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Pyrrhic Victory
This corner keeps advising motorists never to make a left turn because big boy blue may be watching you and you'll be wrong if you think you are right — but nobody pays attention. There was John W. Dailey, heading north on Sepulveda Blvd., waiting in the center lane to make a left turn at 80th St. The center lane southbound cleared and he moved into position, waited for oncoming cars in the other two lanes to clear, then turned. An officer disapproved and wrote a ticket for an illegal left turn. Dailey posted $11 bail, pleaded not guilty and appeared in court with a detailed drawing of the circumstances. He is an engineer. After hearing both sides, the judge dismissed the charge. |
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| But he lost two days work, which he cannot afford, and spent the equivalent of another day making the drawing. As a result he has a double-barreled suggestion. How about permitting motorists who wish to plead not guilty to write in for trial dates instead of appearing in person? And how about traffic court sessions on Saturdays to hear non-guilty pleas?
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SPEAKING OF traffic, easily the most significant statistic of the fortnight was the traffic director S.S. Taylor's estimate that every hour of every day 10 more vehicles — 87,000 a year — are added to the L.A. 3-million-car traffic maze.
The figures do not surprise beleaguered 5 p.m. drivers. In fact, one man, hearing them, said, "Only 10 more an hour? I demand a recount!" ::
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THE VAGRANT line of type "Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party" appeared in the Legal Journal, of all places, amid a list of more than 50 bankruptcies filed in federal court. In fact, right above a poor man with liabilities of $6,014 and assets of $1,000. But look at it from the typesetter's angle. It gets mighty depressing, sitting there banging out bankruptcy after bankruptcy, like mixing into other people's troubles.
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KID STUFF — John Dolle heard Barbara, 5, singing a familiar tune but with a malaprop. He got closer and sure enough she was chanting, "Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling — Frankenstein!" . . . Tony, 5, was playing with Cecille , 5, when she picked up his toy tank. He grabbed it back and said girls had nothing to do with the Army. She said they did. He asked his mother and she said Cecille was right, there were girls in the Army. "They're WACs," she said. "Do they melt?" Tony asked hopefully. ::
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