School for Shoplifters

 
 Jan. 28, 1920, Briggs
“When a Feller Needs a Friend,” by Clare Briggs.

Jan. 28, 1920, Shoplifters
 

Jan. 28, 1920: George Sutton is charged with teaching his wife and daughters how to shoplift. According to The Times, Sutton’s wife, Elsie, and daughters Dessie and Doretta would enter a department store and distract the clerk at the silk counter while Sutton stole whatever he could grab at the other end of the counter.

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Sham, Shame and Sorrow

Jan. 28, 1910, Cover 
Ja. 28, 1910, Quadruplets 

 

Jan. 28, 1910: In an emotionally charged story, The Times tells of Mrs. Wilson, a woman unable to have children who collected four unwanted infants and passed them off as her own. In the courtroom where Judge Wilbur was trying to untangle the case, Hilda Linquist, 25, who said she was engaged, reclaimed her baby and named her Agnes.

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 27, 1960

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Jan. 27, 1960, Peanuts

Costly Wrong Number

 

Matt Weinstock     Mrs. Margaret Guevara, 742 W 144th St., was going about her household chores the other day when her daughter Diana, 9, called, "Mommy,  a lady on the phone wants to talk to you."

    The lady on the line said, "My phone rang and your little boy just kept saying 'Hi' so I asked to speak to someone else.  I knew it was a toll call and I thought you'd want to know about it."
 
    "Where are you?" Mrs. Guevara asked.  "In Torrance or Long Beach?"
 
    "No, I live over here in the Bronx," was the reply, "Where are you?"
  
     "I'm over here in Gardena," Mrs. Guevara said.
 
    "Gardena, where's that?"
 
    "In California.  Where's the Bronx?"
 
    "You know, the Bronx — New York."
 
    TO GET TO the point, Charles Guevara, 2 years 8 months old, had playfully picked up the phone and dialed directly a sequence of numbers with a Fairbanks exchange that gave him the Bronx lady.
 
 Jan. 27, 160, Plane    The phone company hasn't yet tabulated the call but inasmuch as Charles probably said 'Hi' for five minutes before his mother caught up with him, Mrs. Guevara fears it will probably come to $15 to $25.  She is getting a lock for the phone.
 
::
 
Jan. 27, 1960, LAPD Bias     ONLY IN L.A. — Bill Boeckman addressed a letter to Nuestra Senora La Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula — el peublo's original name — but it was returned with the notice "No such city."
 
::
 
    GET LOST!
It takes diabolical genius,
Shrewd minds almost sharp
    as ice cream,
To design small, illegible
    street signs,
And post them where no
    one can see 'm.
        –ED LYTLE
 
::
 
    RADIO RIPOSTES — A KMPC newscaster giving a business review quoted a National Airlines official as saying, "Despite recent accidents, traffic between New York and Miami is booming."  Made Don Welty wince . . . Pat McGuirk of CBS asks friends, "Did you hear about the fellow who bought an overcoat in Hong Kong.  Two hours later he was cold."  They don't get it.  It's a switch on an oldie, "The only trouble with eating Chinese food is that two hours later you're hungry again!" . . . Disc jockey Bob Gage of KBIG, Catalina, received a fan letter stating, "You're good enough to be promoted to Hollywood.  And the walk would do you good."
 
::
 
    A NICE MAN named Joe Glaston, who hangs out in Palm Springs but pretends to issue hot bulletins from the Mt. Kenya Safari Club in what used to be darkest Africa — he works for Ray Ryan and William Holden, who own it — thus describes an evening at the club: "The atmosphere is electric with excitement . . . Slowly the fascinating wildlife ambles to the fringes of the club's beautifully landscaped grounds . . . Suddenly one is transported from the atomic age back to ancient times.  It's the haunting, irresistible call of the East African wild. Elephants and excitement.  Lions and liqueurs.  Cheetahs and coffee.  Rhinos and rumors.  Hippos and happiness.  Monkeys and memories."
 
    And man and typewriter.
 
::
 
    I'VE BEEN refuted, which incidentally is not hard to do.  Two gals stormed into the office and announced soberly that the liquor chain letter, scoffed at here, was on the up and up.  They'd received copies and done what the letter instructed — phone the person at the top of the list, given him a fifth of whisky, and put their names and phone numbers at the bottom.  Result:  One received 16 bottles, the other 13.
 
    I don't understand it but there it is.  Wonder if it would work with egg foo yong.
 
::
 
    AT RANDOM — Someone is circulating tiny printed tabs stating, "Protest Bus Fair Raise.  Pay Fair in Pennies."  That, unfortunately, merely makes it tough on the busy drivers . . . You know the TV commercial that inquires if you are "smoking more and enjoying it less?"  Ray Southworth knows an absentminded fellow who, instead of changing brands, switched to smoking less and enjoying it more.
    Jan. 27, 1960, Yale
 
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Paul V. Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 27, 1960

 Jan. 27, 1960, Mirror Cover

Case of Go for Broke, Caryl Chessman Says 

Paul Coates    Caryl Chessman's legal fight to beat the gas chamber resumes tomorrow.
 
    The 38-year-old senior statesman of San Quentin's Death Row (he's been there 11 1/2 years) returns to the courts for another hearing in an effort to beat his Feb. 19 appointment with the cyanide pills.
 
    But the courtroom battle could be just a prelude to a split in purpose that's building between the author-convict and some of the groups which have been supporting him in his fight-for-life.
 
    The majority of those who took up Chessman's cause here in the United States did so because (1) they felt he wasn't given a fair opportunity to appeal his trial conviction, and (2) the kidnapping offenses for which he was sentenced to die weren't "kidnapping" in the intended legal sense of the word.  The prosecution, they felt, took advantage of a technical interpretation of the law.
 
    Many others joined the battle because they felt that nearly 12 years on Death Row was punishment enough for his crimes.
 
    Their goal, first, has been to get Chessman out of Death Row, and second, to get a new trial for him.
 
Jan. 27, 1960, Barrymore     But now, politely, he's brushing them off.
 
    Through Atty. Rosalie Asher, he has told the Friends' Committee on Legislation — the Quaker group which has been circulating clemency petitions requesting Gov. Brown and President Eisenhower to spare his life — that he wants nothing to do with their campaign.
 
    Presumably, they'd be willing, for the present, at least, to accept life imprisonment without possibility of parole as reasonable mercy.
 
    This, Chessman doesn't want.
 
    Yesterday my assistant returned from a three-hour visit with the convicted Red Light Bandit in San Quentin.
 
    "When I leave Death Row," Chessman told him, "I either want to go free or go straight to the gas chamber.
 
    "I have no intention of going back out into the prison courtyard and fighting my case from there," he added.
 
    My assistant asked him about the Friend's Committee and their clemency petitions.
 
    "I appreciate their motives — what they've done," he answered, "but I don't want anything to do with any clemency moves.  The way I feel now, I've had it.  I want a new trial.  Or I want to walk to the gas chamber."
 
    A new trial, he maintained, would be the answer to all of his problems.  Chessman has claimed from the day he was arrested that he was innocent of all charges against him.
 
    Caught in the middle of the clash is Atty. Asher, who passed his message along to the Friends.  One of the leaders in the campaign to save his life feels that she's the force behind his decision to sever connections with the clemency campaign.
 
    This, Chessman denied to my assistant.
 
    "The decision is my own," he insisted.  "I feel it would be inconsistent for an innocent man to ask for mercy."
 
    Chessman's current attitude could also cause problems for him with his legions of international followers.
 
    Clemency movements have been organized by private citizens — some with strong support of newspapers — in France, England, Denmark, Switzerland, Norway, New Zealand, Canada, Uruguay, Brazil, Portugal, Ceylon and Italy.
 
    A Brazilian industrialist, who was instrumental in obtaining 2,600,000 signatures on petitions for Chessman, was recently turned down by the convicted kidnap-rapist when he volunteered to instigate a Brazilian boycott of U.S. goods in protest.
 
He Studies Fingernails
 
    "If you do win your freedom," my assistant asked Chessman, "what do you plan to do?"
 
    The Death Row inmate studied his finely manicured nails for a moment.
 
    "I've got an offer to go to Brazil," he said.  "I might go there.  Or I might go to one of the Scandinavian countries.  I want to continue writing.
 
    "Understand me," he added.  "I'd prefer to remain in the United States, but I'm afraid that life would be made too difficult for me here."  
 
Jan. 27, 1960, Abby
   

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: Your Movie Columnist

Jan. 27, 1965, Hedda Hopper 

Jan. 27, 1965: Rex Harrison will star in a musical version of “Goodbye, Mr. Chips,” Hedda Hopper says. The movie was finally made with Peter O’Toole

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Joseph Wambaugh on the ‘Onion Field’ [Updated]


Photograph by Don Cormier / Los Angeles Times

March 11, 1963: Jimmy Lee Smith returns to the crime scene to reenact the “Onion Field” killing. From left, Sgt. Danny Galindo as Officer Karl Hettinger;  Sgt. G.H. Bates as Officer Ian Campbell;  Sgt. Pierce Brooks  as Gregory Powell and Smith.

Retired Police Lt. Max Hurlbut’s recent post on the “Onion Field” incident brought this response from Joseph Wambaugh:

What I basically said in my posting (sorry, but I don’t know how to  handle computers and probably screwed up) is that I was perplexed by Max Hurlbut’s opening line about “the rest of the story…not known to Joe Wambaugh.”  Then he refers to the disarming and kidnap of Inglewood officers who survived their ordeal unharmed.Well, not only was it known to me but I mentioned it and other similar incidents in The Onion Field book.  My point was that the disarming and even brief kidnapping of local cops had happened several times and no officer had ever been harmed prior to the onion field killing.  That time when it went terribly wrong, the blame placed on Hettinger by  second guessing LAPD brass, who were not out there on that Hollywood street, was not only  wrongheaded, it was unforgivably ignorant and incredibly cruel.

I’m sure that Max Hurlbut would agree that the overwhelming guilt inflicted on Karl Hettinger by the LAPD nearly drove him to suicide and probably led to his untimely death from cirrhosis.

The weird part of Max’s narrative had to do with the racial business involving black suspects, crime statistics, etc. The race of the suspects had nothing whatever to do with the reason that Powell and Hettinger [Update: Smith] were stopped.

Max describes Powell as being of mixed race and Smith as black.  Well, I can assure you that Jimmy Smith was the one of mixed race: white father, black mother.  And in fact, when Hettinger was rescued he described Smith as being “possibly Mexican American.”  Look at  Smith’s  photo and you will see why Hettinger was uncertain.

As to Gregory Powell, I not only interviewed him but I met and spoke with his mother, father and brother.  I can assure your readers that he is as white as Conan O’Brien or even Max Hurlbut.  There is no race card to be played here.

Joe Wambaugh

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Nixon Leads Stevenson, Kennedy in Poll

Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial
Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial
Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial

Jan. 27, 1960: A letter by the Finch family’s maid to her mother in Sweden recounts a conversation with victim Barbara Jean Finch:  “During the night, Dr. Finch tried to kill Mrs. Finch, who now absolutely wanted to have her divorce. Mrs. Finch told me everything in the morning.”

Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial

Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial
Jan. 27, 1960, Finch Trial 

Jan. 27, 1960, Parker

Describing Police Chief William H. Parker’s statement before the Federal Commission on Civil Rights, The Times says: "The chief remarked that Los Angeles is flooded with persons from all over the country, many of them with little or no resources when they arrive, 'many of them deliberately shipped here by officials of other localities who want to get rid of them.' "

Jan. 27, 1960, Nixon Poll

Jan. 27, 1960: Vice President Richard Nixon leads Adlai Stevenson 55%-45% in the latest Gallup poll. The results are a bit closer between Nixon and Sen. John F. Kennedy (D-Mass.), 53%-47%. The poll also finds that Stevenson does better than Kennedy against Nixon in the South

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Nuestro Pueblo, Plummer Park

 Sept. 23, 1938, Nuestro Pueblo

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Sept. 23, 1938: Joe Seewerker and Charles Owens visit Plummer Park in Hollywood. The original run of Nuestro Pueblo ended in 1939, so I’m going back and picking up the ones I missed last year.

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‘Borax King’ to Testify in Hot Divorce Trial

Jan. 27, 1920, RCA Dog

“I Know I Shall Go Mad Very Soon.”

Jan. 27, 1920, Briggs

“Wonder What a German Dog Thinks About?” by Clare Briggs.

Jan. 27, 1920, Borax King

Jan. 27, 1920: "Considerable time was taken up yesterday reading the deposition of Miss Henrietta Gant, one of the merry party last June in the home of Walter D. Willitt, 200 Pearson St., Chicago, where Mr. Thorkildsen, it is charged, made violent and open love to Mrs. Smith and occupied a 'twin bed' with her."

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Through the Lens: Aviation Meet

1910 Aviation Meet
Los Angeles Times file photo
January 1910: A crowd of people watches an airplane (marked by the black arrow) from the roof of the Virginia Hotel in Long Beach.

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 26, 1960

 

 

Patient's Prescription

 

Matt Weinstock     A doctor who has been overworked treating flu patients came down himself the other day with the old virus.  He was home in bed, sniffing and coughing, when a woman patient phoned through his exchange and asked for him.
 
    "I'm sorry," the doctor's wife said, "he's ill, he's resting now."

    "That's too bad," the caller said, "I hope it's nothing serious."
 
    "I guess it's the same virus everyone else has," the wife said.
 
    "Are you taking care of him?"
 
    "Yes."
 
    "Well, uh," the caller said hesitantly, "I wouldn't give him any of the medicine he prescribed for me — it didn't help!"
 
 image     These are the conditions which prevail — the patients are now prescribing for the doctors.
 
::
 
    A UCLA professor was invited recently by the Board of Education to lecture on an institute program, for which he would receive $35.  He learned, however he would be required, as a paid participant on the program, to sign a loyalty oath.  He declined, on principle.  He had already signed such an oath.
 
    But he remains astonished by a statement in a letter he received from the board.  Not signing the oath, the letter stated, did  not preclude his "participation in the Institute as an unpaid service."  In other words, the Board of Education would accept potentially disloyal speakers provided they gave their services free — only paid participants must sign the loyalty oath.
 
::
 
    LIKE INDELIBLE
No ribbons, please, for my
    memory book,
My requirements there are
    much baser.
I don't need a pencil to add
    to the tale.
What I need, I admit's, an
    eraser.
    –VIRGINIA DONOHUE
 
::
 
    THE WAY Charley Wathey heard it in the Hall of Records, a clergyman was advised by his physician to take up golf to compensate for his heavy work schedule.  The clergyman was reluctant but after considerable urging he agreed to try.
 
    To his surprise he found he was a fine golfer.  Furthermore he kept improving, finally reaching the point that he knew he was likely to break par the next time out.  In his excitement he was seized with a compulsion to play the following Sunday.  To do this he called on a substitute to take over his congregation that day.
 
    On his fateful round he was even par as he came to the 18th tee.  As he prepared to drive, St. Peter and an angel appeared on the 18th green.
 
    "He must be punished," the angel said.  St. Peter nodded.  Just then the clergyman let go with a  beautiful drive.  The ball hit the green and dribbled into the cup for a hole in one and a score under par.
 
    "Now he'll never be punished," the angel moaned.
 
    "He is punished," St. Peter said.  "He'll never be able to talk about it."
 
::
 
    A PRO AND CON appraisal of Police Chief Parker by Al Stump in the Feb. Coronet has this paragraph:  "Parker sees Los Angeles as a sleeping pushover for a vast criminal army.  'The Mafia has moved here in a big way,' he says.  'Right now I need a 110% increase in personnel to meet the mob menace.  A Chicago of the '20s is developing in Los Angeles, yet my enemies — many in high place — block me.  I'm convinced that a widespread plot exists to destroy police authority in the name of 'liberalism' and break down the wall that protects society from the hoodlum.'"
 
    Ho hum.
 
::
 
    AT RANDOM — Oops, the tiny handsome wooden donkey and elephant emblems gotten out by Zoo-Line on N La Brea have imprinted on the matchbox size containers, "Made in Japan"  . . . A publicity man for  a TV personality — let's call him Jack — refers to himself as "Jack's other head."  Off the top of which, presumably, he does his thinking . . . Jack Kelly speared a virulent cliche in Sunday's "Maverick."  The sheriff, urging him to remain in town after he'd killed or captured the villains, said, "We could use some new blood around here." Jack retorted, "I'm not bleeding."
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Paul V. Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 26, 1960

Jan. 26, 1960, Mirror

Diana Barrymore was in love with Tennessee Williams and wanted to marry him, the Mirror's Earl Wilson says. 

Jn. 26, 1960, Diana Barrymore

We Quiz Quiz Guy Who Blew $64,000

 
Paul Coates    Al Einfrank isn't exciting news copy.  Not any more.

    Three years ago, he was.
 
    Then — according to Nielsen, a man who counts people who sit in front of television sets — the $83-a-week Los Angeles truck driver was a national idol.
 
    People loved Al Einfrank. At 57, he was a pleasantly homely little man with the gravel voice of a train conductor, a vocabulary which ranged from "ain't" to multi-syllable words which would choke professors, and a vast knowledge of world geography.
 
    The quiz show craze was raging, and the stubby ex-seaman was swept fondly into its madness.  And Al Einfrank, the common man's common man, loved every minute of it.
 
Jan. 26, 1960, Finch Trial     In five weeks on "The $64,000 Question," he cleaned up $32,000.  On the sixth week, he gambled it all and lost.  His consolation prize was a Cadillac, which he sold for $6,000, pocketing half of it and investing the other in an automobile which wouldn't look out of place in his neighborhood.
 
    Net cash profit:  $3,000.  But the people loved Al, so six months later he was invited to reappear on "The $64,000 Challenge."  This time he went three weeks, built his bankroll to $16,000, and retired.
 
    On a  second appearance on the Challenge he was at $8,000 going for $16,000 and he missed.  Consolation money was $1,000.
 
    Totaled up, the quiz show craze was good to Al to the tune of roughly $16,000.
 
    I first met Al when he took the $16,000 gamble and lost — and reportedly, in the process, almost lost his happy home of 33 years.  ("The wife's a little upset," he said.  "She wanted me to stop at $32,000.")
 
    Our next contact came — not surprisingly — when the quiz scandals broke.  I called him to find out if he'd been "fixed."
 
    His answer was no.  It was a "no" supported by the circumstantial fact that he lost the big question.
 
    After that, I talked with Einfrank a few times.  He was the kind of man whom it's a pleasure to keep in touch with.
 
    He'd tell me the news- that he was back at Douglas' El Segundo plant as a dispatcher, that his relatives were still bugging him about not taking the $32,000 and quitting, but that his wife had forgiven him.
 
    Yesterday, Al dropped by the office again. 
 
     He wore his patent smile and in the course of the conversation mentioned that he'd been laid off at work.
 
    "Seven years I been there," he said.  "Things are really slow."
 
    I asked him if he was hurting.
 
    "No," he laughed.  "Don't be silly.  I got unemployment and my Navy pension."
 
    Jan. 26, 1960, Abby

The $16,000 was long gone, he admitted.  "What we did," he said, "we lived $5,000 above our income for three years.  Vacationed in Honolulu.  Things like that.

 
    "The future doesn't bother me," he said.  "It's just the idleness.  It's been almost a month.  I been looking every day — truck driver jobs, warehouseman, dispatcher, guard.  Physically, I'm in great shape.
 
    "But," he added, "I'm 59."
 
    I asked Al, "If you  had that $16,000 cash again, what would you do with it?"
 
    Einfrank leaned forward, frowning.  "I'd take it," he said, "and invest it in a little business.  A little store.  A small trucking operation.  Something to make sure the wife and I would be provided for.
 
Yes, We Don't Believe Him
 
    "You believe me, don't you?"  he added, almost in a whisper.
 
    I started to nod that I did when he interrupted me with his grating laugh.
 
    "What I'd do," he started again, "I'd see some of this geography I've read so much about.  Mexico first.  Then the U.S. and Canada.
 
    "I'd buy us a camper truck.  Fully equipped. That's $3,000. I know just where I can get one, too.  A friend of mine . . . "
 
    His words trailing behind him, Mr. Geography was out the door, laughing all the way.
   
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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: Your Movie Columnist

Jan. 26, 1964, Hedda Hopper 

Jan. 26, 1964: Hedda Hopper’s profile of Evadne Baker was far more interesting than I expected. A quick check of imdb reveals that she died Jan. 17, 1995 … but wait. She was born Nov. 27, 1897? That would have made her 66 years old when this article appeared.

I think not.

To be sure, the Social Security Death Index lists an Evadne A. Baker (1897 –1995) but it’s evidently someone else.  A trip to Factiva reveals some interesting information.

Notice that in Hopper’s interview, Baker says she was born in Cape Town, South Africa. According to a Dec, 29, 1996, Agence France-Presse article, Evadne [“Bonnie”  or “Bonny”]  Baker, then 14,  was seduced by author Sir Laurens van der Post during a three-week sea voyage from South Africa to England, where she was to study with the Sadler’s Wells Ballet, probably about 1952-53

Van der Post, a family friend, was entrusted to be Baker’s guardian because he was engaged to her sister Fleur, according to the AFP article, which is based on an account from the Johannesburg Sunday Times.

The article says that Baker became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, Cari Mostert, who
was raised by her grandmother Jessie Kohler-Baker. The family explained that Mostert’s mother was her older sister, according to other news reports. 

Nov. 27, 1965, Laurens van der Post The AFP story says the grandmother took the baby girl to London and confronted Van der Post, who agreed to support the girl until she turned 18. The girl was told the truth when she was 10 and evidently she came to live with her mother in Los Angeles.

When Mostert was 12, Baker introduced her to Van der Post, who burst into tears, the article says. (According to a 2002 New York Times article, Van der Post was in Los Angeles for a speaking engagement. At right, a Times article from Nov. 27, 1965, about his appearance at Monrovia High School).

In 1989,  when the author visited South Africa, Mostert took her family to the airport to meet him, but he rebuffed them, the AFP report says. The story says: “When she asked him to at least take a look at his grandchildren, he replied: ‘Very wonderful children, my dear, but I don't see what this has to do with me … This is a money-making business.’ ”

After Van der Post died in 1996, Mostert sued his estate. According to the 2002 New York Times article on Van der Post, Baker was then living outside New York City under a different name.  After an account of the relationship was published in Van der Post’s authorized biography, Mostert developed ties with Van der Post’s family, according to a 2001 article in The Times of London by his biographer, J.D.F. Jones.

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Diana Barrymore Dies at 38

Jan. 26, 1960, Cover

Jan. 26, 1960, Diana Barrymore

Jan. 26, 1960, Kennedy 

Nice headline – does that make the nun a college girl? And I guess Kennedy isn’t a headline name yet.

Jan. 26, 1960, Finch Trial
Jan. 26, 1960, Finch Trial

Jan. 26, 1960, Finch Trial

Jan. 26, 1960, Finch Trial

Jan. 26, 1960: The trial of Dr. R. Bernard Finch and Carole Tregoff in the killing of Barbara Jean Finch focuses on what Tregoff said during a discussion in the judge’s chambers at Finch’s preliminary hearing. “Miss Tregoff burst into tears when she was asked on the witness stand last July 29 if she had been intimate with Dr. Finch. Judge Miller called a recess and invited her into his chambers,” The Times’ Gene Blake wrote.

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Indian Leader Prefers Tribal Dances Over ‘Immoral Dances’ of Whites

Jan. 26, 1920, Briggs
“That Guiltiest Feeling,” by Clare Briggs.

Jan. 26, 1920, Indian School

Jan. 26, 1920: "I would rather take part in the tribal dances of my people than the immoral dances of the white people today," Red Fox says.

Jan. 26, 1920, Pueblo Indians

Jan. 26, 1920: A time capsule of views about Native Americans 90 years ago. Frederic J. Haskin writes of Pueblo Indians of the Southwest: "When it comes to resisting change the stand-pat Republicans might take lessons from them.” However, Commissioner of Indian Affairs Cato Sells "believes in encouraging the boys and girls to go to the towns and get jobs, so that they may become like other Americans."

I passed this story along to my friend Gwen Sharp of Sociological Images. Here's her take>>>.

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Through the Lens – Aviation Meet

1910 Aviation Meet 
Photograph by M.E. Rafert / Los Angeles Times

The crowded grandstands at the Aviation Meet, January 1910.I can’t quite make out the wireless antenna that was supposed to be strung along the back of the stands.

1910 Aviation Meet

1910 Aviation Meet

This is why I scan black-and-white (or monochromatic) photos in color.

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 25, 1960

Jan. 25, 1960, Finch Trial

Endless Liquor Flow

Matt Weinstock     Many years ago the mails were cluttered with a  nuisance chain letter called the Good Luck of London.  It was an anonymous, loosely written but harmless bit of nonsense vaguely promising riches to recipients who quickly made six copies and mailed them to friends, bad luck to those who didn't.  A wartime general made his copies like a good soldier and got rich, it stated, but another guy broke the chain and died ignominiously.

    Through the years the letters flourished, disappeared, then reappeared, sometimes with the wording changed.  Doubtless they were kept going by superstitious people.  Finally a couple of years ago, to the relief of postal clerks everywhere, they seemed to have disappeared permanently.

    Now they're back, completely different.  A recipient is instructed to get in touch with the person atop the list of five names, ask what brand of liquor, (not to exceed $5.50 a fifth) he prefers, give him a  bottle, remove his name, add his own to the bottom of the list and send out copies.

image     A man in Hollywood claims he received 14 fifths of whisky through the chain letter.  I don't believe it.  But that's where we are today — even a chain letter turns into a commercial.

::

    VAGRANT THOUGHT — Another day, another picture of Carole Tregoff.

::

    A BIG MOMENT, at least conversationally, to people driving in high mountains is when their ears pop.  To facilitate this procedure, Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Anderson of Canoga Park were chewing gum as they recently came over the Ridge Route.  The situation was pinpointed by Sally, 5, who remarked suddenly, "Hey, who shut me off?"

::

    INSIDE DOPE
The pills and the capsules
    I'm taking these days
Are costly, but beautifully
    dyed.
There's turquoise with
    brown and there's
    purple with gold-
I'll bet I'm sure
    pretty inside.
        –GINNY LENZ

::

    WISHING TO buy "The Pirates of Penzance," an Escondido lady named Christiane went into a local record shop and asked, "Do you have Gilbert and Sullivan?"

    The young man didn't know. He worked there only part time, he said.  He spoke to another young man wearing a Palomar J.C. sweater.  Both shrugged and the first one asked, "What does Gilbert N. Sullivan blow, ma'am?"

::


    THE CLIENTELE
is not quite finished with variations on the phrase "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."

    Tom M. is of the opinion that "The smog in the bog is like grog to the frog."

    C.E.M. argues that "The snow in Mo. falls slowly on St. Joe."  He adds that he signs only his initials because he'd hate for anyone to know he thought of it.

    Writer Alvin Sapinsley, who once passed briefly through New Haven, Conn., wonders if maybe "The hail at Yale falls gaily in the dale."

    Alvin also must accept responsibility for "The monsoon in Rangoon makes all the loonies swoon" and "The precipitation in Union Station causes consternation in the capital of the nation."

::

    AROUND TOWN — Quite an uproar along Santa Monica Bay since  a huge derrick barge anchored about a mile off Malibu pier last week, object oil exploration.  Most seaside residents say the rig ruins their view.  However, some say any activity in the ocean enhances its charm . . . AKFI newscaster, said, "I'll be back in a moment with the air-crash news."  These are the conditions which have prevailed lately . . . Speaking of which, there's an unverified tale circulating that as a celebrity-loaded flight prepared to take off at the airport the call went out over the public address system, "Will Dr. Spears please call at the ticket office to check his luggage?"

Jan. 25, 1960, Beatniks

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Paul Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 25, 1960

 
Jan. 25, 1960, Mirror

Earthy language from Eva Marie Saint shocks Hollywood bash!

It's Yo Ho Ho for Seafarer


 
Paul Coates    The current national insanity for small boats, and its consequent problems, is nothing new to me, matey.

    So avast, you lubbers, and don't bug me.   Belay that jive.  I already dig it.

    My personal psychosis for the scent of salt air, the feel of cold spray and the tingle of excitement at learning that I have dry rot, goes back many years.

    Indeed, like the bug to boat bit me when I was yet a lad, and Bob Yeakel  didn't have a brother to his name.

    It happened one day when my grandmother cradled me in her rather bony lap and spun me  a yarn about how grandpa had gone to sea as a cabin boy and became addicted to smoking tobacco when he was only 9 years old.

    This intimate bit of family lore set me aflame with inspiration.  Since I, myself, was only 10 at the time, it was, of course, impossible for me to buy a boat.  And the radical proponents of the Child Labor Laws had already loused things up for us child laborers so that I couldn't even get a job as a cabin boy on a Yankee Clipper.

image     But I did the best I knew how.  I began smoking immediately.

    Today, here it is almost — I don't know, 20 years later, wouldn't you think? — and I have  a boat of my own.

    That, as a matter of fact, is why I asked you all here.  So gather 'round the mizzenmast, as we say, I want to talk to you.

    I stand ready to share my knowledge of celestial navigation, the danger of trochoidal seas, how to make a half-hitch, what time is six bells, the niceties of flag etiquette, including when to fly the yacht club burgee (about which, I think you've all been sloppy lately) and, how to buy your boat on the "Buddy System" easy time payment plan.

    We'll get to that later.  First, lie back and say whatever comes to your mind.  Now, why do you want to buy a boat?  Because you feel insecure.  Right?  This is a way to make you a big man in the neighborhood.  A yachtsman like John Jacob Astor, only you can do it with nothing down and hardly anything a week.  No?  Look, don't kid me.  I'm in the same boat, as we say.

Becomes a Nautical Devotee

 
    But I've been through it, and I can tell you.  It's not the initial cost, it's the upkeep that kills you.   Six ninety-five for a yachting cap, three-fifty for  meerschaum pipe that stays lit in a high wind, three-eighty for a pair of sneakers, a dollar and a half for Dramamine, seven bucks for a flag with crossed battle-axes to be flown when your wife is aboard (and always good for a chuckle.)
   
    I'm like you, I bought a small craft to impress neighbors, friends, business acquaintances, and in-laws who still think I'm a bum.
 
    The man I bought it from told me that the Coast Guards would issue me a certificate of ownership which had to be displayed in a prominent place aboard.  It was the proudest day of my life.  Master of my own vessel!  And, a certificate to prove it.
 
    I bought  a solid brass frame ($3.98) for this evidence of my financial stability.  It was inscribed with the plaintive sailor's prayer, "O Lord, Thy sea is so great and my ship is so small."
 
    Then the certificate arrived in the mail.  It was a neatly typed document that listed the length and size of the boat.  And under ownership, it listed "Bank of America." 
   
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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: Your Movie Columnist

Jan. 25, 1963, Son of Flubber

It’s Walter Neff and Betty Schaefer in “Son of Flubber!”

Jan. 25, 1963, Hedda Hopper

Jan. 25, 1963: Will somebody please send Hedda Hopper some Frostilla? Thank you!

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The ‘Onion Field’ Remembered [Update]

March 11, 1963, Onion Field
Photograph by Don Cormier / Los Angeles Times

March 11, 1963: Jimmy Lee Smith returns to the crime scene to reenact the “Onion Field” killing with Sgt. G.H. Bates, left, as Officer Ian Campbell; Sgt. Danny Galindo, center, as Officer Karl Hettinger; and Sgt. Pierce Brooks, right, as Gregory Powell.

March 11, 1963, Onion Field
Photograph by Don Cormier / Los Angeles Times

March 11, 1963: Jimmy Lee Smith, in handcuffs, points to where Officer Ian Campbell was shot after he fell to the ground. Sgt. Pierce Brooks takes the role of Gregory Powell.

 

Retired Police Lt. Max K. Hurlbut, one of the Daily Mirror’s regular readers, writes:

Hi, LARRY,

Ian Campbell There is a "rest of the story" regarding this incident—not known to JOE WAMBAUGH (who graduated the Academy class before me: May 1960)—that you are welcome to print if it is of interest:

IAN CAMPBELL and KARL HETTINGER and I were partners in Hollywood Division in 1960 & '61.  (I was "third man" in the car, so did not work with them every shift).  By 1963 I was assigned to Accident Investigation Division out of PAB (Police Administration Building—Not yet named "Parker Center").

Policeman GARY E. KIRBY and I were assigned 6T91 the Saturday evening of 9 March 1963.  Near end-of-watch, we retreat to the basement Hollywood Division coffee room to complete reports and obtain nickel shoe shines from a trustee. 

IAN & KARL shortly arrive and join us.  The two are working 6Z4 [not an "F-car" (felony car) as commonly reported]. "Z" indicates a divisional special assignments car. A rash of "fruit rolls" (politically incorrect term for the street robberies of gays) was their mission.

March 10, 1963, Inglewood KARL goes upstairs to consult with detectives on an old case.  IAN, GARY, and I discuss an incident this very day.  Two Inglewood officers, DOUGLAS WEBB & ARTHUR FRANZMAN, see a white Corvair run a red light at Manchester Avenue & Crenshaw Boulevard.  Unbeknownst to them, the two occupants have 211'd the "White Elephant Restaurant" at 8420 Crenshaw.

The L.A. Times article of 10 March (“Fleeing Driver Forces Police Into Cemetery,” unknown page) states, “When officer Franzman approached the car, the driver whipped out a .45 caliber automatic and yelled to Webb, “Drop that gun or I’ll blow your friend’s head off.”  The startled officers dropped their gun belts and were marched into the cemetery.  The gunmen left them there, picked up their guns, and fled….”

We conclude the bad guys probably fear the death penalty so do not harm the officers.  This is one of three similar police kidnapping incidents in the Greater L.A. area the previous month.

KARL returns and he & IAN drive off in their unmarked Plymouth to their destiny at Carlos & Gower.  I’ve often wondered if, en route to his execution, IAN reflected upon the irony of events that day.  (He was a philosophy major in college).

The CAMPBELL-HETTINGER shooting changes procedures on LAPD and in the entire law enforcement community.  Commander JOHN “TWO-GUN” POWERS writes Patrol Bureau Order No. 11 six days later which is reflected in today’s officer survival training.

HETTINGER’s surrender of his revolver and subsequent flight (which saves his life) come under intense scrutiny.  KARL is forced to appear before fellow officers at roll calls to describe and answer for his actions. It is not pretty.

I am selected to become Chief WILLIAM H. PARKER’s driver, but he takes KARL instead.  We do not have a Department shrink in these days, but it is an attempt to relieve some of the pressures on poor KARL. 

KARL retires to become a gardener—in Bakersfield near that very same onion field!  (Why isn’t this a red flag, even then?).  KARL dies at 59, a delayed response to the events of some 30 years before….

Forgot to mention a little aside on the IAN CAMPBELL shooting. We used to write F.I. ("Field Interrogation") cards on everyone stopped. If, next morning, a burglary or other crime was discovered nearby, it could be useful info. Sometimes a "hummer" (not well-articulated reason for the stop) would go down as a 211 or 459 suspect, when it was really just a hunch or a feeling (based upon experience) that something was amiss. IAN & KARL probably thought this was just another F.I. card or "shake."

Most officers felt CAMPBELL was not prepared when he walked up to POWELL in the driver's seat. [I.e., IAN should have had his gun out, even if it was held down, out of sight, beside his leg, with flashlight in his left hand. SOP, even then, was to order felony suspects to walk back to you]. POWELL & SMITH had a homosexual relationship, so it is likely that the officers' "fruit roll" patrol found the actual suspects they were looking for. It's also apparent that both officers did not know what they had. I doubt they could initially ascertain the suspects were black, as it's difficult to view the interiors of cars at night with occupants facing forward.*

Anyway…..SMITH was always the passenger and kept his revolver in a paper bag between the two. POWELL, however, practiced a little trick which snagged IAN. (This info. comes from one of his cellmates). Bear with me…..

July 26, 1963, Onion Field
Photograph by Edward Gamer / Los Angeles Times

Dr. Harold Kate [Update: Harold Kade], autopsy surgeon, and Sgt. Pierce Brooks insert rods in a mannequin to show the paths of the bullets that killed Officer Ian Campbell.


LAPD procedure in felony stops was to order the passenger to place his hands up or out the window, so as to be in view of the passenger officer. Driver was ordered to place his hands atop the steering wheel. (Which could be seen by officers with high-beams or spot light).

Driver would then be ordered to place his left hand outside the window (with right remaining on the wheel) and open his door, using the outside button or latch. As he stepped out, he would be told to face forward and slowly back up, hands in the air.

POWELL kept his piece on the floor, just under the seat behind his right foot. He practiced opening the door with his left hand and, as he stepped out, sliding the gun along the floor with his right foot. As he did this, his right arm would momentarily be concealed from officers. He would reach down and emerge with the gun in his right hand.

Following the Onion Field shooting, POWELL stole a car and headed back to L.A. He was stopped over the Grapevine by a CHP officer. Supposedly, he tried this slide-the-gun-with-his-foot trick, but the weapon snagged and somehow bounced back. Probably saved the life of the Chippie.

Rarely a day passes that I do not think of IAN & KARL….Am pleased to be able to shed a little light after so many years.

MAX K. HURLBUT, 10603
LAPD Lieutenant’s Badge 1
(Retired) * I queried Max about the statement that both Powell and Smith were African American. He replied:

I realize GREGORY POWELL was depicted by JAMES WOODS in “The Onion Field” (1979).  In his photos POWELL appears Caucasian.  I believe, however,he is of mixed race. 

I have the original “Hollywood Station Log” of 10 March 1963 written by Sergeant JERRY W. RUMMEL (aka: “Aba-Daba,” from a stutter when under stress).  It describes various officers conducting the search for IAN & KARL following the discovery of their abandoned car at 2300 hours on 9 March.  The following entry is from 4:10 AM:

    “Suspect in custody at Bakersfield,  POWELL, Gregory Ulas.  Male Negro,
    8-2-23, 5-10, 150, blk/brn.  Residence – 669 M Avenue, Boulder City,
    Nevada.”

I suppose this could be in error, but it appears to come from R.& I. Division records.  The race portion would derive from prior booking sheets.

The entry for 4:20 AM notes:

    “Jim Youngblood possible suspect.  M Neg 30, 5-9, 150, blk.  Communications put out broadcast every ten minutes.”

Max also adds: I may have missed your point in my “POWELL is black” documentation.  In fact, he appears white.  For appearances they are a “Salt & Pepper” team……

March 11, 1963, Onion Field Photograph by Don Cormier / Los Angeles Times

A detail of the LAPD reenactment of the “Onion Field” killing with Sgt. G.H. Bates as Officer Ian Campbell and Jimmy Lee Smith.

[Update: In response to a comment, Max writes:]

Do not know if you wish to have me answer the commentary of "Native Angeleno" who says, "…but this obsession with race the  LAPD is well known for, or should i (sic) say one race in particular,  can not be avoided reading Max."   Thanks for your response, “Call Box Sam.”

It is true that LAPD is a social group with its own culture, code of conduct, belief system, shared values, and common goals.  I can remember Chief WILLIAM H. PARKER telling us recruits, "You  come from all segments of society and thus share its attitudes and prejudices.  But if you treat anyone with disrespect or unfairness, your ass will be mine….I cannot change your beliefs, but I can change your employment!”

Chief PARKER deployed us heavily in South Central L.A., because "That is where the crime is."  The Valley and West End complained they were paying for protection that was going elsewhere.

The facts may be difficult for the politically correct to comprehend. Blacks were then about 18 percent of the population in L.A., but committing over 65 percent of Part I crimes (Uniform Crime Reporting: murders, robberies, rapes, arson, etc.).  Why?  Sociological problems, education, dna….who knows?  Most victims were fellow blacks, who appreciated and strongly supported LAPD.  The South End was the only segment of L.A. that regularly voted for police pay raises and benefits.  And we gave them the best service we could.  The team preying on gays, being sought by CAMPBELL & HETTINGER, were black.  So, does “Native A.” think they should be stopping whites?

Starting in 1973, affirmative action & consent decrees changed LAPD culture from aggressively pursuing criminals to laying back in police cars, taking careful and lengthy reports, while gangs ran wild in the streets and portions of L.A. were terrorized by thugs.

When I was in the field in the 1960s, our 3,400 policemen (our Civil Service rank) arrested 100,000 more criminals than do today's  10,000 affirmative action wonders.  (Attorney GARY INGEMUNSON in "Warning Bells," Thin Blue Line, July 2005, p. 13—Also L.A. Times of 13 March 1996, pp. B-1 & 3):  A “distressed Mayor Richard Riordan…said it was vexing to learn that LAPD is now making 100,000 fewer arrests, issuing over 200,000 fewer citations, and conducting over 20,000 fewer field interviews per year.”

There is no “nice” way to arrest a dangerous and combative suspect.  Officers today are more concerned about getting burned and labeled as a rogue officer than being aggressive at confronting suspects.  When were you safer, taxpayers, then or now…?

Police work can be violent and unpleasant to view, per the IAN CAMPBELL shooting.  The California Government Code, sections 821, 845, & 846 state public employees cannot be sued for “failure to provide adequate police protection or service, to prevent the commission of crimes and failure to apprehend criminals.”  The “Protect and to Serve” motto is a statement, not a promise.

When the community fails to support its police in its proper and reasonable enforcement efforts, the police become demoralized and cease proactive enforcement.  Doing nothing or devoting
inordinate attention to minor incidents and thus being unavailable to handle more serious calls has few consequences…..

MAX  K. HURLBUT

Retired from the “Golden Era” of LAPD.

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