Airplane Craze


Jan. 15, 1910, Paulhan

Jan. 15, 1910: Louis Paulhan skims over the Los Angeles harbor in an early demonstration of the potential of air power. 

Jan. 15, 1910, Avaition Meet 

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"A panic was barely averted last night about 6 o'clock when a crowd got wedged in between two moving trains and began to 'mill.' Once started, everybody was pushing. Several men lost their hats and a number of women were badly crushed. Screams and cries rose from between the trains and the conductors pulled frantically at the bell cords. The trains were stopped before anyone was thrown under the car, but the scare was general."

Jan. 15, 1910, Airship
Jan. 15, 1910, Aviation Meet 

 Jan. 15, 1910, Aviation Meet

 

Jan. 15, 1910: "Yesterday, while the other aviators were fussing around with some dull but important tests, Paulhan suddenly took a flying jump into the air and winged to San Pedro and back.

"It may have been an unconscious effect on his part; but his flying scud over the ground purchased at Point Fermin only the day before for the new fortifications suggests some mighty uncomfortable possibilities."

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Steve Hodel to Mark Anniversary of Black Dahlia Killing

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Steve Hodel, whose father, Dr. George Hodel, has been turned into a serial killer franchise, will be appearing at the Los Angeles Police Historical Society Museum on Jan. 15, the 63rd anniversary of the killing of Elizabeth Short, nicknamed the Black Dahlia. Tickets for a VIP reception are $50.

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 14, 1960

Jan. 14, 1960, Peanuts Jan. 14, 1960, Peanuts

Anti-Togetherness

Matt Weinstock     The hassle between newspapermen and TV men over coverage of press conferences has reached an impasse and while the public doesn't particularly care, just so the news is covered, a basic difference is involved.

    Newspapermen are there to get at what the subject has to say, even to prod him into saying something he hadn't intended.  Whether his hair is mussed or there is egg on his coat or he gets aggravated at their questions is irrelevant.  From experience, they feel they elicit the most from him when he is at ease, not under the eyes of cameras.

    TV MEN ARE THERE to get the story, too, but they're also looking for a show.  They feel there may be added dramatic value in a man blowing his top when trapped into replying to an embarrassing question or gulping or sneezing or tugging at his collar or scratching his chin.

    Obviously the man most likely to succeed in making friends and influencing people, vital in an election year, is the best actor, one who remains unruffled and smiles an ingratiating if rehearsed smile, no matter what he is asked.  A professional actor knows it's as easy to feign sincerity as it is to pretend to be surprised, terrified, happy or sorrowful. 

    And so there's no togetherness in press conferences since the camera crews walked out on Gov. Rockefeller and Gov. Brown.  If the TV men can't bring their equipment in the room while the pencil and paper boys are asking questions they're under the orders from New York not to play.

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    SUDDEN THOUGHT — Civilization is when you can't tell whether a roaring noise in the night is the sonic boom from a jet plane or the garbage grinder next door.

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    CLASS REUNION
I shook his hand and
    thought:
How flattered he must be;
But his manner was distraught,
He had forgotten me.
    –SHELDON WHITE

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    TWO NORWALK deputy sheriffs who visit the nearby schools instructing youngsters in traffic safety were at McGee School in Pico Rivera recently demonstrating how long it takes a  car to stop in an emergency.

    Deputy Lee Kerr gunned the car to 25 mph, stepped hard on the brake, then let the youngsters measure the distance required to stop — 43 feet.

    A surly fifth-grader looked at the measuring tape and exclaimed, "Aw, that car's rigged to slide farther than it should!  It doesn't really take that long to stop!"

    So you see, it's not only a generation of vipers, it's a generation of unbelievers.

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    A MAN
hopelessly addicted to betting the horses recently blew the $100 his wife had given him to pay the rent and borrowed $100 from a friend named Carl.  But instead of paying the rent with it he lost it also to a bookie.

    When the landlord hollered, the wife demanded an accounting of the C note.  Trapped, he told her he'd loaned it to Carl, who needed it desperately to pay  a bookie debt.

    The wife closed in on Carl, indignantly denounced horses and men, not necessarily in that order, with the result that Carl had to dig up another $100 or betray his pal.

    Sternest test of friendship Carl has ever undergone.

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    A MAN observed wandering a golf course, looking through binoculars at homes on the fringe of the fairways, was arrested recently as a burglary suspect.  He denied he had any intentions.  He admitted, however, he was a potential Peeping Tom.

    "But all I could see," he insisted, "were heads and TV sets!"

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    MISCELLANY — Profound quotation on a notice of Leon Saulter's exhibit (painting and sculpture) at 746 N La Cienega Blvd.:  "The ultimate, which is the goal, is never attained, but searching for it becomes the art" . . . Pat Buttram on CBS Radio:  "It's an adult western when the hero wears a .45 Colt and the heroine a 38 sweater."
Jan. 14, 1960, Peanuts

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Paul V. Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 14, 1960

 Jan. 14, 1960, Mirror Cover

Ahead of My Time

Paul Coates    The thing about me you really ought to know is that I am ahead of my time.

    I read "Lady Chatterley's Lover" even before Postmaster Gen. Summerfield discovered that it was dirty.

    I wore Italian-cut suits when the rest of you were walking around with a belt in the back.

    And, I was broiling hot dogs on an outdoor barbecue back in the days when the only people who thought it was fashionable to cook over an open fire were Romany gypsies.

    It sort of runs in the family.

    One of my uncles was using pomade on his hair before anyone ever heard of Rudolph Valentino.  I have a maiden aunt who, 30 years before the advent of Bridey Murphy, was smugly convinced that in another life she had been the mistress of Lord Nelson.

Jan. 14, 1960, Rexford Eagan    And my father was getting Ithaca, N.Y., on the earphone of his wireless radio when the rest of the neighbors were still content to get Gallagher and Shean on the gramophone.

     But this hereditary passion to run ahead of the mob is not all clear sailing.  Some of it is just skating on thin ice.  (And, if I don't make the New Yorker with that one, I quit.)

    For example, a couple of years ago I was the first kid on our block to get a telephone speaker box installed in my office.

    This is an ingenious device developed after countless hours of scientific research for the benefit of affected people who like to pretend that they're just too damn busy to hold a phone to their ear.

    It was perfected on the theory that the businessman, charged as he is with nervous energy, can pace the length and breadth of his office while conducting a phone conversation.  If he just speaks normally, the box will pick it up.

    And it works — except that to the party at the other end of the line, you apparently sound like a voice from the grave.  This causes confusion and delay at the start of every conversation.

    "Where you calling from?"  I am frequently asked.

    "From my office.  Why?"

    "I don't know," the other voice says.  "You sound kind of like, funny."

    "How do you mean, funny?"  I insist.

    "Like you're talking from behind the pinballs in a bowling alley."

    I will explain that I'm talking through a speaker box, and then make some feeble attempt at describing it.  Usually, however, the party I called hangs up still feeling that for some weird reason, best known to myself, I really must have been talking from behind the pinballs in a bowling alley.

    The Pickle Barrel Question

image    People's private secretaries are invariably the worst to deal with.  All of their business school training in fastidious, telephone etiquette collapses at the sound of my hollow voice.  "Where are you?" they will shriek, "in a tunnel at the Coliseum?"  Or, "You sound like you're lying underneath your desk."

     The other morning, I tried the approach that a good offense is the best defense.  I was putting through a call to a prominent theatrical executive in town.  His secretary answered, and when she heard me speak, she giggled:

    "Your voice sounds like you're talking from a pickle barrel."

    "It does?" I said politely.  "How do you know?"

    "Begya pardon?"

    "How do you know," I repeated relentlessly.  "Have you ever spoken to anyone who was in a pickle barrel?"

    My cold logic must have shattered her completely.  At any rate, she quietly hung up on me.  Of course, I never completed my call.  But I don't care, it was a moral victory.
    

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Jan. 14, 1952, Hedda Hopper 

Jan. 14, 1952: Hedda Hopper says, “Katharine Hepburn steps up to bat to take lessons from Pinky Woods, star pitcher of the Hollywood Stars. It's for her role of an all-around athlete in 'Pat and Mike,' in which she plays a femme Joe DiMaggio.”

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Suspect Held in Girl’s Abduction, Killing

Jan. 14, 1960, Primary

Jan. 14, 1960, Beats

Art Buchwald talks to Gregory Corso on the rise of the Beats. "This is going to be a great age," Corso says. "I can feel it. If we can only get some beatniks in the armies of the world we can burn down war."

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An unidentified suspect is arrested in the kidnapping and slaying of 10-year-old Mary Lou Olson of National City. Her killing was never solved.

Jan. 14, 1960, Sports

“It takes a brave man to walk in and assume the coaching job of the Los Angeles Rams. That man is Bob Waterfield,” Paul Zimmerman says.
Jan. 14, 1960: “The presidential primary is an extensive and exhaustive ordeal which cheapens the quality of the discussion of national issues and puts an excessive premium on the arts of demagoguery," Walter Lippmann writes.

He adds, "At the best, these scattered and haphazard primary elections should be regarded, if and when the votes have been thoroughly analyzed, as samples of public opinion to assist the convention in making its final judgment. They should never, as Sen. Kennedy proposes, be treated as decisive."

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Of Race and Riverside

Jan. 14, 1920, Briggs “The Days of Real Sport,” by Clare Briggs.
 
Jan. 14, 1920, Population 

“In other words, so far as this city is concerned, during the year 1919 the white race was gradually approaching extinction, being second to the Indian….”

Jan. 14, 1920, Suit

 

Jan. 14, 1920: "Mr. Early admitted that he hugged and kissed the embryonic star as part of her stage education."

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The Miracle of Flight

 Jan. 14, 1910, Gasoline
Yes, everything runs on gasoline.

Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation Meet
Jan. 13, 1910, Paulhan

Madame Paulhan climbs out of her husband's plane after making a trip.

Jan. 14, 1910, Aviation Meet

"Mon Dieu! How can I tell you? One floats away, one glides through the
air, and that is all. How can I describe it? It is impossible," Mme.
Paulhan says.

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J.H. Klassen's monoplane catches fire, but quick action prevents other airplanes from burning.

Jan. 14, 1910, Aviation Meet

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How Ted Gale sketched Aviation Week.

Jan. 14, 1910: Another day of wonders, a day of 19th century miracles become the popular sport of the 20th century — that is briefly the story of the fourth day of the Los Angeles Aviation Meet.

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 13, 1960

  Jan. 13, 1960, Peanuts
Jan. 13, 1960, Peanuts

How to View Smog

Matt Weinstock     Before me as I write this is a clipping from the Dallas News.  A four-column photo shows the Dallas downtown skyline shrouded in haze.  The accompanying story by James Lehrer is headed, "Dallas Smog Different:  It's Healthy."

    The story states:
   
    "Yes, it was definitely smog.  But don't think for one minute, California, that your smog championship is in jeopardy.  Your West Coast smog reportedly causes everything from pimples to dandruff and bloodshot eyes.  Ours is different.  It's healthy.

    "The smog cuts down the visibility, sure.  The lowest it got was four miles at 9 a.m.  It was back up to eight miles by 2 p.m.

    "There's even an explanation for our smog.  'It was just a lack of wind to blow the smoke away,' explained the weatherman.  'Usually we have plenty of circulation to keep it all stirred up, but it just didn't happen this morning.' "

    IT IS CLEAR from the above that we have taken the wrong approach to our smog problem.  We keep talking and grousing about it when we should ignore it.

    From now on, let us pretend it isn't there.  Perhaps the supervisors will appoint a Board of Sweetness and Light which will assure the eye-watering, nose-blowing taxpayers that they just imagine it.

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Jan. 13, 1960, Jay Robinson   

WHEN A Manhattan Beach family returned from a New Year's weekend in the mountains it found this scrawled note on the front door:  "Congratulations.  You have won a 19-year supply of Christmas trees."  Seemed like a harmless gag until the family found 19 tired trees  piled in the back yard.  Happens every year, although in the Hollywood version some diabolic alcoholic places an ad in a paper stating the innocent victim will pay for used trees delivered to his home.

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    TRUE SUCCESS
The happiest man is the
    person who can
Enjoy all his days as
    he lives them.
He picks his profession with
    care and discretion-
He doesn't get ulcers-
    he gives them.
        –PEARL ROWE

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    ANDREW AND Virginia Stone constitute one of the most versatile husband and wife teams in motion pictures.  He writes, produces and directs; she is the film editor.  They also write the music for their productions, for instance, the title song for their recent opus, "The Last Voyage."
   
    Someone asked recently if they ever thought of acting.  "We'll do that, too," Andy replied, "when someone casts the first Stone."

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   FOR PURPOSES of publicity, the Lanvin perfume people recently sent an emissary to the town of Hell, 58 miles east of Indio, to try to prevail upon the overseers, forked tail or not, to change the name to Arpege.  The town, some will recall, is named occasionally in gag weather stories.  You know, as hot or as cold as.
   
    Charles Carr, who operates the only business there, a cafe-garage, said no.  He felt the name would be worth $1 million some day as a tourist attraction.  Seems he has appointed himself president of the Hell chamber of commerce.

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AROUND TOWN — The records at Norwalk sheriff's substation reveal that an attempted burglary at the Suburban Mutual Water Co. was reported by Marilyn Neptune, who works there . . . People looking at the rain have different reactions.  With some, floods and traffic jams are uppermost.  A weekend gardener I know said, "This is the one that'll bring up the weeds."

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    AT RANDOM —
Provocative inquiry from Alberto Diaz:  "Hey, suppose some saboteur goes to a Smell-O-Vision or AromaRama picture with a can of pine scent spray and lets go?"  Dunno, but it won't do a thing for Streets of Hong Kong . . . Michael Tell is shaking his head over this bit of double talk by a TV auto pitchman:  "You can't buy a better car for less!" . . . Frank Barron knows of a Hollywood apartment manager who is so strict she gives her tenants demerits.

Jan. 13, 1960, Abby

 
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Paul V. Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 13, 1960

Jan. 13, 1960, Mirror Cover

Issue Was Other Than Brotherhood

Paul Coates    I lost a job the other day.

    It wasn't a big job, but it did have prestige.  I was invited to be a judge in an essay contest for the high school students of Burbank.
   
    Last week, I got my notice.  My services wouldn't be needed.  The contest — organized and sponsored by the Burbank Human Relations Council — had been called off.

    No official reason was given to me, but it was only a matter of hours before the "unofficial" explanation started coming in from various sources.

    The most repeated one was that the Burbank city school system had decided that the subject matter of the essay contest was too hot to handle.

    This piqued my interest more than slightly because the essays were to be written on brotherhood.  Somehow, brotherhood never quite struck me as a controversial subject.  At least not in this portion of the nation.

    While I was making quiet inquiries into the situation, however, I was "scooped" on my own exclusive.  The story broke that the "issue of brotherhood" caused Burbank Superintendent of Schools Russell Croad to drop the contest like a hot potato.

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Croad, one report said, was influenced in his decision by half a dozen protesting phone calls — four of them anonymous.  Another implied that the superintendent was against human relations.

    If these had been facts, there certainly would have been a story there.  An educator who labels brotherhood as a subject too controversial for his students is news.

    But those weren't the facts.

    The facts were that a small controversy did arise, but not over the issue of brotherhood.  It was the kind of an issue of no importance to anybody except those directly concerned.  Superintendent Croad called Jasper Teague , an engineer who was serving as contest chairman on the Burbank Human Relations Council, into his office and suggested that the contest be dropped.  He gave his reasons.

    Teague agreed to go along with Croad's suggestion.

    And that was that.

    After talking to both parties, I'm convinced that if the subject of the proposed essay had been "How to Build a Rabbit Hutch," the contest would also have been dropped.

Jan. 13, 1960, Mary Lou Olson     Croad told me yesterday, "We certainly aren't questioning human relations.  As far as our school program is concerned, we're not at variance with the objectives of the council.

    "What does bother me," he added, "is that so much was made out of it publicly.  The facts were twisted around to make it an issue."

    It bothers me too.

A Strange Hypersensitivity

    There exists today, whether we like it or not, a strange hypersensitivity surrounding the once-innocuous words "brotherhood" and "human relations."

    People read strange meaning into them.  The fault, doesn't lie only with the hate-preachers who twist them into,  in their term, "mongrelization."  There are two extremes.  On the other, there are people who are quick to charge that anyone unwilling to participate in a specific human relations or brotherhood program — no matter what the individual's reasons — is automatically a narrow-minded bigot.

    That's a risky premise, too.

    The diametric definitions don't simplify the job of reporting social injustices, either.  I'm certainly in favor of bringing stories of — if you'll pardon the weighty term- social significance — to the attention of people.  Ignorance of what's going on never cured any social ill.

    But, by the same token, when you're reporting that kind of a story, you've got to be careful what your emotions, and other people's emotions, lead you to assume.  You might wake up in the morning to find that you were crying wolf.

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Jan. 13, 1952, Hedda Hopper
Jan. 13, 1952, Hedda Hopper 

June 29, 1948, Wyman and Reagan Divorce

June 29, 1948, Ronald Reagan and Jane Wyman divorce.

Jan. 13, 1952: Hedda Hopper asks Jane Wyman: "Don't you kinda miss a man around the house?"

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Victim Predicted Killing, Lawyer Says

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Jan. 13, 1960, Finch 

Jan. 13, 1960, Finch
Jan. 13, 1960: "She told me something would have to be done because she knew that Dr. Finch was going to kill her," according to her divorce attorney, Joseph T. Forno. "In fact she described exactly how it was going to happen."

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Watts Streetcars Are Crowded and Dangerous

Jan. 13, 1920, Briggs 

“Wonder What the Wheat-Cake Artist Things About?" by Clare Briggs.

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Jan. 13, 1920: Although Los Angeles’ long-dismantled streetcar system has achieved sainthood, it was not always so beloved when people actually had to use it. “In the name of humanity, let us have better service on the Watts car line,” A Frequent User says.

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The Conquest of the Air

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Jan. 13, 1910, Louis Paulhan

Jan. 13, 1910: Louis Paulhan sets an altitude record of  about 4,165 feet. It was impossible to be sure because Paulhan didn't note the setting on a borrowed barometer before he took off. The figure of 4,165 feet was calculated using triangulation from on the ground while the barometer registered 4,600 feet. 

Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation Week

Cartoonist Albert Jean Taylor gives Miss Los Angeles an airplane hat. Taylor, who was at The Times for about seven years, died in 1927 at the age of 59. 

Jan. 13, 1910, Cover

I’ve seen some unusual layouts in the old papers, but nothing quite like this.

image  Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation At left, The Times publishes a chart comparing Paulhan’s achievement with previous records.

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Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation Meet

Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation Meet

One flier who built an airplane in secret tries to take off in the street in hopes of flying to the aviation grounds, but wrecks his plane when he rams a curb.

Jan. 13, 1910, Aviation Meet

Jan. 13, 1910: "The eyes of the world are turned toward Los Angeles this morning and the name of Louis Paulhan is spoken in many tongues because man had never flown so high on a heavier-than-air machine as Paulhan flew yesterday at Aviation Field. Forty-thousand fortunate spectators in and about Los Angeles are trying vainly to describe to their friends the spectacle they witnessed. It was one of those experiences that come but once in a lifetime. It was the first time many of those present had ever seen a human being soar into the air on an aeroplane, like a bird, and to watch a flight nearly a mile straight toward the zenith was soul-stirring."

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Matt Weinstock, Jan. 12, 1960

Jan. 12, 1960, Abby

Rainy Day

Matt Weinstock           Some people I know were sitting contentedly in front of a crackling wood fire, sipping soothing beverages, during the rain Sunday and somehow got around to making up variations of “the rain in Spain falls mostly on the plain.”

          One came up with “the rain in Champlain falls mostly on the grain,” but he was shouted down — too contrived. 

          Another suggested that “the snow on the Po falls mostly on the Po people,” but this was considered too sneaky.

          In fact, the only paraphrase conceded to be authentic was “the sleet in Crete falls mostly on your feet.”

          Hail, fog and mist also got a weak workout, to no avail.

          One brave fellow announced he was working feverishly on “precipitation” and his frustrated colleagues promptly shoved him out in it.

 

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Jan. 12, 1960, Daddy Grace           THE WEEK END also was marred by a TV commercial in which Bill Welsh, obviously with a gun at his back, declared that a certain soft drink “happies up your thirst.”

          It is no longer notable when ad copy writers, seemingly dedicated to debasing the language, use another adjective as a verb.  It is only a matter of degree.  This one clearly is worse than the cigarette which “gentles” the smoke.

          To keep the record straight, the dictionary does list happy as a transitive verb but it also states this usage is obsolete.  And it makes life awfully tough on teachers trying to jam a little grammar into the kiddies.

 

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                PAYOLA BLUES

There’s no use in complaining,

friends,

When big stars, in scandal,

                are named;

No matter how much we

                may protest,

Even pictures are framed.

–CARROLL VAN COURT

 

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            LIFE CAN BE particularly confusing to day workers, those hundreds of women who sleepily ride the early morning busses to go to different homes each day to clean, wash, iron, baby-sit or serve as maids.

          A matron phoned a friend in Westwood the other day and the maid answered, “Murray residence!” “No, Carter residence!” she quickly corrected herself.  “Oh my gosh, it’s Friday!” she exclaimed, “I mean Brown residence!”  Which was what the caller was sure she’d dialed.

 

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image            EVERYONE WHO lives in the San Fernando Valley knows about eerie sounds in the night.  Usually it’s Rocketdyne blasting off, testing a new missile fuel.  The roar, emanating from the plant in the Santa Susana hills, is deafening.

        Greg Richie, 4, was distracted the other night from his cartoon by the spooky sound of the strong wind.  He listened a moment then said, “It’s all right, mommy, it’s only Wocket dyne!”

 

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          NOW AND THEN the notion takes hold that photographers aren’t really daffy, that they’re as normal as anyone else.  But somehow they manage to prove otherwise.

        While waiting for some people in the news to arrive at International Airport, Jim Harris noticed the insurance machines all over the place and said to Bill Kiley, “If I ever go up in a plane, I’m going to take out lots of insurance.  Then I KNOW the plane won’t crash — I never win anything!”

 

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        AT RANDOM — People wondering what to do with their used Christmas cards can do a good deed by sending them to the Rev. C. Walberg, Box 190, Redondo Beach.  He’ll send them to children in Korea and Formosa . . . Basketball fanatics are muttering over what they consider inadequate coverage of the greatest sport of all.  And if the SC-UCLA game this week doesn’t fill the Sports Arena they’ll make louder noises . . . Car salesmen are telling about the two auto thieves who met at a big West Side market.  One said, “What are you doing here?”  The other car thief replied, “Oh, I’m in the market for a new car” . . . The Department of Animal Regulation’s monthly bite report lists the year’s first ocelot chomping. 
 

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Paul V. Coates – Confidential File, Jan. 12, 1960

Jan. 12, 1960, Mirror Cover
Bishop Sweet Daddy Grace, founder of 700 Houses of Prayer for All People in America and Cuba, dies at 234 W. Adams Blvd.

Traffic Tickets Costly in Time


Paul Coates    It was suggested yesterday by an anonymous but thrift-conscious Los Angeles city councilman that City Hall employees cut down on their coffee breaks and shoulder up to their duty of giving maximum service to taxpayers.

    And I, as a taxpayer, agree with him.  In fact, I think he’s just scratched the surface of the problem.

    You ask me, I say a full-scale investigation into the habits of city personnel is in order.  From my casual knowledge of their department, I suspect that a lot more abuses of the eight-hour day will be uncovered.

    Have you ever considered, for example, the amount of time completely wasted by a motorcycle officer when he stops you for a traffic violation?

    Police brass will deny it, but I strongly suspect that the officers’ pattern of behavior is charted in a top-secret police manual and part of the compulsory instruction given rookies at the Police Academy.

    It’s too much to believe that all those men in leather jackets go through that same lengthy ritual by coincidence.

    The procedure is this:

    After motioning suspect’s vehicle to curb, officer parks his motorcycle 10 feet to rear.  Officer dismounts with studied, deliberate nonchalance (15 seconds), casually inspects his bike (20 seconds), gives his front tire a critical kick (5 seconds).

    Officer then carefully removes his goggles (10 seconds) and his gloves, one finger at a time (2 seconds per finger, which in most instances amounts to 20 seconds).

    Officer then checks his two breast pockets, two slash pockets in uniform breeches, then right rear pocket, before locating citation pad in left rear pocket.  (20-25 seconds allowable time.  If less, officer should drop ballpoint pen long enough to make up difference.)

Jan. 12, 1960, Finch Trial     Make notation of license number (10 seconds).  Advance toward offender’s vehicle unhurriedly, allowing enough time for driver’s guilt feelings to build sufficiently (45 seconds).  Clear throat (10 seconds).  Study offender seriously, achieving, if possible, expression of resigned disgust (15 seconds).

    Then, make polite greeting to fit the occasion, e.g., “Good afternoon, Madam.  Lovely day.”  Or, “Good evening, Sir. Beastly weather, but I suppose we need the rain.”

    Allowing no more than 15 seconds for pleasantries, officer then proceeds to write ticket with dispatch.

    The cost of the entire operation to taxpayers is 3 min., 10 sec.  Multiplied by the number of tickets a policeman is required to write every day, you can see that motorcycle officers are wasting much valuable time which could be far better spent in ferreting those Mafia rats out of their holes.  Or at least, in patrolling the general vicinity of Rondelli's..

    As far as the Fire Department is concerned, I’ve got no complaints, other than that at a very minimum expenditure, they could grease those poles so they’d get down a little faster.

Caffeine Vacation

    As a Mirror News article on the situation pointed out yesterday, every minute costs. According to the article, two daily quarter-hour coffee breaks total up to the equivalent of an extra three weeks vacation a year.

    Add to this an average of three trips a day to the City Hall ladies room by each female clerk-typist for the sole purpose of straightening her seams, and it’s evident that we taxpayers aren’t getting our money’s worth.

    I’d also estimate that department heads waste at least three hours a week trying to convince their secretaries that their wives don’t understand them.

    This results not only in a serious loss of man-hours, but if allowed to go unchecked, it could result in office gossip, which naturally detracts from the general efficiency.

    In my job at the Mirror News, I’m entitled to the usual two coffee breaks.

    But I’ll tell you the truth.  I’d rather pass them and take the three weeks all at once.  You know, if it’s all right with my managing editor.  Anyway, coffee keeps me awake.

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Jan. 12, 1950, Hedda Hopper 

Jan. 12, 1950: "Judy Garland has been out of 'Summer Stock' for the past few days due to illness. So, before those rumors get rolling again, here are the facts. I checked with other members of the cast, and they told me that Judy couldn't have been more cooperative during the entire picture. A series of strenuous dance routines has been draining her energies."

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Murder Trial Attracts Crowds

Jan. 12, 1960, Finch Trial 

A detective describes finding blood in the car driven by victim Barbara Jean Finch.

Jan. 12, 1960, Finch

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Jan. 12, 1960: The trial of Dr. R. Bernard Finch and Carole Tregoff attracts long lines of spectators, and some of them are regulars. But they're harmless, courtroom bailiffs say.

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Shrine Auditorium Burns to the Ground

Jan. 12, 1920, Briggs

“Ain’t It a Grand and Glorious Feeling?” by Clare Briggs.

Shrine Auditorium

An undated postcard of the old Shrine Auditorium.

Jan. 12, 1920, Shrine Auditorium Burns

Shrine Auditorium

Another postcard of the original Shrine Auditorium.

Jan. 12, 1920: "Shrine Auditorium, for more than 12 years an architectural and historical landmark and the largest hall in Los Angeles, was burned to the ground by a fire that started a few minutes before 3 p.m.," The Times says. The auditorium opened in 1907, but not in time for the city’s famous Shriners’ convention of that year. The second Shrine Auditorium opened in 1926.

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Woman Blames Movie Violence for Attempt to Kill Family

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Jan. 12, 1910: Freed killer Alma Bell went to see a movie about a woman who stabs her boyfriend and attempts suicide. Afterward, she tried to shoot the family that had taken her in. 

Nov. 17, 1909, Alma Bell

Nov. 17, 1909: Alma Bell is accused of killing her lover, Joseph Armes. She was found not guilty by reason of insanity. 

Jan. 12, 1910, Manhole Covers
More sewer gas explosions blast manhole covers higher than the trolley wires.

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Edgar S. Smith is struck by the propeller of his airplane.

Jan. 12, 1910, Winners 

Louis Paulhan flies 8.75 miles; Glenn Curtiss gets airborne in 98 feet.

Jan. 12, 1910, Aviation Meet

Jan. 12, 1910:  Glenn Curtiss "was the first to carry a passenger, taking up his manager, J.F. Fanciulli, for a flight of a mile, which he covered in 2 min., 6 seconds, his speedometer, patterned after wind gauges used by the weather bureau, registering a high speed of 55 mph.”

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