Jack L. Warner Ankles Studio; Tough Times for the Padres

Sept. 12, 1969, Li'l Abner

Sept. 12, 1969: Al Capp features a wrestling promoter named William Fastbuckley.

Sept. 12, 1969, Jack Warner

Sept. 12, 1969, Jack Warner
Jack L. Warner, 77, ends his association with the family studio to concentrate on a Broadway musical titled "Jimmy," starring Frank Gorshin as New York Mayor Jimmy Walker.

Sept. 12, 1969, Paul Conrad

Paul Conrad on the Mideast.
 

Setp. 12, 1969, Arab Women

Leila Sharaf, wife of Jordanian diplomat Abdul Hamid Sharaf, says Arab women are more fortunate than their American counterparts.

"I have one dress, a modernized version of a kaftan, but everyone wears Western clothes," she says. "It's only rarely that you'll see a veil and folk dress in remote rural areas."

Sept. 12, 1969, Disclaimer

I've read countless old issues of The Times and I've never noticed that we ran a disclaimer on the editorial page. I'll have to go back and see how long this lasted


Sept. 12, 1969, Little Murders At right, one of the darkest — and most brilliant — plays of the 1960s, Jules Feiffer's "Little Murders." The script is punctuated by long, probing monologues, like "To the Guy Who Reads My Mail."

This one, by homicide Detective Lt. Miles Practice, is my favorite: 

Sooner or later there is a pattern. Sooner or later everything
falls into place. I believe that. If I didn't believe that I
wouldn't want to wake up to see the sun tomorrow morning. [snippage]

Every
crime has its own pattern of logic. Everything has an order. If we
can't find that order it's not because it doesn't exist but only
because we've incorrectly observed some vital piece of evidence.

Let us examine the evidence. No. 1. In the last six months 345
homicides have been committed in this city. The victims have ranged
variously in sex, age, social status and color. No. 2. In none of the
345 homicides have we been able to establish motive. No. 3. All 345
homicides remain listed on our books as unsolved.

So much for the evidence. A subtle pattern begins to emerge. What is
this pattern? What is it that each of these 345 homicides have in
common? They have in common three things: A–that they have nothing in
common; B–that they have no motive; C–that, consequently, they remain
unsolved. The pattern becomes clearer.

Orthodox police procedure dictates that the basic questions you ask in
all such investigations is one: Who has the most to gain? What could
possibly be the single unifying motive behind 345 unsolved homicides?

When a case does not jell it is often not because we lack the necessary
facts but because we have observed our facts incorrectly. In each of
these 345 homicides we observed our facts incorrectly. Following normal
routine we looked for a cause. And we could find no cause. Had we
looked for effect we would have had our answer that much sooner.

What is the effect of 345 unsolved homicide cases? The effect is loss
of faith in law enforcement personnel. That is our motive. The pattern
is complete. We are involved here in a far-reaching conspiracy to
undermine respect for our basic beliefs and most sacred institutions.

Who is behind this conspiracy? Once again, ask the question: Who has
the most to gain? People in high places. Their names would astound you.
People in low places. Concealing their activities beneath a cloak of
poverty. People in all walks of life. Left wing and right wing. Black
and white. Students and scholars. A conspiracy of such ominous
proportions that we may not know the whole truth in our lifetime and we
will never be able to reveal all the facts.We are readying mass arrests.


Sept. 12, 1969, Sports The first season of major league baseball wasn't done yet in San
Diego and already the second-guessing had started. Could San Diego
support a big league franchise?

Padres officials hoped to draw 800,000 but with the season in its
final month 650,000 was looking pretty optimistic. "I don't think we
made a mistake in coming to San Diego but for the first time, I'm
wondering," said Buzzie Bavasi, the former Dodger general manager who
got a stake in the expansion franchise when he agreed to come south and
plot the ballclub's future.

How bad were things in San Diego? Kansas City, another expansion team that started in '69, was looking like a model franchise.

"It would be nice to see the kind of enthusiasm that I found in
Kansas City recently," co-owner C. Arnholt Smith said. "In Kansas City
you feel that the community strongly supports baseball. You can't walk
down the street without seeing banners and signs everywhere. I find
nothing like that here."

–Keith Thursby

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