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YJew IJorL Communique . . .
rHE Newspaper Distributor's strike in Manhattan did more than ruin the reakfast hour. It left everyone feeling if he'd just lost the use of his right hand, or suddenly couldn't STRIKE hear. As days went by, the situation grew worse. Newsapers are just something one doesn't live
without. Some ambitious souls who were seriously addicted to newsprint went to the newspaper offices, bought a copy of the latest, and returned to their homes or offices in a manner royal. No single copies have ever been read by so many before. Radio stations crowded their programs with news; and one station even went so far as to relate the latest on Dick Tracy and his comic companions. After all, the harrowing escapes of Breathless Mahoney, the wicked intentions of \Vetv;ash, the exploits of Superman and all the various Other high deeds of the comics mustn't be withheld from the public, strike or no strike! This is life, my son.
Interesting quote from an overseas letter: "We've five thousand troops aboard, the
first contingent of American PASTD^ soldiers to go direct from the
European to the Pacific theatre, and so far they've been a very well behaved bunch. Their only vice (if it is such) is gambling. I've never seen so many crap, poker, roulette and black jack games in my life. Thev were all paid in Marseilles before they came aboard, they know they won't have any place to spend it, and they're all trying to get rich or lose it. Some of the games are fantastically big. One negro sergeant took twenty-five hundred dollars to our disbursing officer for safe keeping yesterday, and another poor guy, engrossed in a big crap game on the fan tail, took his knee off his bills for a second to reach for the dice, and three hundred dollars blew overboard in a puff of breeze. He screamed bloody murder, but the money belongs to Davey Jones!" Poor guy ... we see the same type of thing happen here in Manhattan only the "ready" usually goes faster and always lands in someone else's pocket.
The West River daily welcomes more ships loaded with returning troops. In one week the Queen Mary HOME and the Queen Elizabeth COMING landed about thirty-three thousand. The boys shout, whistle, and wave as they