In recent years I have become an aficionado of Old Time Radio, with The Shadow being one of the shows I have collected. That being said, I believe that I am well steeped in the traditions of The Shadow.
My maternal grandfather was a kid in the 30s, and he quoted
The Shadow to his grandkids sometimes.
As they stepped out, Jimmy spotted them and snickering, asked, “Sharing Clark’s donut, Lois?”
Mystified, Lois replied with a grunt, “Huh?”
Clark looked at her face, smiled, placed his donut on top of his coffee cup, pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the powdered sugar from her mouth as Jimmy laughed and walked off.
Now that her attention had been drawn to the environment, she looked at the busy sidewalks and the numerous pedestrians as they drove and she found out just why Shrevvy had been staring at her legs. The current fashion had skirt lengths at mid-calf, not mid-thigh, which was the length of her skirt and most of the women wore hats. The men mostly wore business suits and almost all wore hats, fedoras like she had seen Indiana Jones wear in Raiders or derbies similar to that which Herb habitually wore. If she was going to fit in, she would have to change her wardrobe.
This reminds me of what my maternal grandmother, who was born in 1922, said about clothing when she was a young lady -- a proper young lady didn't go past the shop on the corner without a hat and gloves.
A slow smile appeared on Lamont Cranston’s face. Then he asked, “Does he use a secret identity?”
“Well, yeah, how’d you know?”
“Well, you see, I know because I too have certain ... abilities ... that I use to help people and fight crime.”
This appeared to confirm Lois’s supposition. She rolled her eyes and said, “Figures.”
No Superman in this universe, but there's another hero. Tempus thinks he's so smart, but he didn't quite think this one through, it seems.
