Matt Weinstock, July 1, 1959

Bookie Review

Matt Weinstock A
self-proclaimed expert on sin who goes by the name of Front End Freddie
advises this corner that he is agog and aghast at recent disclosures
about bookmaking. He refers to a report by Asst. Dist. Atty. Manley
Bowler stating that of the 1,614 persons convicted of bookmaking in
L.A. County in 1958 none went to San Quentin, although the crime can be
a felony as well as a misdemeanor. Most were fined, the others did time
in County Jail.

As a result, the grand jury plans to review the
entire bookmaking panorama, perhaps with a view to recommending the
felony aspect of taking bets we knocked out. After all, if judges are
reluctant to send bookies to San Q., what's the point?

And so, Front End Freddie thinks this is an appropriate time to recall how bookmaking became a felony in the first place.

IT HAPPENED,
he remembers, in the teens. Anti-sin groups, then politically powerful,
managed to get horse racing outlawed on the grounds that it was
virtually in the same category with murder, arson, armed robbery and
grunion hunting out of season.

At this strategic moment, the
buck grabbers, Americans who operated horse racing and gambling in
Tijuana, saw a golden opportunity to sluice the loose money south of
the border. The way Front End Freddie tells it, they procured the
services of an accomplished team of lobbyists, who somehow prevailed
upon the legislators in Sacramento to make the horrible crime of
bookmaking a felony, punishable by confinement in San Q.

July 1, 1959, Abby Many
people forget that it was not until 1935 that horse racing was again
legalized by a vote of the people. Now, all these years later, the
lawmen seem about to wipe out the hypocritical felony phase of
bookmaking inasmuch as the courts disregard it anyway.

It's refreshing to see a little sanity shine through the obfuscation, a pretty good word for Wednesday.

::

TODAY IS the
day the state starts taking 3 cents more our of each pack of
cigarettes. There has been considerable growling among fag fiends as
they loaded up with cartons before the deadline but the biggest snarl
has come from patrons of the vending machines, which now silently
demand 30 cents instead of 25. Defending the nickel raise, the vending
machine people point out that converting them is expensive.

A final word on the subject comes from Mrs. E.F. Reed:

"If
the cigarette vending machine owners can't make money at 30 cents a
pack perhaps a machine can be devised where you put in a pack of smokes
and get 30 cents."

::

THE SHARK SCARE
is really something. James K. Hyde of Manhattan Beach says, "I know
it's hard to believe but I see several beady-eyed sharks peering at me
from my TV set every night, begging me in oily voices to let them pay
all my debts. All they want is permission to fit a mortgage on my house
that will last 30 years and will hardly be noticed except on pay days.
Who can tell, maybe they have wrist watches in their stomachs, too."

::

MEANWHILE,
back at the forecastle, it's Al Diaz's theory that the sharks are only
getting even with the fishermen who keep swiping their food.

::

ADMONITION
While you're out driving
Just keep in mind,
You're the dope that's ahead
To the driver behind.
    –RALPH FREEMAN

::

AT RANDOM — A man on Main St. patrol has encountered the word "stirk" several times lately and has run it down. When a guy's a little stirk he's kind of stir crazy. . . Harry Cimring
overheard his 7-year-old ask his 12-year-old if she believed in Santa
Claus. "No!" was the reply. Then she added, for insurance, "Not this
time of year.". . . Dan Ingram nominates as the bravest man in town a
fellow, mentioned here, who leads or rides a horse through the poorly
lighted Sepulveda tunnel under the International airstrip. He heads south in the morning, north in the evening.

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Voices — Karl Malden, 1912 – 2009

Expressly, Karl Malden

His pet project, the film academy's Center for Motion Picture Study in Beverly Hills, opens Wednesday

January 20, 1991

By JUDITH MICHAELSON, Judith Michaelson is a Times staff writer.

At
76, his face is unlined, his cheeks are rosy and the familiar "don't
leave home without it" voice booms off the walls of a conference room.
He still lifts weights, though they're not nearly as heavy as in the
years when he was in high school in Gary, Ind., or working–and playing
basketball for the tournament team–at the local steel mill.

Now
Karl Malden is into a second term as president of the Academy of Motion
Picture Arts and Sciences–a year that promises to be the busiest (and
most expensive) in the Academy's 63-year history. It's just another
notch on a career that counts more than 50 feature films, a dozen TV
movies, a five-year series playing Lt. Mike Stone on "The Streets of
San Francisco"–and all those TV commercials.

On Wednesday, the
academy's Center for Motion Picture Study opens at its new home, the
historic Waterworks Building in Beverly Hills. The nearly $6-million
center will include the Margaret Herrick Library and Academy Film
Archive and will be, according to the academy, the world's premier film
research center. Its statistics are staggering: 5 million still
photographs; clipping files on 60,000 films and 50,000 people; 18,000
books, pamphlets and periodicals; 5,000 scripts and over 12,000 films.

Meanwhile,
Malden is helping to raise a $15-million endowment fund for the center
over three years. With the first year completed, $6.8 million has been
raised.

Last month the academy also reopened its refurbished
movie theaters, and Malden jokes: "Isn't that the way to go down in the
history of the academy? Karl Malden spent all the academy's money? I've
been saying that since I took the presidency."

Also last month,
Malden went into production on "Absolute Strangers," which will air on
CBS this spring. Malden plays the father of Nancy Klein, the Long
Island woman who underwent an abortion in February, 1989, to help her
chances of recovery from a coma after an automobile accident. Klein's
husband Martin, an accountant, fought abortion opponents all the way to
the Supreme Court in order to have the operation performed.

Malden,
who broke into acting as a student at the Goodman Theater drama school
in Chicago, won a best-supporting actor Oscar as Mitch, the aging
bachelor, in "A Streetcar Named Desire" (1951) and an Emmy as Freddy
Kassab, the father on NBC's "Fatal Vision" (1984).

Question: You're an actor's actor. . . .

Answer:
That's the kiss of death, an actor's actor. . . . (It) means the public
doesn't know him or doesn't care about him. You're (supposed to play)
for an audience and not for the other actors and yet I cherish and like
it when the industry thinks I'm an actor's actor. But when you're going
out looking for work, it's a little tough.

Q: With an Oscar, an Emmy and that reputation, why did you want to be academy president?

A:
I never in my life dreamed that I would be president of anything, and
finally when a group got ahold of me and said "We're going to make you
president," I said "You're crazy. I don't know how to run a meeting or
anything." (They) said that doesn't matter. And to be frank there were
two of us nominated. I voted for the other person.

Q: You said in a recent newsletter you "wouldn't mind if the pace slowed down just a bit this year."

A:
It's true; I've never made so many speeches in my life. I've never gone
out and raised money for anything in my life. And now that I'm
president I feel it's my duty.

Q: I take it you see your role as an activist president?

A:
I'm afraid I'm an activist. I'll tell you why: When you commit yourself
to something, you want to see something done, you want to leave
something behind. . . . I didn't start all this. Another president, Bob
Wise, really started it, and Richard Kahn picked it up and yet I saw
that there was an endowment fund committee which had never done
anything for three years. I said, "Let's activate it and get it
started." Bob Rehme took it over, and we're quite proud of the fact
that we've raised quite a bit of money. . . .

Q: Why was a new center needed?

A:
Have you been down on the floor where the library was originally? We
outgrew it. We have two warehouses filled with material we sometimes
can't get to. Now with it all being under one roof, it's going to be
much simpler, much easier to handle, and also we have enough room to go
on for another 20, 25 years.

Q: The Beverly Hills Waterworks
Building opened in 1927–the same year the academy was born. Does that
have special meaning for you?

A: It certainly does. A member of
the Beverly Hills board was Douglas Fairbanks, and he also started the
academy. And if what we hear historically is true, it was he who said
we have to build a plant to purify the water . . . and at the same time
he was president of our board. So that's the connection. An actor did
it all.

Q: How is the endowment campaign going?

A:
(Smiling) Have you gotten a letter from us yet to give us a little
money? . . . We need the endowment to keep that library going for the
rest of its life. If we invest it properly the interest off of that
money will keep that library open so that no one else will have to
worry, and we'll never raise money again. This is a one-time deal.

Q: Who have been the major contributors so far?

A:
Bob Hope–we're naming the lobby of the library after him. He gave us a
million dollars. Bob Wise asked him when he first started and he got
it. And (the) DeMille (Trust) the Reading Room is going to be named
after (Cecil B.) DeMille . . . same amount.

We started the whole
thing wanting to get the industry behind it. The industry is the
studios. We went to the studios and without any hesitation they all
gave the same amount, so they're all behind us. . . . I would rather
not say (how much). Warners, 20th Century Fox, Columbia, Disney–help
me name 'em–Paramount, (MCA) Universal, (MGM-Pathe Communications) all
the studios were right behind us. And then we went to the smaller, what
we call the second-(level) producers and they all contributed. Not as
much. . . And if I may say so with pride, a company that I love very
much, American Express, gave us a good amount. . . .

And then
the next step, we had three wonderful people who under their
stationery–Michael Douglas, (Steven) Spielberg and Meryl Streep–sent
letters out to people we felt were making a good amount of money in
what they're doing, and asking for $50,000. And you'd be surprised how
many have come through. We felt (Douglas and Spielberg) represented
producers and directors. And Michael is an actor, and Meryl an actress.

Q: What's your pitch? What do you say?

A:
"Hello, how are you? What are you doing, where are you going, you got
any money, we need it." No, I'm kidding . . . Being an actor, I deal in
specifics. (Bob) Daly is now head of Warner Bros. and I walked into
Daly's office with Bob Rehme, and Daly's office happens to be Jack
Warner's old office and I was under contract with Warners for nine
years. I was in that office many times, discussing things that I didn't
want to do and that I wanted to do. . . . I started telling (Daly)
things about Warner Bros. he never knew, and I can do that in every
studio . . . it warms 'em up. I was here when Louis B. Mayer was head.
I was here when Zanuck hired me for films on 20th Century Fox when I
used to see Betty Grable walk up and down the lot or John Hodiak or
Tyrone Power, all these people and I was nobody but I saw them.

Q: You had a Broadway career; you weren't nobody.

A:
That's why they hired me. I had a Broadway career for 20 years. I
started making pictures in '48, living in New York and coming out here
for (a few) weeks and then go back. I was star-struck.

Q: Do acting offers keep coming, or are you turning things down or putting them on hold?

A:
I've turned a lot of things down but I think I would have turned them
down even if I hadn't been here. There are some things that I just
don't fit into . . . I'm a square as you probably know; I am .

Q: You've been married for 52 years to the same woman, some people would say. . .

A:
Yes (smiling) that's a square. Especially in this town. And I just find
some things objectionable in films today. . . . Let's take nudity.
Nudity has been in films since the time films began, except it wasn't
as specific and so blatant as it is today. They made you feel if two
people went into a room and closed the door a certain way that
something was going to happen. And when that door opened the next
morning, you knew something happened; that's what I call art. But to
see two people in bed, supposedly, is that art?

Q: Last year we had the summer of blood and guns and guts; what do you think of that movie crop?

A: Well you said it, and the way you said it, that's the way I feel. Summer of blood and guts and stuff.

Q: You're president of the academy, do you ever discuss this with studio heads?

A:
No, that's not my job, and even if I weren't president, I wouldn't do
it. It's people's tastes. You like that color, I like this color. The
only thing is, I just wish there were an equal balance–between what
we're talking about, and what I call art and art form. See I feel the
good writers, Maxwell Anderson, Clifford Odets, Elmer Rice, Robert
Sherwood, Tennessee Williams, these people found a way to say what they
wanted to say . . . in a very beautiful way. There were some terrible
movies at that time too. I just feel that there were more of the kind
of movies that I'm talking about than there are today.

Let's
take the late '40s and the '50s. Listen, I was in a couple of (the
best). I think they were beautiful movies. "Streetcar Named Desire,"
"On the Waterfront." There's a picture that deals with a sexy theme,
Tennessee Williams' "Baby Doll." Remember "Baby Doll"? Today it would
be nothing but then it was banned. We said a lot . . . but never once
was it shown, never once, but you knew what they were talking about.
That's art.

Q: Of all the movies you have done, what role was the closest to you?

A:
I enjoy them all–the next one I'm going to do. . . . The ones I
enjoyed are the ones that I got to meet, when I played a living person
like Father John (Corridan; he struggles with the name) who I stayed
with for 11 days, the priest in "On the Waterfront." Father John
(Father Barry in the movie), who just died about three years ago, was
born and raised in that (Brooklyn) area, a Jesuit priest.

Q: What was he like, this priest?

A:
I'll give you an anecdote. The picture had started and three days later
I was to start work, Father John was there, and I said, "Well tomorrow,
Father John, I'm going to be you. " And he said, "I'm not worried." I
said, "Got any advice?" He said, "Yes. Just don't make me holier than
thou; make me a human being . . . I've seen some of those priest
movies; don't make me that way."

He was a Jesuit priest who
taught law to the longshoremen. And if you remember the picture, the
scene in the hold of the ship, he wrote at least 80% of that speech. A
man came to him and said, "Father John, I can't get a chit to go to
work. Now I haven't gotten a chit in two months." He says, "You go in
there and demand a chit even if you take it out of his hands. Legally
you have that right, you do it." And the man did it, and two days later
(he) was found (dead) in the East River.

Q: And that speech?

A: " 'God is with you no matter where you are.' " That's the essence of it.

Q:
Are you concerned at all about Japanese corporations buying up some of
the major studios– Matsushita buying MCA, Sony and Columbia, JVC and
Largo Entertainment?

A: The only way I can answer that is to say
that I was here when Jack Warner was head of a studio, Louis B. Mayer,
Zanuck, Cohn . . . and I never felt I'd see the day when I say I wished
they were back. The studios today are even different than they were
then. And if the Japanese buy what they're buying, so it'll change
(some more). How they'll change, who knows? Another 10 years somebody
will buy from Sony. It's just changing, and I don't worry about those
things. And I honestly don't think the academy should worry about those
things. (Film) is an art form. We just hope, I just hope that they hold
on to a kind of integrity about filmmaking–keep it at a level where
people will be proud to be a part of this industry.

Q: So who owns doesn't bother you; it's the kind of movies that are being made?

A:
That's right. All over the world they're making films. Some foreign
films are terrific films. It's the kind of films–not who owns the
company. . . .

Q: In 1990, the announcement of "Driving Miss
Daisy" as best picture was not made until 12:30 EST, which missed about
61% of the East Coast audience. . . .

A: Would you put (best film) at the beginning of the show . . . or where would you put it?

Q: At the end, but I'd tighten the show.

A:
Well, now we're going to discuss tightening. Now I've got you (smiles).
You know I always thought until I became president that the show was
supposed to last two hours. No. ABC wants between three hours and 3
hours and 20 minutes. That's what they want. We're putting on that show
for them . . . . Everybody thinks that it's a two-hour show that runs
over an hour–it's a three-hour show.

Q: So why not start the show an hour earlier–at 5 p.m.?

A:
What about the people here? The first hour we give out best supporting
actor and the best supporting actress. Figure it out for me; help me. .
. . Save what for the second hour? . . . Then everything before it
they'll say is junk , we don't have to look at it (raising voice). It's
a problem, a big problem. . . .

Q: Last year the Oscars had the
smallest audience in three years–25.7 million homes, 48% of the
audience. Why do you think that happened?

A: This is my personal
opinion: The show (the year) before didn't help us much (and) I think
this coming year will have a terrific audience because the show last
year was terrific. We had a theme–films are worldwide. And we went
worldwide for the first time.

Q: What was your own Oscar night like? Did you go in a big limo like they do now?

A:
I was here making a film at Warner Bros, one of the contract films. It
was with Cornel Wilde, a French underground picture, I don't know what
it was.

The Oscar night was going to be held at the Pantages
Theatre and I wasn't going to go (but) someone from the office came
down and says, 'You're going to the Oscar show . . . you go to the
wardrobe and get yourself a tuxedo. You're going .' I drove in a rented
Chevy, and when I got (there) I saw those limousines piling up in
front. . . . So I went about a block away and parked the car, and I
walked. I had a coat because in New York you had a coat, a topcoat and
I walked in, nobody knew me and I went down, sat in my seat. I put the
coat down in (the adjacent) seat and the next two people who came in
were Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. So I was in good company. I
knew Bogart slightly because he was on the Warner lot also. . .

I
thought I'll sit here and enjoy the show, never dreaming they'd call my
name. When they (did), like everybody else for a moment you don't know
what to do, and I got up, walked to the aisle and the only thing I
could think of is my coat. What the hell am I going to do with my coat?
Because I knew they took you backstage. So I leaned over to Bogart, I
says, "Will you look after my coat, please?"

He said, "Get up
there, kid, take your Oscar." So I got up. About a half-hour later, I
see Bogart holding an Oscar, and the first thing I said to him is "What
did you do with my coat?" He said in nice words, "Forget your coat,
hold on to the goddamn Oscar ."

::

King Karl

How Malden conquered the worlds of stage and screen.

April 26, 1998

By Charles Champlin, Charles Champlin is the retired arts editor of The Times

Even
now, when the commercials no longer run, strangers who run into Karl
Malden invariably say, "I hope you didn't leave home without it" or
some variation thereon. And a few years ago, going to lunch in Studio
City, Malden found a parking space across Ventura Boulevard from the
restaurant and, seeing no cars in either direction, crossed the street.
A police car sped into view and ticketed him for jaywalking. Curiously
the officer did not ask his name and when Malden examined the ticket,
he discovered it was issued to Mike Stone–the detective he was then
playing on the '70s ABC series "Streets of San Francisco." Malden
cheerfully tore up the ticket.

It is an irony, pleasing but
still ironic, that 21 years of an American Express commercial and five
seasons of the series made Malden more recognizable to more people than
60 years of superior acting in theater and film, with an Academy Award
for "A Streetcar Named Desire" among many other honors, and a
reputation as one of the strongest and most versatile supporting actors
in Hollywood.

His performance as Marlon Brando's beer-drinking,
poker-playing crony in the original stage company of "Streetcar" and
then in the film; his sympathetic priest, again with Brando, in "On the
Waterfront"; his cuckolded husband of Carroll Baker in "Baby Doll"; the
warden in "Birdman of Alcatraz"; Gen. Omar Bradley in "Patton"; and his
work in dozens of other films established him as an Everyman, but one
whose range moved easily up and down the levels of society and the IQ
scale, from heroes to heavies and ordinary, decent guys just trying to
get along.

"I figured I was never going to be a leading man," Malden says, "and it's probably spared me a lot of heartbreak."

With
all the honors he has earned and the treasury of fine work he has put
on film, Malden feels that his monument will be the superb library of
the motion picture academy on La Cienega Boulevard in Beverly Hills.
During his two terms as president of the academy, Malden and Bob Rehme,
head of the Academy Foundation, raised a $12-million endowment to
complete and sustain the library, which was originally built in the
'20s, in the style of an Italian church, bell tower and all, to
disguise the city's water works. The refurbishing was completed in
January 1991.

The largest single gift from outside the industry
was from American Express, and the top-floor conference room at the
library is named for Malden.

No two Hollywood success stories
are alike, and Malden's seems as improbable as any. The Serbs have a
word for it–sudbina, or fate–Malden says in his highly readable new
autobiography, "When Do I Start?" (Simon and Schuster), which he wrote
with his screenwriter daughter, Carla.

Malden's father, Petar
Sekulovich, a Serbian immigrant, arrived at Ellis Island on April 18,
1906, bound for San Francisco. But it was the day of the great San
Francisco earthquake and fire, and his father landed in the Serbian
community in Chicago instead. Malden was born there in 1913 and named
Mladen Sekulovich. He spoke almost no English until the family moved to
Gary, Ind., when he was 5. Starting school was hard, Malden says,
because he not only couldn't spell many of the words, he didn't know
what they meant.

His father drove a milk wagon for 38 years.
When he graduated from horse-drawn wagon to a truck, Sekulovich was
asked which he preferred. "Horse knows route. Truck don't," he said.

But
his father was also a lover of theater and knowledgeable about it. He
staged productions at Serbian patriotic organizations in Gary. Karl and
other teenage boys were usually cast as Turkish brigands with false
mustaches and beards. The elders would play the pashas. It was Malden's
earliest taste of performance.

In high school, Malden began to
be noticed as both an actor and an athlete, and was once briefly
bounced from the basketball team for refusing to miss a performance. He
was let back on the team in time to help win a championship game. He
also played the lead in the high school's senior play, Shaw's "Arms and
the Man."

He was promised an athletic scholarship at Arkansas
College in Batesville, Ark., After hitchhiking to the campus, he lost
the scholarship because he wouldn't play football as well as basketball
and the school couldn't afford one-sport scholarships. (He had broken
his nose twice in sports, and as he says, it was heroic to begin with.)

So
he hitchhiked back to Gary and went to work in a steel mill, where he
spent three years, finally at the open hearth furnaces, which paid $5 a
day, the top pay.

"The furnaces are as near to hell as you can
get," Malden said at lunch recently. "The doors open up and the flames
shoot out. And it looks so glamorous in the movies, with the molten
metal pouring into the molds. Forget it," he said, laughing scornfully,
"it's hell."

He realized at last that acting was his only
possible hope of escaping from hell. He'd saved a little more than $300
in his three years, and, with no introductions or references, went to
the Goodman Theater in Chicago and he said he wanted to be there and to
act.

Doctor Gnesin, a Russian emigre who then ran the school,
evidently knew madness or true grit when he saw it. He told Malden that
if he was willing to gamble on himself and spend his $300 on the
first-term tuition–and if he did well–Gnesin would put him on a full
scholarship for the rest of the two-year program.

Malden,
remembering the furnaces, swallowed hard but took the gamble. He had
enough left to commute to Gary for a while (60 cents each way). When he
missed the last train he slept in the station, then, broke in the
school's basement. Then he was able to share cost-free a hotel room
with a better-heeled fellow actor, Jimmy Russo. At one point, to keep
eating, he stole sandwiches from lunch bags, favoring the excellent
fare carried by Ralph Alswang, later a highly regarded Broadway
designer. When Alswang's mother found out what Malden had been forced
to do, she said, "If I'd known, I'd have packed an extra sandwich."

At
the Goodman, he still had traces of a Slavic accent and underwent
strenuous training to get rid of it. "After a while," he has said,
"there were these clipped British tones coming out of an open hearth
face."

When he finished at the Goodman in 1936, the commercial
theater did not open its arms to welcome him. He was so broke he
couldn't afford $5 for his diploma–and never got it. He went back to
Gary and drove a milk wagon, as his father had. Then an acquaintance
from the Goodman, Robert Ardrey, author of "The Territorial
Imperative," called him to New York where a play of his, "Casey Jones,"
was going to be produced. (Ardrey's sister had studied at the Goodman
and he had seen Malden act.)

In New York Malden bunked in with
Jimmy Russo again, who was seeking his own fortune and making endless
rounds of casting offices. From his milk delivery wages, Malden had a
stash this time of $175, but even at 1936 prices, that would not fund a
long stay in Manhattan. The plans to produce Ardrey's play fell
through; Malden's first call at a casting office produced a "Nothing
for you" in tones of smug indifference.

But Ardrey introduced
Malden to Harold Clurman and Elia Kazan at the then and later famous
Group Theater. There Malden was taken on at a small stipend, studied
with Clurman and was cast in "Golden Boy," which became his Broadway
debut in 1937.

It was Kazan who urged him to change his name.
"It sounds Jewish," Kazan said, "and some of us are Jews, but the Group
isn't a Jewish theater." So Karl rearranged Mladen into Malden and took
his mother's father's first name.

Malden was well reviewed in
his small part in "Golden Boy," but found himself having to head back
to Gary to earn some money that summer. He was back in New York in the
fall. But, as he says in the autobiography, the next years "were a mess
. . . a period of chaos and confusion." He was cast in eight plays,
none of which lasted a month. He married Mona Graham, an actress he met
at the Goodman and they moved so often he has trouble remembering when
they lived where. (They celebrated their 59th anniversary in December.)
For their wedding dinner they found they had 80 cents between them and
went to a Chock Full O' Nuts coffee shop.

His life, he says, was
an endless round of fruitless calls at casting offices. It seemed
possible that he and Mona could go back to the Goodman and teach, and
the idea of a 9-to-5 job, any 9-to-5 job, began to feel seductively
attractive. But in the end the dry period at its most dispiriting
simply confirmed how soul-deep his commitment to acting is. He knew he
couldn't be happy doing anything else.

"Just like the writer
facing the blank page," Malden says, "the actor starts fresh every
single time. It is an arduous, painful and often demoralizing process.
We suffer through those feelings to get to the moment where it all
clicks. But in the meantime we feed on the hope that that moment exists
out there, somewhere."

The early years gave him his enduring
philosophy as an actor: that it was never the money that mattered, it
was the part. "I've always believed there isn't a part I couldn't learn
something from." Malden never played coy or hard to hire. His customary
response is "When do I start?," which, the more Malden and Carla
thought about it, seemed the perfect, apt title.

Three years
after the Broadway debut, he went to Hollywood to make his film debut
in "They Knew What They Wanted." Following his Air Force service (he
appeared in "Winged Victory"), Kazan in 1947 cast Malden in
"Streetcar," which gave his stage and screen career a momentum it has
never lost, although the arc of any actor's career has its share of
blips.

After years of commuting to Hollywood, the Maldens
finally moved west to stay in 1960, and he began the string of
performances that secured his reputation in a range of films as
different as "Gypsy" and John Ford's "Cheyenne Autumn."

Daughter Carla says: "As I learned more about my father's struggles, I began to realize that his is an American dream story."

And
even as Hollywood success stories go, it does seem a long, unlikely
road from an ethnic enclave on the Chicago West Side, where English was
rarely heard, to the stage of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, facing the
cameras and introducing the Oscar show to a billion watchers, as Malden
did in 1990 as president of the motion picture academy.

That
night, waiting in the wings, Malden said he felt as nervous as he had
before his debut in "Golden Boy." He still worried about flubbing a
line in a speech he'd rehearsed a thousand times. But this time, he
said, "I was no longer afraid I didn't belong there."

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, July 1, 1959

July 1, 1959, Comics

Confidential File

Your Court Chances Are Under Scrutiny

Paul CoatesIn case you've ever wondered about a poor man's chances in our courts of justice, read on.

I'm going to quote you a conversation
which took place a few weeks ago in Division 69 of Municipal Court
between Atty. Louis Romero and Municipal Judge George B. Ross.

Romero,
who felt that the fine — $250 or 50 days — imposed on his client
(found guilty by a jury of misdemeanor drunk driving) was excessive,
asked and was denied suspension of part of the sentence.

Now, I quote, in part, from the transcript:

"THE
COURT: . . . We have taken the attitude, all of the judges here now,
and I have finally won them over to my viewpoint that wherever there is
a trial, we are adding on something for the cost of the jury.

"MR. ROMERO: Would that not be in the way of penalizing the attorney?

July 1, 1959, Williams "THE
COURT: No. Most of the judges are doing it and they are doing it in the
Superior Court. We only do it in cases where we think the defendant did
not have a legitimate defense, where he was obviously guilty. The jury
found him guilty here and I think he was guilty. If he has a real
legitimate defense, I wouldn't do it.

"MR. ROMERO: Your Honor, I
know that the court must feel that way about it and, of course, I am
aware of the verdict of the jury. I for one was surprised because I
have never tried on a 502 where I had more witnesses to testify to the
fact that the man was not under the influence of intoxicating beverages. I certainly feel it was a matter of opinion. I even thought perhaps I should make a motion for a new trial…

"THE
COURT: I won't back down from that sentence. That is what I am going to
do in all these cases. There is another one coming up next week and I
am going to do the same thing.

"MR. ROMERO: May I say this, Your
Honor, in the interests of any future cases there may be — I don't
know when I will be coming back to Van Nuys again — but if I should be
faced with this task again, telling the defendant, 'Well, if we have a
jury trial and if you are found guilty, it is going to cost you more'

"THE COURT: That is right.

"MR. ROMERO: Then that would be a deterrent, Your Honor, to justice.

"THE
COURT: Maybe so, but that is what I am doing. That is what the other
judges are doing, and you are going to have to persuade a lot of judges
to change their minds…We are going to do it here and they are going
to do it uptown…

"MR. ROMERO: That is what I suspected all along, but this is the first time in my five years of practice —

"THE COURT: The first time a judge ever told you that?

"MR. ROMERO: To say it.

"THE COURT: I believe in saying what we do. I am not trying to hide behind the bushes at all…

"MR.
ROMERO: But I thought our courts were open to anyone, to the poor as
well as the rich. If I should represent a poor client, I should tell
him, 'You can't have a jury trial because if you are found guilty it is
going to cost you more, and you are too poor.' If I run across a client
that is affluent: 'You can afford a trial and perhaps the jury will
believe your defense, where the court may not,' and it is only a
question of belief, Your Honor, and I would tell my poor client that as
to him, he is entitled to a jury trial, 'But you, you are poor, and you
can't have a jury trial.'

'It Is a Common Practice'

"THE COURT: They have been doing that in the federal court for the last 20 years. It is a common practice…

"MR.
ROMERO:…Just because some people may do it, Your Honor, does not
necessarily make it just or right, and it affronts my sense of justice.

"THE COURT: I don't care to argue it any more…"

Personally,
I question the justice of soaking an individual with extra heavy fines
because he exercised his right to trial by jury. But I also question
Judge Ross' statement that it's a common practice of our courts.

I know too many judges, and know of their dedication to the cause of equal justice, to believe that.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Your Entertainment

July 1, 1909, Theater

July 1, 1909: "Sergeant Kitty" at the Majestic Theater … and baseball at Chutes Park

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Griffith Park Hermit Is War Veteran; Dodger Case May Go to Supreme Court

July 1, 1959, Movie Ads

July 1, 1959: Coming soon, "Porgy and Bess" and "Anatomy of a Murder"

July 1, 1959, David Williams

David Williams became the first African American federal judge west of the Mississippi.

July 1, 1959, Hitchhike

At left, African American Judge David Williams is overruled in dismissing cases against blacks. Williams infuriated Chief Parker by saying that enforcement of gambling laws was biased. At one point, Williams said that if blacks wanted to gamble they should go into white neighborhoods, because the laws weren't enforced there. 

July 1, 1959, Griffith Park Hermit

World War II veteran Dennis Farrell has become the Griffith Park hermit.

July 1, 1959, Hermit

July 1, 1959, Hermit

Farrell was committed to the VA hospital for psychiatric treatment. 

July 1, 1959, Sports The court fight to stop the Dodgers from building a ballpark in Chavez Ravine apparently wasn't over after all.

Louis Kirschbaum asked the Supreme Court to reverse the California
Supreme Court's ruling that effectively started the plans rolling for a
new baseball stadium, The Times covered the story with a short wire
report.

Maybe I missed it, but I would have thought a story on Kirschbaum
and the other principals who tried to block the Dodgers' move would
have made a good story. I never found one–and would love to be proved
wrong if I've missed it.

–Keith Thursby

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L.A. Prepares for Olympic-Size Traffic Nightmare

July 1, 1984, Subway

July 1, 1984: Will subways work in Los Angeles?

"But others say Metro Rail will not be heavily used by poor people because it will not take them where they want to go–to jobs scattered throughout the Los Angeles area," The Times' William Trombley wrote.

"The traffic patterns of low-income blacks and Hispanics are diffused," said George W. Hilton, professor of economics at UCLA. "They are highly auto-dependent and are likely to remain so in the foreseeable future." Hilton also said: "We aren't going to run out of fossil fuels. There's no economic point in finding more than a 20-year supply at one one time. As prices rise, other sources will be found."

July 1, 1984, Subway

Mr. Modular was working on these pages. They look like bento boxes.
July 1, 1984, Subway

Well, of course, the subways work in Los Angeles, but nobody knew it in 1984. Tunneling beneath the city was not without problems, as anyone who recalls the partial collapse of Hollywood Boulevard during construction of the Red Line will remember.

And people with long memories will recall that traffic congestion during the 1984 Olympics was much less than expected.


The 1984 Olympics united Southern California residents over a familiar topic–traffic.

Bob Pool's story focused on concerns in the San Fernando Valley with
the Games starting in less than a month. "We're going to have problems
if 70% of the people going to the Olympics don't take the bus. If 50%
of them go by car, we're going to have total gridlock," David C. Royer,
senior Los Angeles city transportation engineer for the Valley, West
Los Angeles and LAX, told a group of Encino homeowners.

The worries weren't limited to the Valley, of course. Events were
scheduled across the Southland so if you lived somewhere in Southern
California, you were planning for the worst-case scenario. 

Royer said residents should ask their employers for flexible working
hours during the Olympics and people with tickets should start
reserving seats on RTD buses.

–Keith Thursby

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Holy Barbarians — Police Beat Man in Raid on Gay Club

There's a lot of rambling, self-important navel-gazing in "Holy Barbarians" and although these meandering insights are vital to the people in the book, they can be fairly tedious reading.

But there are also rewards. Here's an account of a group of people tending to a gay man who was evidently beaten by the police after a raid on a gay club called the Casbah. In this instance, author Lawrence Lipton's "I Am a Tape Recorder" approach brings us into this tiny converted garage in Venice where several people are nursing Ron Daley. 

Page 120-123, "Holy Barbarians"

Holy Barbarians (Scene: Ron Daley's pad. A made-over garage. Ronny has fitted it out
with redwood panel walls and laid straw mats over the cement floor wall
to wall. Two mattresses on the floor are covered with Japanese fabrics
and strewn with cylindrical and three-cornered cushions of pastel
colors. The bookcases are boards and glass bricks. Two lamps hang from
the ceiling, parchment lantern shades of modern design derived from the
Japanese. The components of the hi-fi are unenclosed. In one corner, a
triangular private shrine holding a single rosebud in an Oriental vase,
over it a rice paper print of the Buddha in contemplation, a Buddha of
Zen simplicity. Partitioned off with bamboo and rice paper screens is a
tiny kitchenette, all the utensils neatly hung on the wall, copperware,
shiny bright, and the dishes set up on the shelves, a spartan kitchen,
clean, monastically clean).

Ronny is lying on the bed,
swathed in bandages. He was brutally beaten up by vice squad officers
during questioning at the police station after a raid on the Casbah, a
gathering place for homosexuals, and is out on bail. Gilda Lewis has moved in to do nursing
duty. She is busy in the kitchen making some broth for Ronny. He is
telling me about the incident. His voice, always low and modulated, is almost a whisper.)

RON: It wasn't like anything I had ever experienced
before, Larry. His eyes were hazel, with little golden flecks in them.
I must have been pretty high at the time and I guess he was, too. But
it wasn't the pot altogether, I'm sure of that. It wasn't physical so
much as it was spiritual, something inside us or outside, out there,
who knows what it is, really? drawing us together. And he was talking.
Art. Music. Philosophy. Poetry. I can't recall what he said, exactly.
It wasn't what he was saying. It was a kind of spiritual presence. I
felt as if I had finally found someone who was like that other dark
side of me, myself, and I was looking at myself as in a mirror. And
discovering myself in ways I had never known before. I'm sure it isn't
a unique experience. Others must have known it — I remember vaguely having read about such a meeting once in was it Shelley? Or something in Gide?

(Gilda comes in with a cup of broth. I help to prop him while she
spoon-feeds him, slowly and very gently. His face is badly cut up under
the bandages. The doctor told me as he was leaving that he might be
badly disfigured for life. After the broth he continues with his story.
So far he has said nothing about the police beating, only about the
young man he met at the Casbah that night and what happened before the
raid.)

RON: There was something in his voice that I
remember. It seemed to be coming from somewhere far out. And I was
enveloped in it, like a palpable thing. Like he was an extension of
myself …  the mystical being … the Other … Narcissus' reflection
in the pool come to life and assuming an existence of its own. And
yet separate and different in some wonderful, mystical way … 
Something I had always dreamed might happen to me….

(He
goes on like this for some time, his voice trails off into silence. He
may be asleep. About the police beating nothing now or at any time
since then, to me or anyone that I know of. Angel Dan Davies is at the
door with Dave Gelden and Rhonda Tower, the chick Angel has been making
it with lately. They take off their sandals and leave them at the door
before entering, as Ron always does. Rhonda has bad news. The prominent
lawyer she knows has refused to take Ron's case.)

RHONDA: You could have knocked
me over with a feather. Like I was sure he'd take the case. He's taken
other cases where there wasn't any money. Liquor cases and labor cases,
things like that. But when I told him how the vice squad goons beat up
Ronny and the homosexual thing man, he just flipped. What kind of a friend was I, trying to drag him into a scene like this!

DAVE:
Like I told you, you were wasting your time going to a cat like that.
He's a square, man, and you don't catch a square sticking his neck out.

RHONDA (to me): Do you know any hip lawyers? (I shake my head and smile) See, you've got to go to a square in a case like this, whether you like it or not. They've got you over a barrel.

GILDA: Even the doctor was afraid to come when I told him what it was, and where it was.

ANGEL: It's
like money. Did you ever try sounding a square for money? He'll take
you to a fancy restaurant and spend ten bucks but you can't sound him
for money to buy food for your wife and kids. They'll buy you drinks in
a bar but sound them for a buck to buy groceries and they'll act like
they're embarrassed they'll hem and haw and Christ! — You'd think
you'd asked them to take their pants off in public or something.

DAVE: That's
what it is, man. Like they can't admit it, even to themselves, that
there's such a thing as real starvation in the world. Or like this
lawyer the cat can't face it, that a couple of cops will beat up on a
cat just because he's a homosexual. They've got to prove it to
themselves and to each other that they're real he-men.

RHONDA: Do you suppose the Civil Liberties Union lawyers might do something?

ANGEL: The
Liberals? The political cats? They're the biggest squares of all when
it comes to sex. Homosexuals yet — wow! We got to find a lawyer who
isn't prominent, or political or social. Some shyster who's mixed up in
the rackets, maybe. He's the only kind that'll have the guts to
mix it up with the cops in a police-beating case. He's beat, in a way,
so he doesn't have to worry what the country club boys or the PTA is
going to say about him. He doesn't have any illusions about justice or
civil rights or the Constitution.

RHONDA: I know a prostitute that works up on the Strip —
 
DAVE: Now you're talkin, Get ahold of this chick and she'll know what to do, who to go to.

ANGEL: Like
when I was on the road and I landed in a town broke, I learned one
thing: never go to the local minister or the rabbi or the social
agencies. All they'll want to know is who you've got back home that
they can ship you back to if somebody back home is willing to wire
them the money. Go to the first whorehouse you can find and talk to the
madam, or to some saloonkeeper in the slum part of town, I remember a
whore in Terre Haute once–

DAVE: They're the original
hipsters the outlaws, the outcasts. The square, like he's got all these
official lies he's got to believe, the schoolbook story and the church
story and all that shit – 

(Ronny stirs a little. Angel
lights a stick of tea and holds it to Ronny's lips to take a drag on.
Ronny smiles and tries to nod his thanks. It hurts.)

DAVE: (looks over at me and shakes his head):
Like I told you, Larry. The squares talk about their religion, their
laws, their justice, their charity, but sooner or later it always turns
out to be the man with a gun on his hip.

The text of the entire book is here in plain text and in pdf format.

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Ocean Park Development

  July 1, 1899, Ocean Park

July 1, 1899: Ocean Park is under development.

July 1, 2009, Google Earth

The same general area as seen from Google Earth. Pier Avenue is on the left side of the image.

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New High Street Wants Prostitutes

July 1, 1889, Red Light District

July 1, 1889: Property owners circulate a petition urging the City Council to put all the prostitutes New High Street.




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Found on EBay — J.W. Robinson’s

J.W. Robinson's, EBay

Here's a bit of early Los Angeles opulence: The restroom at J.W. Robinson's, complete with a well. Purely decorative, I'm sure. Bidding starts at $7.99.
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Matt Weinstock, June 30, 1959

An Arena At Last

Matt Weinstock Suddenly it
seems, after a decade or more of anticipation, Los Angeles has its
sports arena. It didn't come easily. One by one obstacles had to be
knocked down. But obstacles are quickly forgotten when you inspect such
a jewel as this beautiful, modern, postless stadium, which cost $5,950,000 and has a maximum capacity of 22,400.

No
one person can claim credit for such a dream come true, but William H.
Nicholas most merits the distinction. When Bill took over as general
manager of the Coliseum Jan. 1, 1946, he told the Coliseum Commission
that once the huge saucer was on a solid operating basis the goal
should be a major indoor sports arena.

On Jan. 15, 1946, the commission authorized architects and engineers to make preliminary plans, but these were abandoned.

ON JULY 6, 1954, plans were revived. In April, 1957, Welton
Becket was named architect. In 1958, L.E. Dixon was named contractor.
But for a long time there was only an immense hole in the ground and an
immense pile of dirt to remind passers-by that sometime in the future
an arena would rise there. The hole was dug by Guy F. Atkinson Co.,
which paid $23,000 for the dirt. It was used for the Harbor Freeway
fill, saving $200,000 in excavation cost. Construction finally began
April 7, 1958.

Most difficult problem of construction, according to Ray Otti,
project engineer, was spotting two huge cranes used to put the 1,550
tons of steel beams into place. The crane trucks had only a half inch
leeway, and a surveyor's transit was used to locate the crane trucks.

::

SOME PEOPLE
in the entertainment and advertising worlds make a great point about
the tempo of New York being faster than Hollywood's. Not so for an
easterner here briefly on a big exploitation deal. He has an ulcer but
his doctor permits him one drink a day to relax his tension. The other
day he groaned to a friend, "I've only been here four days and I'm
already up to Feb. 22, 1960 in my drinking."

::

NOT EVERYONE can afford to indulge himself with the luxury of indignation but some persons are more impulsive and daring than others.

A
man bought a portable T.V. set recently and connected his radio with
the speaker so he could get stereophonic music. It wouldn't work on a
recent Friday, he complained. He was told a service man would not be
available until Monday. He tinkered with it some more but it still
wouldn't work and on Sunday, in his fury, he dumped the offending set
at the store's front door. Over the week someone stole it and the
resulting hassle is still reverberating. Meanwhile, the thief is
probably building up a bad case of frustration, too.

::

HOW FAST do you read? Normal speed is 200-250 words a minute. But you can train yourself to do better.

Classic
example is Bob Kirsch, Times book editor and author of a best-seller,
"In the Wrong Rain." He reads up to 1,700 words a minute and drinks in
the average novel in less than an hour.

While taking graduate
work at UCLA he was faced with studying a mountain of books in a short
time for a comprehensive exam. He looked into speed reading and got up
to 700 words a minute. He has kept improving. Confidence and practice,
he says, are the most important things.

Most people are verbal readers. He isn't.

"The
reading process isn't merely absorption of symbols on a page," he says.
"It's remembering what you read and letting the impact form in your
mind." He has to. Sometimes he reviews a book days after he has read it.

::

PUBLIC AT LARGE — Harold Mallon says he found this message in a fortune cooky: "You are capable of anything — see a psychiatrist immediately" … Robert O. Atkins overheard a friend in this malaprop: "He looks emancipated but he's just naturally skinny" … So-called patriots are protesting the appearance of Pete Seeger, noted folk singer, in Veterans Memorial Auditorium tomorrow and Pasadena Civic Auditorium Thursday.

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, June 30, 1959

Nobody Has Died Laughing Yet

Watch in Shark Just Sad Joke

Paul CoatesJoe St. Denis, occupation sea captain, swabbed the panic a little thicker and a little wider last week.

Returning
from Catalina Island waters, he reported that he landed a 750-lb. white
killer shark, split open its belly and removed a corroded wrist watch.

No doubt, you read the story. It made all the papers.

A Death Watch

The
mangled watch, which St. Denis later turned over to the Sheriff's Dept.
for study, was checked against the timepieces worn by persons lost at
sea over the last half-dozen years.

A Compton housewife feared
it belonged to her husband, who's been missing since June 4, the date
his small boat disappeared between Catalina and Santa Barbara Island.

X Marks Something

There were other theories, too. Plenty of them.

But forget theories for a moment, and listen to the true story, as related to me by Capt. St. Denis.

I
met the captain, a flashily dressed, jive-talking young man in Newport
Beach's Berkshire Restaurant a couple of nights ago. Or, more
accurately, he met me.

With my wife and kids, I was having dinner when he approached and squatted on his haunches next to my chair.

"I've got a story for you, Dad," he began. "I'll give you the X on it."

Drink Perching

"The X?" I asked him.

"The exclusive, man. Exclusive. You read that bit about the watch in the shark's stomach? I'm the oaf that story was about."

Capt.
St. Denis perched the drink which was traveling with him on the edge of
our table and produced a business card from his pocket.

Allowing me a moment to study it, he picked up his drink again and continued:

"What a mess that caper got me into.

"What
happened," he said, "is I had this charter party out, and it was
laughs, you know? Well, with the shark scare on and everything, we got
this idea.

"I called in to the radio station — it's a station
that I do a weather report on — that we caught a huge shark, cut it
open, and found a man's watch in its stomach." 

The Jolly One

Sea
Capt. St. Denis smiled wryly. "At that time, it sounded very funny.
Trouble is, by the time we got back to the mainland, it had already
been broadcast over the radio — and reporters, wire services,
everybody wanted more dope on it. Man, I had to get me a watch real
fast."

My kids halted their dinner and listened as the
fascinating mariner related how he went from jewelry store to jewelry
store in the Newport-Balboa area, trying to hustle up a cheap, broken
watch.

"Finally, a jeweler gave me some old parts. I smacked
them around a bit, and dipped them in acid to make it look more real,"
St. Denis explained.

"That's the watch," he added, "that the
reporters took the picture of — the one I finally had to turn over to
the sheriffs. Once the story started building, I had to stick to it."

(Roger
Lacy, head of the sheriff's crime lab, confirmed today that the
timepiece had never been in the stomach of a shark. There was no
organic material clinging to it, said Lacy, but there was evidence it
had been tampered with to give an impression of long immersion in salt
water.)

I asked St. Denis if he didn't think it was a pretty grim practical joke.

"Man,
I know it," he answered. "Like, this one woman whose husband's boat has
been missing out there — she must have called me half a dozen times.

"I tried to tell her, 'Lady, you're going the wrong route. That isn't your husband's watch. Forget it, lady.' "

St. Denis sighed. "Everybody's been bugging me. There was no shark. There was no watch. There was nothing. It was just a joke, a gag.

"It sounded," Capt. Joe St. Denis said sadly, "funny at the time."

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Your Mideast Conflict

June 30, 1985, Hostages

June 30, 1985: A stipulation that the U.S. not retaliate ends an agreement that would have freed 39 hostages taken during the hijacking of TWA Flight 847.

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Nuestro Pueblo: The Pico Adobe

June 30, 1939, Nuestro Pueblo, Pico Adobe

June 30, 1939: Nuestro Pueblo visits the Pico Adobe.

May 9. 1889, Pio Pico Lawsuit

May 9, 1889: Pio Pico is back in court.

Feb. 12, 1891, Pio Pico

Feb. 12, 1891: A Times editorial soliciting aid for Pico after his courtroom defeat.

Today's Nuestro Pueblo sent me in search of the story of Pio Pico. One of best things about ProQuest is that I don't need to turn to a  book in which the facts have been diluted, filtered through an author's viewpoint or mangled through shoddy research.  I can go back to the first draft of history.

To be sure, the newspapers have flaws and one must always be alert for them. But even so, the newspaper accounts have an immediacy, authenticity and comprehensiveness that books rarely match.

For that matter, the biases of the original reports constitute their own type of history. Coverage of Pico is rather typical in the attitude that the Spanish of early California were idlers who threw away their fortunes on grand fiestas and that the region would have been nothing but raw land had it not been for the influx of shrewd white businessmen.

 

Sept. 12, 1894, Pio Pico

Sept. 12, 1894, Pio Pico

Sept. 12, 1894: The Times' obituary of Pio Pico, the last Spanish governor of California.

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Street Sweeping — Cut to Save Money — Resumes

June 30, 1899, Street Sweeping

June 30, 1899: The city will resume sweeping streets after a two-month suspension to cut expenses.

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Neighbors Accuse Foster Mother of Beating Boy With Buggy Whip

June 30, 1889, Hard Times in Los Angeles

June 30, 1889: Mrs. Noles is accused of beating a 3-year-old boy with a buggy whip. Nonsense, she says, she doesn't own a buggy whip. She was just correcting the lad, as good parents do … and zanjas are for sleeping.

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Found on EBay — One Magazine

One Magazine, 1953

The inaugural January 1953
issue of One magazine, published in Los Angeles, has been listed on
EBay. One was a historic magazine that dealt with gay issues. It was declared obscene by the Postal Service, resulting in a landmark 1st Amendment ruling. Bidding starts at $9.99.

Update: This item sold for $455.

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Matt Weinstock, June 29, 1959

Those Plastic Bags

Matt Weinstock There are times when public servants feel they aren't getting through to the public they're trying to serve.

Not long ago George M. Uhl,
city health officer, warned of the dangers of permitting children to
play with plastic bags, from which three children in his area have
died. They use them as helmets in playing spaceman. Infants elsewhere
in the nation have been suffocated by plastic coverings on mattress
pads.

In his warning Dr. Uhl said the plastic material apparently set up an electrostatic charge, causing it to cling to the face.

A
housewife phoned a few days later and said she used the bags to store
fruit and vegetables, first scrubbing them out with hot, soapy water.
What she wanted to know was would this kill the dangerous germs from
outer space the health department had warned about.

June 29, 1959, Teens "What was that again?" a startled health man asked.

"You should know!" the irate woman said, "you warned us to watch out for static germs from outer space in plastic bags!"

You can't win them all.

::

AS HE prepared
to depart on a trip for New York a business executive had a violent
quarrel with his wife. So, to let her know she couldn't push him
around, he took out $125,000 in accident insurance at the airport
naming himself as beneficiary and mailed it to her.

::

RESPITE
Gals appear in summer frocks,
The mercury is rising.
Vacation time! Good-by to clocks
And hard-sell advertising.
–JOSEPH P. KRENGEL

::

June 29, 1959, Consumers THE ULTIMATE
ignominy has come to a proud small car owner. He drove into a downtown
hotel parking lot, accepted the receipt from the attendant and went to
his appointment. When he returned to retrieve his tiny Metropolitan he
noticed that the attendant had written opposite "Make of car" the word
"Bug."

::

SANTA MONICANS
may be interested to learn that North Young has traced the origin of a
classic slang expression to the loading dock of the Bay City Mask Co.
HalO'Ween, the firm's president, confided to him recently that one of
his shipping clerks, U. Snow Hooks, had been shouting this expression a
decade before it became popular.

As Hooks was said to clam up
around the idly curious, North borrowed the company's Mask No. 99 and,
posing as a time-study engineer, stationed himself on the loading dock.
Soon some chickens from a neighboring poultry shop flew up onto the
platform and began pecking holes in the cardboard boxes awaiting
shipment. Hooks rushed out and shouted toward the poultry shop, "Keep
your carton-pecking hens out of here!"

::

June 29, 1959, Abby A WHILE BACK Bill Sanella,
Burbank auto dealer, called attention here to the unfairness of the
state sales tax on autos. For instance, suppose you are allowed $2,000
on the car you turn in on a $3,000 car. Only $1,000 cash is involved,
but you must pay sales tax on the full $3,000.

Since, readers
have been pointing out that when the car is resold each new buyer must
pay sales tax on the full purchase price. The refrain: "Where did they
get that name — Board of Equalization?"

::

AT RANDOM — Every time a new Explorer satellite is sent aloft Tom Cracraft has a countdown of his own — only he enumerates them differently: Expenditure III, Expenditure IV, Expenditure V … Helen
Hall, the real estate lady, asked for a compass in a dime store and the
clerk replied, "We have compasses for drawing circles but not for going
places." Fortunately, she was not going anywhere … A man at a
sidewalk stand declined mustard on his hot dog. "Ulcer," he explained.
When the lady handed it to him he said brightly, "As soon as I divorce
her I can have mustard again" … When she doesn't feel up to par a
lady addicted to adult westerns says, "I feel like just another notch
in a killer's gun." 

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, June 29, 1959

 June 29, 1959, Gordo

Confidential File

Kid Racketeers Outdoing Mafia

Paul CoatesI can tell by looking at you that you are a wide-awake member of this community.

When
you read this daily newspaper you don't limit yourself to the dated
happenings of the Paleolithic Age, as reported by Alley Cop. Nor do you
think the open sesame of all knowledge is when you "Ask Andy."

You
are the rare type who — on occasion, at least — turns from the comic
pages to digest the more significant text of the news pages.

And
since you do, you are well aware that Page 1, in recent weeks, has been
devoted to the hue and cry about an alleged fraternity of bocce ball players called the Mafia.

It's
being intensely investigated by congressional committees, state Senate
subcommittees, women's clubs, Sunday supplements and Sam Katzman.

June 29, 1959, Bury I am not unsympathetic to this widespread probing.

 If there is a Mafia, we should know about it at once and do something about it.

What
we do, we make a movie on it starring Julius La Rosa as the nice
Italian kid whose old lady always hoped he would be an opera star, but
he winds up being a torpedo for the mob. However, he goes straight in
the last three scenes and marries Anna Maria Alberghetti, a nice Italian kid.

But look at me. I digress.

What
I started to say is that I don't object to their looking into crime.
Trouble is, they haven't come up with anything conclusive about the
Mafia.

The authorities disagree. Parker says there is one. And Cohen says there isn't one.

 Or, more specifically, there ain't none.

And while they've been haggling, another syndicate has moved in right under their very noses.

It
has come to my attention from a number of sources that a mob made up of
little 11-year-old moppets is working the old Girl Scout cooky racket all over town.

First reports came from South L.A. where citizens began calling in complaints that pre-teen youngsters were knocking at their doors and representing themselves as bona fide Brownies. They announced that they were taking orders for Girl Scout cookies at 50 cents a box.

Collect Money and Lam

They collected in advance, lammed, and you know the rest — no cookies.

The
MO has been pretty well defined. The smallest one in the mob makes the
pitch and affects an appealing lisp. They work a neighborhood dry in
approximately one week and then move to another section.

For example, after South Los Angeles, they were reported in the central district. After that in the vicinity of Melrose
and Virgil. And just yesterday I got a call from a lady in the heart of
Hollywood, saying she and all her neighbors had been taken by the
little tykes.

The situation is really out of hand.

If you
ask me, our law-enforcement agencies should stop debating the existence
of the Mafia and concentrate on bringing these phony Girl Scouts to
justice.

And once we get them, what we do, we make a movie on
it, starring Judy Garland as the nice little kid whose old lady always
hoped she would be an opera star, but…

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Your Mideast Conflict

June 29, 1983, Beirut

June 29, 1983: In Lebanon, rebels trying to displace Yasser Arafat as head of the PLO attack positions held by loyalists in fighting along the Beirut-Damascus highway. Note the byline: J. Michael Kennedy, now of NPR.

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