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to Mustard Mouth in the White House. By the way, Stuke started calling Goring and Mussolini The Two Little Pigs. We are taking a vote on who the third one should be. So far Tojo has 8, Stalin has 6, and FDR has 2 (I got to vote twice due to coming up with the idea in the first place).
    P.S.3. Your wrong. If Bogey would of wound up with Ida Lupino instead, he wouldn’t of got his ass shot off on the mountain. Go back and see it again if you want proof. And stop calling yourself Mad Dog Earle. Your principle will think it was my idea.
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    Gangland Killing in Brooklyn
    B ROOKLYN , Monday. An unidentified man was shot and killed on Sunday night as he was exiting a reputed house of prostitution in Sheepshead Bay. The assailant was believed to have been driving a silver 1938 Dusenberg touring car, which reportedly reduced its speed as it approached the victim. Eyewitnesses then heard two shots ring out before the auto sped off. Police believe that the murder bears the all-too-familiar markings of mob-related retaliation as a result of the recent
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    Dear Charlie,
    This was in today’s Eagle . It happened practically around the corner. The longer we stay here the scarier it gets, with innocent children getting pumped full of hot lead and buildings burning down with children in them (maybe even from sabotage), and children who walk to school in the morning but disappear before they get there and nobody ever sees them alive again.
    Me and Craig are almost the only two of us on our block who aren’t allowed to go to camp this summer—him because of tilty eyes and me because of not being Gentile. The only other kids who will be here are the ones with police blotters who knock off juke joints and trip old ladies for money and once in awhile shoot a cop. So I guess we will hang around with them and learn a few things. Like how to open a fire hydrant and make it look like we are just trying to cool down from the 112° heat when what we’re really doing is pointing it at the jewelry store so the water can blow out the window and we can loot. Come to think of it, if I go on a road trip with you this summer I will probably be a lot safer than I am here.
    The lady from the Giants sent the tickets for Opening Day. Craig and my Mom are going, but Aunt Carrie says if she lets you invite her places, the next thing you know she’ll be eating ham on Yom Kippur. I don’t know what she’s going to do, but you shouldn’t have told her that Pete Reiser was a chowder-mouth. I think it only made her like him, especially since she knows he will beplaying against you on Opening Day. This is all I need. An Aunt who reads box scores.
    I figured out a way to make bathtub hooch, which I’m going to sell to the speakeasies if I don’t get my lamps put out first.
    Mad Dog Earle
    P.S. I hope you have a good time at America First. When we get in the war and I am in a fox hole in Germany shooting Rommel, I will write you letters. By the time you get them I’ll probably be dead, but at least you won’t have to pick up a gun yourself. Traitor.
    P.S.2. I even gave my old radio and some bubblegum and sweaters without holes in them to Bundles for Britain. I’ll bet that you didn’t give them anything except maybe smelly socks. Double traitor.
    P.S.3. What if your bat boy gets sick or something and can’t go on the road? Won’t you need to get somebody else instead?
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    Dear Mad Dog,
    â€œIf” is a funny word. Sometimes it is a tough one like “If I work really hard” and sometimes it is an easy one like “If I sit on my butt and wish for it” and sometimes it is a word you can blow out your ass like “If I go on a road trip with you.” Guess what. If you had tits you could float. That doesn’t mean your going to do that either.
    First of all Sheepshead Bay is not practically around the corner, it is half way to New Jersey. Second of all you do