Found on EBay — LAPD Mug Shot

Ralph Hernandez

June 15, 1908, Wagon

On June 15, 1908, The Times reported the case of "R. Fernandez," who was accused of trying to steal a suitcase from a wagon on Main Street. This mug shot of Ralph Hernandez, arrested in the attempted theft, has been listed on EBay. Bidding starts at $24.99.
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Matt Weinstock, May 27, 1959

May 27, 1959, Justice

Check out this font. How about that G in "judge?"

Police File Trouble

Matt Weinstock A
television station's mishandling of confidential information from
criminal files in the Police Dept.'s record room has complicated the
lives and labors of those hard-working, hard-bitten police reporters.

It
had been common practice for reporters to ask for "the package" on a
person arrested as a suspect in a current case to learn if he had any
prior arrests, what they were and whether he had served time in prison.

Now,
the "beat" reporters can't see such facts because a news agency
provided information from a "package" marked "Confidential" to a TV
station, which then broadcast it.

ONLY SPECIALLY accredited reporters had been allowed to inspect such records of past crimes; suddenly even they were banned.

May 27, 1959, Poison Today,
Chief Parker recommended amendment of the Municipal Code to open the
police records to accredited members of the press, radio and TV.

He
asked the Police Commission to request the city attorney to draft an
amendment which would give him authority to release the records to
newsmen.

::

LAST
Saturday, with 900 guests aboard for a brief cruise, the 17,500-ton
cruiser Toledo, first of its type to be converted to launch guided
missiles, dropped anchor a mile off Avalon.

And while the visitors were served chicken salad, Adm. Goldsborough
S. Patrick dropped a fishing line off the admiral's porch and almost
immediately hauled in a nice flounder, which 10 minutes later was
served to him for lunch. Does it wherever he goes, according to the
scuttlebutt.

::

A GROUP OF Hollywood
writers was discussing the pitfalls of the profession and one old plot
carpenter recalled the time he rewrote a movie script 18 times, which
he believed was a record.

When he wearily turned it in the
producer, a difficult man to please because he never was sure what he
wanted, pronounced, "I liked the first one better."

The writer returned to his office in despair, thinking of all the work that had gone down the drain. Came the reprieve.

"I thought that would happen," his secretary said, "so I saved it." She received the biggest box of candy in the world.

::

THERE IS A general reluctance among auto dealers to talk about sales tax, but Bill Sanella of Burbank doesn't mind. He thinks it's unfair and he says so.

Here's
an example in round figures. You select a $3,000 car. You are allowed
$2,000 on the car you turn in. Actual cost: $1,000. But you must pay
sales tax on $3,000, $120, instead of the tax on $1,000, $40. Why? Ask
the Board of Equalization.

::

A TRUMPET
player in the orchestra at the Bolshoi Ballet sounded a sour note
during a fanfare Saturday and moments later a dancer took a bad fall.
As she bravely picked herself up Em Johnson's wife leaned over and
whispered to him, "It'll be Siberia for those two!"

::

AROUND TOWN —
Someone forgot to remove the yellow "witch hats" — the rubber cones
which provide an extra traffic lane during the rush hours — on Olympic
Blvd. one recent morning and they remained there until around 1 p.m.
with several sensational near misses. Two cars traveling in opposite
directions almost had a beaut of a head-on collision at Catalina. Shows
how dependent we are on even synthetic direction markers in our
headline plunge along life's precarious highway, said he, as the sun
set in the west … Sudden thought: Isn't it amazing how fast people
forget about smog when the air is clear?"

::

MISCELLANY — Tom Manix
asked a neighbor lady what she thought about Proposition 2, referring,
of course, to yesterday's election. She replied, "I haven't heard your
first proposition yet" … JayGurey on the phone: "Wasn't that a terrible thing about Adam and Eve? Never had a childhood"

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, May 27, 1959

May 27, 1959, Toulouse-Lautrec A La Mie

Is that really Toulouse-Lautrec's "A La Mie" balanced on a chair in a publicity photo for Irving Stone, the Mirror's new art crtic? It most certainly is. Luckily, the painting is now in safer hands at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. It's almost as bad as putting Van Gogh's "Portrait of Dr. Gachet" on the pavement for a photo op at LAX–but not quite. I swear, it's amazing anything survived.

Confidential File

The Coates Abound in Antitogetherness

Paul CoatesAccording
to no less an authority than the slick pages of Time magazine, the
entire country has been badly bitten by the boating bug. (And if that
ain't alliteration, you tell me).

This epidemic was brought on
by our nationally weakened condition as a result of a sudden,
compulsive urge for more "togetherness." And the word is out that
nothing clusters a family closer than a boat. The theory interests me,
because my own family is a classic study in "apartness."

I am
the nominal head of a household stocked with rugged individualists. The
only things we share in common are the same surname, the same rood and
fish on Friday. Other than that we veer off in separate directions.

My daughter, Joren,
is currently infatuated with the care and feeling of a saddle horse. My
youngest son, Timmy, raises pigeons in the back yard. My older boy,
Kevin, studies the saxophone and, to my complete dismay, can already
play a chorus of "Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair." Not only can he,
but he does. Interminably.

May 27, 1959, Women In a feeble attempt to draw us
together, I once suggested that my wife and I should take a course in
Spanish and that later the youngsters could study with us. We started.
But halfway through she switched to French, which, once again, leaves
me no one to talk to.

Consequently, in a final, desperate
effort, I allowed myself to be infected by the boat bug. The sickness
is upon me now. The symptoms are delirium, delusions of grandeur and a
general departure from reality.

At first, when the fever struck,
I though of a modest little dinghy. Then I graduated to a sloop. And
finally, within just hours, to a cabin cruiser with a full galley,
bunks and, you should excuse me, a head. As Time points out, "people
step up in boating."

I've stepped up without even stepping
aboard a boat. I'm in the cabin cruiser class already. But all I've
actually invested in anything is a dollar ninety-five for a yachting
cap.

The other evening I came home and gathered the family around me in a symbolic circle.

"I've decided," I announced, "to buy us a boat."

My bride looked ceiling-ward and said nasally: "Sacre bleu!"
Then she turned a withering glance on me, and added: "You're not
mechanically inclined enough to run a boat. You'll drown us all."

I
calmly lit a cigarette and let the smoke drift lazily through my left
nostril. (My right one has a deviated septum.) "You know," I told her.
"It's quite interesting. You must be plagued by a deep, unconscious
feeling of insecurity. And you compensate for it by constantly
deflating my ego."

"If you must talk like that," she snapped, "at least have the decency to do it when the children aren't around."

May 27, 1959, Women I turned my attention to the kids. "We could take week end trips on a boat," I told Timmy.

 "I can't take trips," he replied. "I have to stay home and feed the pigeons."

Won't Rock in Cradle of Deep

"We'll buy one with a foghorn on it," I appealed to Kevin.

"I already have a horn," he said.

"You could learn to water-ski," I suggested to Joren.

"I'm learning to ride side-saddle," she replied.

I looked at my wife. "And you?" I asked with a sigh.

She shrugged and informed me: "La plume de ma tante est sur la table de mon oncle."

"That's just your opinion," Isaid. "I'm still getting a boat for us. And I'll go out in it by myself."

And, I will. There'll be togetherness in my family, even if I have to do it alone.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Grooming Accessories

May 27, 1979, Facial Hair Mitten

May 27, 1979

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Monorail Planned for Downtown Los Angeles!

May 27, 1959, Rock And Roll

"She Was Gone … Real Gone!"

May 27, 1959, Times Cover
Voters reject higher taxes. View this page
May 27, 1959, Beatniks

Beatnik robbers tell victim to "play it cool." Woof, Daddy-o.

May 27, 1959, Monorail

Above, another mass-transit plan that never got off the drawing board.

May 27, 1959, Monorail

May 27, 1959, Hot Rod

All right, you kids, no more chopped and channeled five-window coupes, understand? And no more lowered front ends on your T-buckets! Next, we're going after your Glass Packs.

May 27, 1959, Teen Skating

May 27, 1959, Impotent

Nice headline — does that mean some women aren't upset?

 

May 27, 1959, Pork Chop Hill

May 27, 1959, Suicide

May 27, 1959, Suicide

May 27, 1959, Lynching

Above, FBI agents give the governor of Mississippi the names of about 10 men involved in the lynching of African American truck driver Mack Charles Parker.

May 27, 1959, Bishop Pike on Birth Control

Episcopal Bishop James A. Pike addresses a Planned Parenthood meeting and calls California's laws against birth control unconstitutional.

May 27, 1959, Stalker

May 27, 1959, Times Comics

Pop Fligh helps Dondi get out of a jam. View this page

May 27, 1959, Miss Parkreation

Isn't that awfully close to "Miss Procreation?"

May 27, 1959, Sports

The Dodgers lose to the Giants and Milwaukee beats Pittsburgh in the 13th inning. View this page
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Telephone Bandit Goes on Rampage

May 27, 1939, Telephone Bandit

May 27, 1939: The Telephone Bandit shoots up pay phones to keep victims from reporting holdups.

May 27, 1939, Telephone Bandit
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Woman Attempts Suicide in Los Angeles River

May 27, 1919, Suicide Attempt

May 27, 1919.

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Cooking With the Junior League: That ’70s Show

1974 El Paso Junior League

This week in Cooking With the Junior League, Mary McCoy delves into 1970s recipes from El Paso.

She writes: "Since its publication in 1974, the Junior League of El Paso’s cookbook, Seasoned With Sun
has gone through numerous printings and remains in print today.  And
with good reason.  It’s a terrific source for authentic Mexican and
Southwestern cooking, and full of recipes that reflect the Indian,
Mexican, Spanish, and Anglo influences on regional cuisine." 

Read more>>>

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Found on EBay — Matt Weinstock

Matt Weinstock

Two copies of Matt Weinstock's "My L.A." have been listed on EBay. The book, which Weinstock wrote while he was at the Daily News, is quite like his columns for The Times. One copy is priced at $15 …. and the other is $1.

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Matt Weinstock, May 26, 1959

 May 26, 1959, What's an Intellectual?

"Wha's a Int'llectual?"

Good Samaritan? Nope!

Matt_weinstockdA man who
lives on the sixth floor of a downtown hotel was awakened at 1 a.m. the
other night by what he described as a banshee wail.

He looked
out the window and at first saw nothing unusual. Then he discerned the
figure of an elderly man, lying on his back in the street about 3 ft.
from the curb, moaning in pain.

He phoned police and reported it, guessing the man was the victim of a hit-and-run driver or had suffered a stroke.

WHILE HE WAITED by
the window a big car sped past, braked sharply to a stop about 50 ft.
beyond the man and backed up. The driver, unaware he was being watched,
got out and looked at the suffering oldster for a moment. All at once
the implications of his position must have struck him. If he summoned
help it might be assumed that he had run down the old man. He might be
arrested and have difficulty proving his innocence.

He looked around nervously, got in his car and took off like a jet plane into the night.

::

May 26, 1959, Olive Tunnel A LADY malapropper, a spy reports, is running amok in San Fernando. Recent remarks:

"We're building a condition to our house."

"Next year we're having our 32nd wedding adversity."

"I'm taking the mendication the doctor gave me."

"I don't like to protrude."

"Every time the phone rang my blood pressure ran cold."

And, being a nice woman, she's always offering people "congranulations."

::

May 26, 1959, Mirror Comics TREADMILL

They're tearing up the streets again
With shovels and pickaxes.
This occupation never ends
And neither do our taxes.

-PEARL ROWE

::

A MAN WHO didn't think he deserved the citation he received for making an illegal left turn at Airport Blvd. and La Tijera Rd. thought he would get an opportunity to tell what he considered mitigating circumstances to the judge.

He
didn't and after he paid his fine he suggested to a court attache that
it would be a good idea to have printed some folders giving traffic-law
violators some instructions on court procedure and the alternatives.

The court attache misunderstood his intent and said, "We don't do that because it encourages people to make use of the court."

::

ONLY IN PHILLY — George Garrigues
submitted an article to the Saturday Evening Post. He didn't sell it
but he received a rather classic rejection letter. It stated, "We are
sorry that coffee was inadvertently spilled on your pages. Enclosed are
fresh copies." Yep, they copied his rejected manuscript.

::

May 26, 1959, Abby ED LEUIN of San Berdoo
is always bewildered by the endless variety of breakfast cereals in
supermarkets and he wonders if a certain manufacturer has ever
considered one with dates. It might be called, he suggests slyly, Post
Dated Chex.

::

AT RANDOM — Everything's
going to be all right, folks. I have just received an 18-in. bamboo
Korean peace pipe from Seoul — to remind me about the movie "Pork Chop
Hill" … Recommended readings: Myron Roberts' "Sermon on the Mound" in
L.A. magazine, a scorch on the Dodgers in Chavez Ravine, written as a
Biblical parable … You can't fool those kids. Jane, 13, anticipating
the denouncement of a TV drama, exclaimed, "Oh oh, they're playing that
getting-into-trouble music" … Sudden overdue thought: A typographical
posy to the men who do the landscaping on freeway terraces, even if it
is heavy on fast growing Algerian ivy and ice plant … Anent the
running feud between TV performers and critics, Art Linkletter told of the trade paper reviewer who gave a fearless, uncompromising, unequivocal critique of a SigAlert bulletin.

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, May 26, 1959

May 26, 1959, UCLA Faculty Center

At UCLA's new faculty center, there are three lounges for men — and two for women.

Confidential File

Drinking Can Become Overly Free and Easy

Paul_coatesI
know that this will come as a shock to my many fine-feathered drinking
companions but I'm forming an alliance with the Women's Christian
Temperance Union.

It'll be a brief one, I suppose.

In the first place, the girls from WCTU and I just don't have enough in common to make it a lengthy affair.

Secondly,
I'm a slightly built boy, and carrying heavy placards denouncing Devil
Drink wouldn't do me any good in the sacroiliac.

But if they're willing to overlook my rather notorious past and take me in for a while, I'd like to be on their side.

It's
about a matter currently being kicked around in Sacramento. A matter
called SB 1093 — a Senate bill which is advertised as a piece of
legislation to remove the 1 to 1 1/2-mile liquor sale ban around
universities and state colleges.

May 27, 1959, Ex-Convict The WCTU had its
representatives in the state capital spouting gloomy warnings that
passage of 1093 would destroy the right of parents "to send their
children to schools without cocktails."

But last week, with
amazing efficiency, the upper house shot the bill through. Now, it
appears that it'll get the same speedy ride in the Assembly.

And now, after checking a little more deeply into the proposal, I'm beginning to wonder why.

If the bill were merely to decide the questions, "Should students walk or ride to the nearest pub?" I'd say let them walk.

But the law which our solons suddenly want to wipe off the books decided a lot more than that.

It
included in its ban certain types of institutions and hospitals where
it would be dangerous, or at least, ill-advised, to have bars and
liquor stores at the premises' gates.

Among those currently protected is the Veterans Administration facility at Sawtelle, which houses nearly 6,000 men.

Col. Robert Brigham, manager of the facility, pointed out to me yesterday that Sawtelle "is a hospital, not a jail."

There
are hundreds of old men there whose medical progress could be badly
hurt if beer joints and bars and liquor stores were strategically
spotted around its perimeter.

Property owners in Westwood Villiage and Brentwood,
near UCLA, have fought for years to keep their areas free from cheap
taverns and bars. By state law, this area would be opened up. So would
the areas around SC,Pepperdine and dozens of other schools.

If
I were naive, I'd be amazed at why our elected representatives were so
anxious to enact legislation which hinders more than helps the welfare
of the people.

Locales for Beelzebub's Broth

The only persons who'll gain are those who jump
in and grab off the choice locations for bars or liquor stores. I'm
aware that some of the individuals who've been lobbying the bill
through have the best intentions of putting up nice cocktail bars in
restaurants or hotels.

According to the bill, the Alcoholic
Beverage Control Board will have the authority to refuse applications,
more or less arbitrarily, within the immediate vicinity of colleges and
institutions.

Under the present ABC administration, this might be fine. But the new law will be on the books for a long time.

I guess our solons figure there'll be no more Bill Bonellis around in the future.

I wish I could be that certain.

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Voices — Sonia Sotomayor

Judge Finds Humility in Journey From Housing Projects to Bench


* Success: Sonia Sotomayor–recently appointed to the federal Court of
Appeals–credits her childhood environment for giving her a 'more
complex understanding of human nature.'

January 3, 1999

By LARRY NEUMEISTER, ASSOCIATED PRESS

NEW YORK
— Though it's sometimes painful to look back on her childhood in the
South Bronx housing projects–the drab kitchen, the drug dealers
lurking in stairwells–Judge Sonia Sotomayor finds much to treasure on
her long path to the nation's second-highest court.

"Your
childhood environment shapes your perceptions, your character, your
sense of values," says Sotomayor, who was appointed to the 2nd U.S.
Circuit Court of Appeals in October.

"To the extent that I lived
in an environment wrought with poverty and the mixture of responses to
it, I had perhaps a much more complex understanding of human nature."

Her
appointment to the appeals court in New York came after an 18-month
delay in the congressional approval process–the latest obstacle for a
woman used to persevering.

She says it was laughter that helped
her survive a childhood in the project buildings and helped her deal
with juvenile diabetes, for which she has taken insulin shots since age
8.

To the public, the 44-year-old judge is best known for a
spring day in 1995 when she presided over a hearing that resurrected
baseball from the ashes of its crippling strike.

But her own
mind goes back to a different day of decision: when she signed her
first judgment of conviction, alone in her office sending a drug
offender to prison.

"That emotion will never leave me–humility,
a deep, deep sense of humility," she says. "And a deep, deep sense of,
'There but for the grace of God could I have gone and many that I have
loved.' "

Finding Inspiration on 'Perry Mason'

As a child
in the projects– where she found she could avoid most danger simply by
staying out of the stairwells–she buried herself in Nancy Drew books
and spent hours watching "Perry Mason" on television, forming a passion
for the law. "I'm a real product of the media age," she says.

She
first dreamed of becoming a detective, like the heroine of the novels
she read, but her diabetes ruled out a physical career.

One
"Perry Mason" episode, ending with the camera fixed on the judge,
helped shape her career goal before she was 10. "I realized that the
judge was the most important player in that room," she says.

The
judge, who has a round face and hair the color of her black judicial
robe, speaks bluntly, with flashes of emotion alternating with
introspection.

Her parents were born in Puerto Rico, and her
father, a tool-and-die maker, died when she was 9. Her mother, a nurse,
always kept a pot of rice and beans on the stove. Sotomayor and her
brother, who became a doctor, had plenty of hungry friends.

Their mother was strict about homework and courtesy and encouraged them to make their own choices.

"Education
for her was paramount," the judge recalls. "When the encyclopedia
salesman came to the door, we were the only kids in the neighborhood
who got the encyclopedias."

As drugs became an increasing menace
in the Bronx projects, her family moved away, though the old
neighborhood has stayed with her.

"There were working poor in
the projects. There were poor poor in the projects. There were sick
poor in the projects. There were addicts and nonaddicts and all sorts
of people, every one of them with problems, and each group with a
different response, different methods of survival, different reactions
to the adversity they were facing," she says. "And you saw kids making
choices."

Her choice was to study hard. She graduated summa cum
laude from Princeton, then became an editor of the Yale Law Journal at
Yale Law School. She then joined the Manhattan district attorney's
office and the board of the Puerto Rican Legal Defense and Education
Fund.

After five years as a prosecutor, she joined the Midtown
law firm of Pavia & Harcourt with the understanding that she would
broaden her experience with commercial litigation and then return to
public service. She was there eight years.

Eclectic Tastes, an Intense Mien

In 1992 she was appointed a federal district judge.

Among
her rulings, she advanced 1st Amendment religious claims by overturning
a state prison rule banning members of a religious sect from wearing
colored beads that had spiritual meaning, and by striking down a law
preventing the display of a 9-foot-high menorah in a town park in White
Plains.

In 1995, she released the suicide note of former White
House aide Vincent Foster, acting on litigation brought by the Wall
Street Journal under the Freedom of Information Act.

With her appointment to the 2nd Circuit, Sotomayor joins a longtime friend, Judge Jose A. Cabranes, who met her at Yale.

"She
was then and she is now sparkling bright and aggressive in the pursuit
of knowledge," Cabranes says. "She was unusually self-confident for a
law student. She was never one to be overwhelmed, as so many of us were
in the first year of law school."

Her newest judicial role
removes her from the raw emotions she saw between litigants, leaving
her to weigh lawyers' quarrels over sometimes arcane legal points.
Nonetheless, she notes, "the papers that are submitted on appeal are
not voiceless."

In a self-analysis reluctantly given, Sotomayor
calls herself "extraordinarily intense" but "very fun-loving." Her
intensity can intimidate people, as it did the paralegal who broke out
in hives each time she faced her.

"It takes people a little bit of time to realize that I'm not forbidding," she says.

Her
tastes range from ballet to baseball, from the Four Seasons to the hot
dog stand on the corner. "I have beer and champagne tastes," she says,
smiling.

The champagne remained on ice for 18 months while her
nomination to the appeals court languished, reportedly because of
concerns by Republicans that she might someday be considered for the
Supreme Court.

Sen. Patrick Leahy, a member of the Senate
Judiciary Committee, told the Senate on Oct. 2 that Sotomayor's rulings
"followed the law" and "there is no basis for a charge that she is or
will be a judicial activist." The vote that day went in her favor,
68-28.

Remaining Mum on Ambitions for Future

Says
Sotomayor now: "I don't think anybody looked at me as a woman or as a
Hispanic and said, 'We're not going to appoint her because of those
characteristics.' Clearly that's not what occurred.

"But I do
believe there are gender and ethnic stereotypes that propel people to
assumptions about what they expected me to be," she continues.

Speaking
like the jurist she is, she says the discussion was a good thing: "So
long as people of goodwill are participating in the process and
attempting to be balanced in their approach, then the system will
remain healthy."

Sotomayor will not say whether she wants to be
on the Supreme Court. The 2nd Circuit is what she applied for, she
says, and where she wants to be.

In November, when she was sworn
in, she hugged and kissed each member of the appeals court and told the
story of her immigrant mother's struggle to give her children a better
life. Her mother sat proudly, wiping tears.

 
 

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Star Wars Decor

May 26, 1978, Star Wars

May 26, 1978
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Girl, 9, Killed in Los Feliz

May 26, 1909, Ben Elliott

May 26, 1909: Ben Elliott is taken into custody in the rape and murder of 9-year-old Anna Poltera/Polera on Los Feliz Road.

May 21, 1909, Anna Poltera

May 26, 1909, Ben Elliott

May 26, 1909, Ben Elliott

Amateur detectives hinder investigation!

Sept. 4, 1909, Unsolved Killings

A Sept. 4, 1921, feature on unsolved killings refers to the LAPD's "homicide book," now known as the "murder book."

Jan. 11, 1901: John Slade.
Nov. 19, 1901: Wilcox murders.
April 23, 1903: George Mills.
May 17, 1909: Anna Poltera.
June 25, 1913: Charles E. Pendell.
March 26, 1920: Ruby Reed.
Dec. 14, 1920: Fay Sudow.
Feb. 25, 1921: Leo Greenbaum.

Sept. 4, 1921, Unsolved Killings

Sept. 4, 1921, Unsolved Killings

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Nuestro Pueblo: Pumpkin Church

May 26, 1939, Nuestro Pueblo

Below, Strangler Lewis vs. Toots Mondt at the Philharmonic, Aug. 14, 1924. Notice the byline: Braven Dyer, who retired from The Times in 1964 and died in 1983 at the age of 83.

Aug. 14, 1924, Strangler Lewis

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Found on EBay — Angel City in Turmoil

Angel City in Turmoil

A copy of Guy Finney's "Angel City in Turmoil" has been listed on EBay. (Note, the artwork at left is from my copy of the book, not the one listed for sale). "Angel City" is one of those self-published "tell-all" books about Los Angeles corruption like "Billion-Dollar Blackjack" and "Thicker 'n' Thieves" and has received more attention in recent years. I have a copy, but I've never read it (though I plan to) so I can't comment on how reliable it is. 

The book is listed as Buy It Now at $43.60.

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Matt Weinstock

May 25, 1959, Buddy Buddy

"You'll Never Know How Sorry I Am."

Missile Nonsense

Matt_weinstockdDon Dwiggins, this paper's aviation editor, has ferreted out a deep, dark Air Force secret — the planning behind Project Musmusculus.

One day, apropos of nothing, a Pentagon general asked his secretary, "Say, why don't we put a mouse into orbit?"

"Why not?" she said cautiously.

Suddenly inspired, he called Canaveral. "We're too busy trying to get a few things off the ground," was the reply. "Try Vandenberg."

At Vandenberg they were too busy trying to get a few things into the ground. "Try Randolph," they said.

The general called Randolph AFB and asked, "Got any mice down there we can put into orbit?"

"Must be something wrong with this phone," Randolph said. "I thought you said mice."

May 25, 1959, Negro SO THEY GOT some
mice which had never been higher than a church steeply and gave them IQ
tests and aptitude tests and analogy tests. All but seven eventually
flunked out and these were fed special diets of space cheese, checked
for subversive traits and briefed on escape and evasion in the event
they came down inside Russia. Then they were shipped to a big missile
base, put inside a nose cone and the countdown began.

The general, teeth clenched nervously on a cold cigar butt, glanced at his watch, then at the clock on the wall.

As
the clock struck 1 the general snapped to attention and saluted the
brave mice. Suddenly the smart mice got the picture and scampered down
and out of the missile. As they took off into the sunset they said,
"Hickorydickory dock to you, Dad!"

::

PEOPLE WHO DRINK too much can be awful nuisances. On the other hand they sometimes come up with unforgettably picturesque prose.

There
was the fellow who woke up with a terrible hangover, looked around, and
realized he'd spent the night on a sofa in a pal's apartment. When he
groaned the pal asked, "What's the matter?"

"I got the woo-wows," he said shakily.

"Is that bad?"

"Bad? Listen, if you ever get the woo-wows and the wonderlies together you're a goner!"

::

IT WAS NO USE trying to stop North Young from telling the harrowing tale of his dear friend Odessa Ittybit Moore, prominent socialite and gourmet.

Odessa had stuffed a large haddock with spiced Syrian bumblebees and was baking it at her Malibu beach house.
Peering into the oven, Odessa was horrified to find the fish splitting
from end to end and bumblebees rolling out onto the baking sheet.
Somehow she got most of the stuffing back in, but when she saw that
toothpicks were not going to be strong enough to hold the big fish
together she dashed to the phone and dialed what she believed was her
butcher shop.

Unfortunately, in her excitement, she had dialed a
pharmacy and when a man answered she cried, "What's the best skewer for
a splitting haddock?"

"Aspirin," the druggist replied, and poor, hungry, frustrated Odessa gave up and opened a can of California sardines.

::

May 25, 1959, Abby MR. GERTER

The 'h' sound not being in their language, the Russians call Secretary of State Herler "Mr. Gerter." — News item.

Gellow to Mr. Gerter, Ge's
Inspired this gunk of verse.
Ge should be very Gappy that
The Russ don't call gim worse.

-RICHARD ARMOUR

::

AT RANDOM — Tony
Curtis, who suffered a split Achilles' tendon, received this telegram
from Kirk Douglas, who appears with him in the film "Spartacus":
"You're a fine Roman gladiator, splitting a Greek tendon!"

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File

May 25, 1959, Strip Convention

Confidential File

Careful, Doctor, With That 'Trash'

Paul_coatesDoctor, we've met before.

Under slightly strained circumstances, if you'll remember.

I called you into my consultation room to tell you how to run your business. That was more than three years ago.

I
tried to be tactful. But, I'll admit, a reporter's telling a doctor
what's best for the health and safety of the public is a breach of
professional etiquette in itself.

That's like a doctor telling a reporter how to cover a story. Bad manners.

My complaint — as you may recall — was that you were becoming absent-minded. Careless. Just plain negligent.

You
had gone to the post office to pick up your mail. And in it were a
bunch of little packages — the "free-sample" kind that pharmaceutical
houses are continually flooding you with.

May 25, 1959, Lynching They were drugs, doctor. Each packet bore the warning: "Caution: Federal law prohibits dispensing without prescription."

Yet
you dispensed them without prescription — right into the post office
trash can, where anyone with no knowledge of medicine could reach in
and lift them out.

And that's what happened. Fortunately, the
person who removed them was a responsible adult. She turned them over
to the authorities.

At the time, I noted that many of the pills were very attractive and colorful — not dissimilar in size and shape to candy.

And I asked you: "What would happen if a curious child noticed these samples in a trash can and decided to try a few of them?"

Now,
because one of your colleagues had the same mental lapse that you
suffered, doctor, I'm going to have to answer my own questions.

A
few days ago an 8-year-old boy was walking around his neighborhood
passing out "candy" to his friends. Prescription drug "candy."

 Some
of it resembled M&M drops, some, wrapped in cellophane paper,
looked like the soda-pop tablets that so many kids are buying these
days.

The 8-year-old walked up to a 2 1/2-years old boy on a tricycle, oped his box of multicolored pills, and offered: "Want some?"

The little boy stuck his hand into the box.

But the little boy's father happened to be in the front yard at the time.

"No candy now," he told his on. "It's too close to lunch time."

Then, for a reason the man still can't explain, he just happened to walk over to the bigger boy and glance into the box.

Today, he's a thankful man that he did.

In addition to the drugs, there were more than a dozen hypodermic needles.

The man began asking questions and, without hesitation, the boy led him to his source of supply.

Behind Doctor's Office

Yes,
doctor, it was a trash barrel. In an alley that all the kids in the
neighborhood used to go to the store. The trash barrel was directly
behind a doctor's office.

The parent, still a bit shaken, confiscated the box and called the police.

Two
officers came and fished some more hypo needles and syringes out of the
trash. But they informed the nervous mothers in the neighborhood that
— to their knowledge — there was no law to prevent a doctor from
tossing his medicines and used needles into the reach of small children.

I'm aware that most doctors are exceedingly careful in how they dispose of their unwanted drugs and hypodermic equipment.

But let's face it, doctor. All it takes is one little lapse of memory by one doctor to invite a tragedy.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept: Polio

May 25, 1959, Polio

May 25, 1959

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Secretary of State Dies; Dodgers Lose

May 25, 1959, I've Been Thinking of Doing Some Writing

"I've Been Thinking of Doing Some Writing!"

May 25, 1959, Optimism

May 25, 1959, Norman Chandler

The Times seems to have gone to one of Dale Carnegie's programs and been reading Norman Vincent Peale on positive thinking. At left, we have a sermon by the Rev. Richard J. Sneed, and an editorial, above, by Norman Chandler.

"An improved airport, a great zoo, a union station, a superior baseball park, a sports arena, the redevelopment of Bunker Hill, a music center to become the core of music programs for all of Southern California, the freeways that will give us mobility, a rapid-transit system to knit our key centers together, the aqueducts that we must have — all the great components that we either have built or are preparing to build for all of Southern California — these are worth the kind of united effort that has changed our semi-desert into an amazing civilization within the short span of 100 years," Chandler says.

May 25, 1959, Cover

Above, Secretary of State John Foster Dulles dies after a long siege with cancer. The Times devoted many pages to Dulles, which I have decided not to post. If you're really interested, e-mail me and I'll send them to you.  View this page

May 25, 1959, Editorial Cartoon

May 25, 1959, 1885 Fears
Above, what America feared in 1885! View this page

May 25, 1959, Menace of World Government

Fear and paranoia are on every page of The Times…

May 25, 1959, Blue Angel

The original "Blue Angel" "has not been seen by almost anybody under 45," says Edward Dmytryk, who is directing a remake. 

May 25, 1959, TV

More Westerns coming in the fall: 25 shows running 16 1/2 hours of prime time programming per week. But there's more, Cecil Smith says.  

May 25, 1959, Asbestos

Why paint your house when you can spray it with asbestos?

May 25, 1959, Nixon Poll

May 25, 1959, Nixon
At left, Vice President Nixon leads New York Gov. Nelson Rockefeller as a potential Republican nominee for president, while  Sen. John F. Kennedy and Adlai Stevenson are closely matched for the Democratic candidate.  Above, a new biography on Nixon says Thomas Dewey urged him to abandon the 1952 race shortly before he gave the famous "Checkers" speech. View this page
 

May 25, 1959, KABC

May 25, 1959, Lummis

May 25, 1959, Officer Shooting

May 25, 1959, Comics
"Nancy" vs. "Ferd'nand" death match continues. View this page

May 25, 1959, Sports The Dodgers were battling the Milwaukee Braves for first place but were talking like a second-division team.

Buzzie Bavasi was considering bringing up some of the team's minor
league talent. "I don't hold out any hope of acquiring any top-flight
talent from another club," Bavasi told The Times' Frank Finch. "There
simply isn't any available unless you want to throw in a house and lot."

The Dodgers had plenty of ready players waiting for a chance, including Spokane shortstop Maury Wills and Frank Howard, described as "the slugging terror of the Texas League." Both of course made significant impacts in Los Angeles.

Finch called Howard a third baseman, which I assume is a typo but an
interesting one. Listed at 6-7, Howard might have been easy to bunt on
at third but I doubt you'd be able to line one over him.

–Keith Thursby

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