May 13, 1957

City of varied ills as Tijuana is mostly regarded to be, there’s one
aspect about the town which the majority of people, stateside, haven’t
heard too much about.

It concerns the number of orphanages there which give shelter to huge
quantities of children lacking mamas, lacking papas. These are kids of
many nationalities who got there because nobody wanted them.

Now and then a few private citizens of Los Angeles stage a motorcade or
two in the direction of Tijuana carrying along bundles, not of dough,
but of used clothing, groceries and a cake or two with icing untouched.

Upon their arrival, they don’t stop at bistros for shots of the revelry
which Avenida Independencia is noted for. Instead, they keep right on
going, intent upon unloading their goods where they’ll do the most
good–the orphanages.

Over in nearby Whittier, a number of housewives–26 of them all
told–representing various nationalities have banded together for the
elemental and generous purpose of keeping Tijuana orphans better fed,
better clothed.

The organization is called Club Caridad and is headed by clubwoman
Senora Emilia Bustos, residing at 9342 Miller Grove. Every now and then
the club organizes festivals and picnics to raise funds.

Next Saturday night at the VFW Hall in Rivera, 7706 Serapis Ave., Club
Caridad will throw another money-raising fiesta. Whatever funds are
raised will be sent directly to one of several orphanages of Tijuana.

Which reminds me. With so much money floating around in the
entertainment and business circles of Tijuana it seems that someone
should donate periodically a purse or two to the orphanages.

Racetrack and bullfight impresarios not excepted.