Bookie Review
A
self-proclaimed expert on sin who goes by the name of Front End Freddie
advises this corner that he is agog and aghast at recent disclosures
about bookmaking. He refers to a report by Asst. Dist. Atty. Manley
Bowler stating that of the 1,614 persons convicted of bookmaking in
L.A. County in 1958 none went to San Quentin, although the crime can be
a felony as well as a misdemeanor. Most were fined, the others did time
in County Jail.
As a result, the grand jury plans to review the
entire bookmaking panorama, perhaps with a view to recommending the
felony aspect of taking bets we knocked out. After all, if judges are
reluctant to send bookies to San Q., what's the point?
And so, Front End Freddie thinks this is an appropriate time to recall how bookmaking became a felony in the first place.
IT HAPPENED,
he remembers, in the teens. Anti-sin groups, then politically powerful,
managed to get horse racing outlawed on the grounds that it was
virtually in the same category with murder, arson, armed robbery and
grunion hunting out of season.
At this strategic moment, the
buck grabbers, Americans who operated horse racing and gambling in
Tijuana, saw a golden opportunity to sluice the loose money south of
the border. The way Front End Freddie tells it, they procured the
services of an accomplished team of lobbyists, who somehow prevailed
upon the legislators in Sacramento to make the horrible crime of
bookmaking a felony, punishable by confinement in San Q.
Many
people forget that it was not until 1935 that horse racing was again
legalized by a vote of the people. Now, all these years later, the
lawmen seem about to wipe out the hypocritical felony phase of
bookmaking inasmuch as the courts disregard it anyway.
It's refreshing to see a little sanity shine through the obfuscation, a pretty good word for Wednesday.
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TODAY IS the
day the state starts taking 3 cents more our of each pack of
cigarettes. There has been considerable growling among fag fiends as
they loaded up with cartons before the deadline but the biggest snarl
has come from patrons of the vending machines, which now silently
demand 30 cents instead of 25. Defending the nickel raise, the vending
machine people point out that converting them is expensive.
A final word on the subject comes from Mrs. E.F. Reed:
"If
the cigarette vending machine owners can't make money at 30 cents a
pack perhaps a machine can be devised where you put in a pack of smokes
and get 30 cents."
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THE SHARK SCARE
is really something. James K. Hyde of Manhattan Beach says, "I know
it's hard to believe but I see several beady-eyed sharks peering at me
from my TV set every night, begging me in oily voices to let them pay
all my debts. All they want is permission to fit a mortgage on my house
that will last 30 years and will hardly be noticed except on pay days.
Who can tell, maybe they have wrist watches in their stomachs, too."
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MEANWHILE,
back at the forecastle, it's Al Diaz's theory that the sharks are only
getting even with the fishermen who keep swiping their food.
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ADMONITION
While you're out driving
Just keep in mind,
You're the dope that's ahead
To the driver behind.
–RALPH FREEMAN
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AT RANDOM — A man on Main St. patrol has encountered the word "stirk" several times lately and has run it down. When a guy's a little stirk he's kind of stir crazy. . . Harry Cimring
overheard his 7-year-old ask his 12-year-old if she believed in Santa
Claus. "No!" was the reply. Then she added, for insurance, "Not this
time of year.". . . Dan Ingram nominates as the bravest man in town a
fellow, mentioned here, who leads or rides a horse through the poorly
lighted Sepulveda tunnel under the International airstrip. He heads south in the morning, north in the evening.