Here's some of the email I got last week.
In answer to my question about the name of the pinball parlor at Hampton & 44 in the 70s, Charlie Leonard wrote:
And David Udell wrote:
The Electric Palace. Mark Gray and I would hitch hike there with one quarter between us. We'd rack up 10 games and sell it for 50 cents. That'd give us 2 quarters and we'd go from there.
You can't google this kind of crap, people! Remember that.
William Morris wrote:
what’s this gonna cost me?
I thought about this long and hard, drew up a few hundred notes, projected a long series of intricate calculations, added in the Fishlips Five-Finger mark-up, and came up with a precise answer:
Plenty dough! Plenty!
Tim McAvin, who has a talented and intelligent finger in every pie, wrote:
Thanks for the Zasu Pitts heads up. I watched So's Your Aunt Emma! It was great. And you were right about her voice. It was a real pleasure to listen to. If you have a specific recommendation of another move of hers, I'm all ears.
1933's Professional Sweetheart
--A radio star's pure image leads to a fake engagement to a hayseed. Way too fast, but full of bright spots by the best character actors of the time, and Ginger Rogers flounces around in her underwear for quite some time.
Also, 1934's Sing and Like It
--A sentimental gangster forces a producer to use a tone-deaf droop (Pitts) in his show. Pitts is great, Kelton brassy and bold, exceptionally stupid plotline good for plenty of laughs. This is the Citizen Kane of Zasu Pitts comedies! Plus it features a hell of a performance from Her Royal Majesty Pert Kelton
And that was it for emails this week!
Isn't this MUCH BETTER than facebook? Thanks for writing, everyone!