tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307577717655310918.post4409794476858545503..comments2024-03-17T07:25:56.478-04:00Comments on Thrilling Days of Yesteryear: Forgotten Noir Fridays: Danger Zone (1951)Ivan G Shreve Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04067177808320053382noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307577717655310918.post-54267984389792616822016-11-11T14:47:05.038-05:002016-11-11T14:47:05.038-05:00Scott looked on in amazement:
(the final bid is a...Scott looked on in amazement:<br /><br /><i>(the final bid is a thousand large)<br /><br />Wait..."Large" is a thousand dollar bill (or sometimes a thousand dollars), so the winning bid was a million bucks? They should'a called this thing The Maltese Saxophone.</i><br /><br />Zoinks! My bad. The bid was only $1000. I fixed my screw-up.Ivan G Shreve Jrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04067177808320053382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307577717655310918.post-50443515355426478642016-11-11T13:59:02.073-05:002016-11-11T13:59:02.073-05:00Yes, Hugh Beaumont was a natural for the hard-boil...Yes, Hugh Beaumont was a natural for the hard-boiled beat: <i>Alias, The Cleaver, </i>, <i>I, The Lumpy</i>, <i>My Beaver is Quick</i>...<br /><br /><i>(the final bid is a thousand large)</i><br /><br />Wait..."Large" is a thousand dollar bill (or sometimes a thousand dollars), so the winning bid was <i>a million bucks?</i> They should'a called this thing <i>The Maltese Saxophone</i>.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02798340582589737829noreply@blogger.com