Old Bread, Old Rolls, Part Six.

I know I said I was going to get back to the OTN this time, but how often do I get to do a Part Six of a formerly five-part series, when the first five parts appeared over a year-and-a-half ago?

I'm going to quote from Part Three of that series, which explained where the expression "Old Bread, Old Rolls" came from:

"The way the denizens of the bungalow colony in the Catskills when I was a kid were able to make contact with civilization was with the one telephone available to all, which was located in Mr. Lipschitz's "Canteen", which was another way of referring to what was basically a General Store.
The Canteen was the 7-11 of it's time.
With overinflated prices to match.

And the bungalow guests were at Mr. Lipschitz's mercy, pricewise.
Mr. Lipschitz also had a microphone, attached to a public address system, so that if anyone received a call, they would be paged by Mr. Lipschitz over the loudspeaker.

Now Mr. Lipschitz was an "Immie".
A Concentration Camp survivor with tattooed numbers on his arms.

This, as in the other instances I've related, caused the first generation American born Jews to resent him, along with his generally foul nature.

Mr. Lipschitz had a first generation American-born son named Warren, whom Mr. Lipschitz, with his thick foreign accent, called "Vodding".
As did everyone else there, usually mockingly, behind his back.

On what turned out in retrospect to be a typical day at the Canteen, "Vodding" cautioned his father that the expiration dates had been reached on many of the baked goods Mr. Lipschitz offered for sale.

Vodding suggested that they be replaced by the new shipment that had not yet been put on display.
Lipschitz countered with "Old bread, old rolls, they won't know the difference".

What Lipschitz was not aware of was that the microphone was turned on and that last sentence of his was heard over the P.A. system by everybody in the bungalow colony.
Within a matter of minutes, the entire population of the colony amassed in front of the Canteen, shouting "Old Bread, Old Rolls, they won't know the difference!"
Over and over.

The bungalow denizens went on strike, never to enter the Canteen until it was "Under New Management"
This took place in about a week after Lipschitz had fled.
He probably beat a hastier retreat than he had when he fled the Nazis."

So "Old bread, old rolls, they won't know the difference" became symbolic for anyone attempting to put something fraudulent over on the masses.

Well.....yesterday, I inadvertently found another great example of "Old Bread, Old Rolls"
On WeTV, I watched the very last episode aired of the series "Dobie Gillis"
It was shot in 1963.
Looking forward on my Tivo, I could see that the next episode to be shown on WeTV would be the Pilot, shot in 1959.
And they would then be airing the series sequentially again from the beginning.
I was looking forward to those early episodes, because, for one thing, Warren Beatty was in them, and for another thing, the stories at the tail end of the run were so stupid and predictable that I constantly found myself deleting them by the first fifteen minutes. I was hoping the earlier ones would not be that stupid.
But I stuck it out for the very last episode.
This was the story:
Dobie, in desperate need of money, (he was always desperately in need of money,) found himself lured into a corrupt activity---the rigging of a raffle, so that he would win enough money to impress a girl. He got himself in cahoots with the person drawing the winning number to call his number.
He then developed fantasies about how this would carry him down the road to an irredeemable life of crime.
He became conscience-stricken. The drawing was held, Dobie's number was called. He couldn't bring himself to acknowledge that he was the winner. The girl knew he had the winning ticket, was not aware of the ruse, and abandoned him. Another number was drawn, and someone else won the prize. It then turns out that his co-conspirator was not the one to draw the winning number. And Dobie had won the prize legitimately. And he basically cries "Woe is me!"

And that's how they ended the series.
The next day, WeTV aired the Pilot.
And EVERY ELEMENT THAT I DESCRIBED IN THE LAST EPISODE WAS IN THE PILOT.
SHOT FOUR YEARS PREVIOUSLY.
BEAT FOR BEAT.
So it's also how they began the series.
My best guess is that they had just found out they had been cancelled, had one more script to turn out, and all concerned were not particularly concerned, and just said to each other "Fuck 'em! Let's just reshoot the pilot! Who'll know the difference?"
And it took WeTV airing them back to back for anyone to know the difference.
A classic case of "Old Bread Old Rolls"
The first five parts of "Old Bread Old Rolls" are still on the blog, if you missed them first time around.
They went up around the last two weeks of November 2011.
You might want to check them out.
You'll notice that Part Three has a record number of spam comments.
I just did.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My books ,"Show Runner" and it's sequel,"Show Runner Two", can be found at the Amazon Kindle Store.
Along with the newer ones, "The Man Is Dead", and "Report Cards".
You can search by typing in my name, Cindy Williams, Laverne & Shirley, The Odd Couple, or Happy Days.
Check them out.
You don't need a Kindle machine to download them.
Just get the free app from Kindle, and they can be downloaded to an IPhone, IPad, or Blackberry.
The paperbacks, "Mark Rothman's Essays" and my new novel, "I'm Not Garbo" are not
e-books. But they are available for people without Kindle.
I have many readings and signings lined up for those, and the thing about Kindle is you can't sign one. If you'd like one of the paperbacks, personally autographed, contact me at macchus999@aol.com.
And now, we've got my reading of my "Laverne & Shirley Movie" screenplay on YouTube.

******