A recipe for the Tom and Jerry from the San Francisco Call, June 30, 1912.
Over on Facebook, Christopher McPherson asked whether the Tom and Jerry was named for the MGM cartoon characters. I said I suspected the opposite was true, rather like Disney’s Chip ‘n’ Dale being named for Chippendale furniture.
All the old newspaper stories give credit for the drink to bartender Jerry Thomas, who according to one account was born in New Haven, Conn., in 1825 (or Watertown, N.Y., in 1830),
In the 21st century, one can still find horse flop on Spring Street near City Hall in downtown Los Angeles. So much for the predictions of yesteryear, in which we would be living in domed cities, get our power from clean, safe atomic energy and get around by personal jet pack or monorails. And the personal robots? Don’t ask.
I suspect this is a calling card from the LAPD’s mounted patrol, which was making the rounds Thursday.
Dec. 13, 1913: Santa Claus visits the 400 students at Castelar Street School and “spoke six languages,” according to The Times.
Several little girls who had never possessed dollies before in their short lives were the recipients of lovely ones, the gift of kindly contributors. Mothers of the little Mexican and Italian children flocked to the school with babies in their arms to see their little ones made happy, and the family canines brought up the rear, to slumber outside the doors and wag their tails for a handout when the youngsters came out chewing their candy.
A set of five Tom and Jerry mugs listed on EBay as Buy It Now for $20.
We don’t keep a bottle of Scotch in our desk in the city room of the L.A. Daily Mirror. In fact, we are something of a wet blanket when it comes to imbibing.
However, we can’t resist a nod to drinks of the past during this time of year.
Our first is the Tom and Jerry (we still have grandma’s dozens of Tom and Jerry mugs stashed away somewhere or other). The Tom and Jerry was a seasonal favorite back in 1940s, but I can’t say I have seen them at a party or ever tasted one.
If you’re planning some retro holiday celebrating (you know who you are), here’s how to make them.
Starting tomorrow: “Silkwood.”
At 3:45 p.m. on Sunday, Dec. 11, 1983, a maid cleaning rooms at the Inn at Laguna on Coast Highway found the body of Ronald Jay Murphy.
Murphy, 22, who worked for an oil company in Santa Maria, had been hit in the head with the lid of a toilet tank with such force that the porcelain lid shattered.
His wallet, and what was believed to be a large amount of cash were missing, police said.
Dec. 12, 1943: Times columnist Tom Treanor, who will be killed in August 1944 covering the liberation of France, files a story about fighting between U.S. and Nazi troops around Filignano, Italy, about 100 miles southeast of Rome. Crawling in the dark, forward observer Pvt. George E. Clark finds himself among German troops and directs fire on them. The Germans, meanwhile drive a herd of goats toward the U.S. troops as a diversion.
A gang of young robbers is tracked down through their mascot, an adopted puppy named Stocky. Two of the young men were escapees from the Preston School of Industry and the other two were Army deserters, The Times says.
Now in Production: “Two-Man Submarine,” “Meet Me in St. Louis,” “The Golden Trail,” “The Outlaw Buster,” “The Merry Mountains” and “Make Your Own Bed.” [Out of those six movies, I have seen “Meet Me in St. Louis. How about you?]
Frank Filan, an Associated Press photographer now assigned as a combat photographer, visits his family in Los Angeles with tales of fighting on Tarawa. Filan’s cameras were lost when his landing boat sank 500 yards offshore, so after waiting for two days, he borrowed a camera and film from a Coast Guard officer. Filan’s photograph of a destroyed bunker on Tarawa won a Pulitzer Prize for photography the next year.
Glen Creason’s book on maps of Los Angeles shows the many ways people have viewed the city over the years. I interviewed him for The Times in 2012 and fortunately for all concerned, the column was seen by a real estate agent who was getting ready to sell off a rather curious home in Mt. Washington that had been owned by a man who had a mania for maps. The result was the discovery of the “map house,” one of the great (and strange) stories of Los Angeles.
“Los Angeles in Maps,” published in 2010, is in many local bookstores and available online.
In going through the jumbled mass of pictures, press releases, artist sketches and tattered maps of the LAPD Parker Center Cop Shop Files, I found this photograph. And then a few more. And a few more. Was she a city official? A member of the Police Commission?
You might have to hunt a bit for Don Normark’s 1999 book “Chavez Ravine, 1949,” but your search will be rewarded. The photos are terrific and the residents’ recollections make the book even better. Copies can be found via bookfinder.com.
Jan. 27, 1936: Times artist Charles Owens and columnist Timothy Turner visit the Hopperstead home, which was built at Hill and Court streets in 1880. When Turner wrote this column, family members were still living in a portion of the house, while other parts were rented out to roomers.
Miller Hopperstead’s house was built with balconies on three of its sides from which the family used to look over all that was Los Angeles, lying eastward and north and south of them. In flood time they used to count the houses and barns floating down the Los Angeles River.
Fans of the Los Angeles River, please note.
In 1989, Billy Wilder sold much of his art collection. The works are gone, but the auction catalog lives on. If you’re a hard-core Billy Wilder fan (and I am) it’s fun looking through the catalog – I was fortunate and saw the items on display at the Beverly Hills Hotel before the auction. Bidding on this particular copy (on EBay) starts at $5. Copies are also listed on bookfinder.com, for a lot more money.
In 2009, when the blog was at latimes.com, I did a long series of posts on Billy Wilder.
One of Einar Petersen’s murals at the Spring Street Guaranty Building and Loan Assn., courtesy of Mary Mallory
Fame is fleeting. An individual might go unrecognized while creating great art while alive, only for the works to be considered masterpieces decades after their death, as with painter Vincent Van Gogh. Others slowly build a portfolio of work, gaining increasing recognition and respect with each new piece. They maintain fame for a long while, but see it disappear as times, styles and values change. Many become forgotten.
Unfortunately, this second scenario applies to Einar C. Petersen, recognized as one of Los Angeles’ and California’s greatest muralists in the 1920s. Achieving great reviews for his first Los Angeles mural at the New Rosslyn Hotel in 1915, Petersen would go on to craft murals for San Francisco’s Hunter-Dulin Building as well as downtown’s Mayflower Hotel, Beverly Hills Security-National Bank, and particularly, the forest mural for Clifton’s Cafeteria on Broadway Street in downtown Los Angeles. As new owners and developers came along, most either removed or painted over Petersen’s murals, save for the one in Clifton’s.
Mary Mallory’s “Hollywoodland: Tales Lost and Found” for the Kindle is available from Amazon.
The Times ebook on the Titanic is a crossroads of old and new. Archival stories on a tablet. The book, unfortunately, was lost in the mass of Titaniciana on the centennial, but it’s a solid piece of work (I should know, I helped put it together). There are stories from the period, interviews with survivors, features on the making of various movies, book reviews and a look at the Titanic’s legacy.
It’s available at $5.99 from Amazon for the Kindle and $4.99 from The Times in Kindle and iPad formats.
I don’t expect much from period productions these days. But my goodness, get a load of these two.
On Dec. 7, 1959, Paul Coates published an interview with Tokyo Rose. She says: “What’s the use? What good is it to talk to the press? Everybody’s mind is made up about me.”
A throwback from 2009, when my blog when it was at latimes.com.
Dec. 4, 1923: Los Angeles celebrates Mary Pickford Day with an appearance by the silent screen star, her mother, Charlotte, and her husband, Douglas Fairbanks, before a crowd of fans (mostly women, The Times noted) at Pershing Square.
Speaking to the crowd without amplification, Pickford could hardly be heard by the crowd, but The Times reported that she devoted her address to the problem of the throngs of aspiring actors and actresses hoping to storm the gates of the movie studios.
The Times said: “It seems that the Chamber of Commerce statistics show that some 10,000 young men and women, less than legal age, come to this city every month to seek jobs in pictures, and of course only a small part of them have any talents or, if so, have the good fortune in the struggle to find places, for the directors are deluged with applications.”
Pickford didn’t discourage young people from seeking stardom, but she warned that they should expect to work for five years before attaining stardom and if they failed, be prepared for another line of work.
“The girls should be accompanied by their mothers,” Pickford warned, a strong rebuttal to the notion that at some point Hollywood “lost its innocence.” Hollywood never had any innocence to lose.
ps: Build a home in Inglewood, which boasted that it kept out people of color!
This is something of a find. “Los Angeles” is one of the most influential — though certainly not one of the most accurate — books ever written about local history and although it’s well known, the author, George “Morrow” Mayo is quite obscure. An EBay vendor has listed an autographed copy, and I don’t recall ever seeing another one. (Mayo’s final manuscript of the book, by the way, is at the Huntington and I once spent an afternoon going through it. Each page is has been punctured from being hung on a hook or stuck on a spike during the publishing process.)
Bidding on this item starts at $75 and if I didn’t already have a copy I would be tempted. As with anything on EBay, an item and vendor should be evaluated thoroughly before submitting a bid.
Read more about Morrow Mayo here | and here.
Today’s mystery chap is especially tricky because Christopher McPherson, who kindly shared these photos, has no idea about the identity of this gent. He could be someone’s Uncle Freddy, although this does look like a publicity shot.
Google’s image search (if you don’t know about this, you should, although you will now be on your honor not to use it to cheat on the mystery photos) is quite unhelpful.
The old Plaza area as drawn by Times artist Charles Owens. Along with the demolition to make way for Union Station, historic buildings between the Plaza and Union Station were torn down in February 1951.
Oct. 22, 1933: I came across this article while looking for something else and thought I would post it, followed by the Feb. 7, 1951, article on the demolition of the Lugo Adobe and 18 other buildings between the Plaza and Union Station.
Stanley Gordon takes a look at the area that will soon be leveled to make way for Union Station — and on an interesting side note, he refers to “a great union depot, and possibly a central airway terminal.”
He notes that the brick home of Mathew Keller, 726 Alameda, who once kept a vineyard and orchard, “will either be destroyed or moved away to make room for the concourse in front of the depot.
At Macy and Alameda, Gordon says, was the home of Benjamin D. Wilson, for whom Mt. Wilson was named.
Also at risk, Gordon says, are the Lugo Adobe, which was demolished in February 1951, along with 18 other buildings between the Plaza and Union Station.
Read on, but notice the references to “heathen Indians” and Chinese opium dens.
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