Travis Edmonson, 1932 – 2009


Feb. 15, 1984, Travis Edmonson

Feb. 15, 1984: Edmonson gave this performance after nearly dying from an aneurysm in 1982.
Oct. 19, 1958, Travis Edmonson

Oct. 19, 1958: Bud and Travis sing about the Valley!

By Valerie J. Nelson

May 12, 2009

Travis Edmonson, a singer-songwriter who as part of the duo Bud & Travis influenced other folk musicians and helped expand the audience for Spanish-language songs, has died. He was 76.

Edmonson, who had Parkinson's disease and other illnesses, died
Saturday at a hospital in Mesa, Ariz., said Mike Bartlett, a family
spokesman.

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Matt Weinstock — May 13, 1959

Auto Gremlins

Matt_weinstockdA man drove into the Max Barish agency, 444 S La Brea, last week and complained about a rattle in the trunk of his car.

A mechanic, Virgil Helner, crawled into the big, deep recess to locate it, first pocketing both keys to the trunk as a precautionary measure.

The owner disappeared for a while, returned, slammed the trunk shut and drove off.

A short time later George Kusunoki, in charge of the get-ready department, asked Rudy Resnik
of the service department, "Where's Virgil?" Rudy said the last he'd
seen him he'd been in the trunk of the car with the rattle. The car, of
course, was gone.

Ten minutes later the customer returned and
said angrily, "You got the rattle out all right but now there's the
darnedest banging noise back there."

They broke it to him that
the banging noise was Virgil. Furthermore Virgil had the keys to the
trunk and they had the darnedest time getting him out through the seats.

::

May 13, 1959, Paul Popenoe AS THE DOOR of the Sears store in Compton swung open last Saturday morning and George Schlenz
entered, he heard the finish of this countdown: "5-4-3-2-1! The store
is now officially open for business!" For a moment George thought the
place was about to blast off.

::

PROGRESS?

We harness rivers, create power,
Play with time to gain an hour.
Split the atom, probe in space,
Yet can't bring peace to the human race.

– G.C. McHOSE

::

A CUSTOMER in her nursery on W. 3rd Street was asked by Mrs. Thomas D. Pitts, the owner, how his wife had liked the Cymbidium he'd bought a few days before for their 13th wedding anniversary.

The
man said she'd been delighted. "It had 13 blossoms," he said, "and when
she counted them she said, 'Now wasn't that thoughtful.' "

::

AFTER HIS SWEEP
of nine Emmy awards Fred Astaire received a call from his friend
Maynard Smith of SC who said it was too bad he hadn't gotten a 10th.

May 13, 1959, Mirror Comics "What would I do with 10?" Fred asked.

"For the man who has everything," was the reply, "they'd make an elegant set of tenpins in a bowling alley."

::

 THINGS BEING what they are, it was inevitable that I should interview J. Farrington Barrington Arrington, the sage of Bunker Hill, about what the future may hold for him.

When
the hill is redeveloped, was he going to be nice about it, I asked, or
was he going to have to be carried, kicking and screaming, out of the
old place where he lives, as was done over in O'Malleyville?

"I have gone into rehearsal for this big moment," he confided, "and all I can say at this time is that Arrington's last stand will make Custer's last stand at the Little Big Horn June 25, 1876, look like a dance around the maypole."

::

May 13, 1959, Abby LAUREL CANYON
residents are talking about the perhaps unwittingly gay exit of Dick
Sharpe, the gourmet and expert on fine food. Reporting on a medical
checkup, he wrote in his Canyon Crier April 30, "I am in no position to
tell of the merits of the hospital cuisine. But the service was fine.
So were the sedatives." He died last Saturday of cancer.

::

AROUND TOWN
— Elizabeth Duncan, an inmate of Corona prison, whiles away much of
her time with jigsaw puzzles. Her son Frank took her a batch when he
visited her Sunday. Incidentally, Sue Lipowitz , Lady Bountiful to the
needy, who drove him there, makes this point: In a day when many
children have no respect for decent parents it's refreshing to find one
who stood by a mother who wasn't … The single record, "Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb," with Edd Byrnes, has sold 500,000 copies in five weeks. Crazy, man, crazy… Sudden thought: Remember when hot dogs were longer than the buns?
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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, May 13, 1959

Confidential File 

At Last, Some Kindly Words for Scarface

Paul_coatesTo look at prosperous stockbroker Benny Rubin today, you wouldn't suspect that he has a past.

But he does.

He used to be a comic. In fact, if you go back far enough, a burlesque comic.

It
was more years ago than the dapper, polished stock merchant would like
to admit. But, catch him along about sundown, with a cold Martini
within arm's reach, and he's likely to become as sentimental about his
yesterdays as Sophie Tucker gets over hers.

As a matter of fact,
it was a little after sundown when Benny was pointing his finger at me
across a white tablecloth at Villa Capri.

"Now you saw how they handled Al Capone in the movie," he was saying, "and in that 'Untouchables' show on TV."

"No," I told him. "I didn't see."

May 13, 1959, Cover "Well," he answered, "I hope you don't judge Capone by the way those Hollywood writers portrayed him.

"As I remember him, back in Chicago," he continued hastily, "that man had no trace of an Italian accent whatsoever.

"Understand, I'm not trying to gild a rotten lily, Capone would say 'tousant' for 'thousand,' 'witcha' for 'with you,' and 'ovahder' for 'over there.'

"But," he added indignantly, "it was Jimmy Colosimo and Johnny Torrio who had the Italian accents."

I shook my head. "These Hollywood writers," I said. "The next thing you know they'll -"

"And
another thing," Benny continued, "Capone never yelled at anyone. He'd
chew his cigar to shreds and get red in the face, but he didn't yell.

"Or
do you think he'd really be caught at a ringside table with people
sitting behind his back? He'd sit at a ringside table, but his back
would be against a wall.

"Capone," Rubin went on, "could recite
names of judges, congressmen and senators, with their addresses,
private phone numbers and cash disbursements.

 "He did all his own bookkeeping in his head. He could tell you to the nickel what everyone owed him for alky, bottles, labels, protection."

May 13, 1959, Arechigas "Benny," I said, "you must have known Al pretty well."

In cautious thought, Benny rubbed his chin.

"I
met him through a friend in 1919," he started again. "I was the top
banana — the principal comic — in the Follies at the Hay Market
Theater.

"No personal billing, understand. The only billing on the three sides of the marque outside said, 'Max Spiegel Presents the Social Follies.'

"Anyway,
after I'd been playing there a while, my friend picked me up at the
theater and took me out to dinner one night. Capone — or Al Brown, as
he was called then — was in the party.

As You Say, Mr. Capone

"During the course of the dinner, Sammy, my friend, asked me:

"'If you're the star of the show, Benny, how come your name's not in lights and who the hell is Max Spiegel?'

"I explained that Spiegel was the producer and that he didn't consider that my name meant anything at the box office.

"A little after that, Capone left the table to make a phone call.

"And
Paul, so help me," Benny said, leaning into me, "when I got back to the
theater my name — and my name alone — was plastered all over the
three sides of the marquee."

Benny sighed. "A guy who was that keen a judge of talent couldn't have been all bad, could he, Paul?" he asked.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: What to Wear for Donating Blood

May 13, 1943, Ads

May 13, 1943

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End of Watch — Jack Horrall, 1926 – 2009

Oct. 17, 1930, Jack Horrall

Oct. 17, 1930: Jack Horrall, 4, is the police mascot.

Retired LAPD Officer Jack Horrall, the son of former Police Chief Clemence C.B. Horrall, died Monday at the age of 82.

The family says: Jack had a truly illustrious life.  He served in the Navy during WWII and after discharge he joined the Army Reserves.

He joined the LAPD in l947 and was assigned for 16 years to the
Organized Crime Intelligence Unit, retiring after 27 years of service. 
Jack then went to Sacramento, where he was part of the security force
for the attorney general and later appointed military liaison to
Gov. George Deukmejian, where he served for six years.  He left with the rank
of colonel.  He retired in 1989 to pursue fishing, golf, tennis, water
skiing, cross-country skiing and snow-mobiling.  He just received his
50-year Masonic membership award and served as president of the Shrine
Patrol in 1973.  He was accepted into the Jesters in 2002 and was
president of his class.
 
So, in view of this extraordinary life of accomplishment, please
raise your glass to the man who loved a good party at 5:13 pm and toast
Jack's successful and fulfilling life.  "Let's have one on the house."

There will be no services.

   

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31 Die When Plane Explodes in Midair, May 13, 1959

May 13, 1959, House on Haunted Hill

Emergo was a fake skeleton hanging from a wire that was pulled out into the audience. My little hometown theater didn't have it, alas.
May 13, 1959, Times Cover There's no shortage of interesting items today. A Capital Airlines  plane en route from New York to Atlanta explodes east of Baltimore, killing all 31 people on board. Another Capital Airlines plane goes off the runway in Charleston, W.Va., killing two people and hospitalizing six.

Elizabeth Taylor and Eddie Fisher get married in Las Vegas .. Fred Astaire wants to give back his Emmy award … and two youths are wounded in an ambush while walking along the streetcar tracks near 8315 Maie Ave. in Firestone. The two wounded youths were members of the Peewees, who had reportedly been looking for a fight with the Quarters Gang.

May 13, 1959, Crash

"I ran to the back door and saw three pieces of the airplane coming down. All of them were on fire."

May 13, 1959, Crash

A passenger praises a stewardess for pushing him from the burning aircraft. She says: "I honestly don't remember."

May 13, 1959, Nixon

The Times' Robert T. Hartmann looks for lasting changes from Richard Nixon's 1958 trip to South America.

May 13, 1959, Nixon

"Probably the quickest reforms following the Nixon trip were made by the U.S. Information Agency…. The USIA stepped up its efforts to reach the influential new middle class.

May 13, 1959, Kellogg


Leola Buck Kellogg, who joined the California bar in 1919.

May 13, 1959, Arechigas

The Arechiga family's battle over Chavez Ravine moves to federal court.

May 13, 1959, Arechigas

The city's claim to the property will be attacked in the proposed federal suit on the grounds that at the time title to the Arechiga property was obtained by condemnation the city no longer planned to use the property for a public housing project.

 May 13, 1959, Editorial on Chavez Ravine and the Arechigas

"Sympathy for the Arechiga family of Chavez Ravine comes easily and universally and that is one of the reasons we're glad we're Americans. The family will be taken care of, we may be sure, with the same unquestioning generosity that is bestowed on the victims of unheralded calamity."

"But when the Arechicgas are securely resettled, there will be something left of the case that is not so candid as the eviction which an easy-going government had put off for at least six years. What is the motive of the agitators who have been trying for nearly a week to make martyrs of the Arechiga family?
 

May 13, 1959, Librascope

What the well-dressed IT administator is wearing for 1959. Note the Librascope LGP-30, which had 113 vacuum tubes and 1,450 diodes.

May 13, 1959, Comics

Al Capp continues to decorate his panels with extraneous Ozark babes.

May 13, 1959, Sports

Braven Dyer's got another nickname: whistleball. Make that pro whistleball.

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Cars Drive Themselves on Miracle Freeways of the Future!

May 13, 1959, Miracle Car
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Found on EBay — Earl Carroll’s

Earl Carroll Menu This menu from Earl Carroll's nightclub has been listed on EBay. Isn't the artwork great?  Bidding starts at $22.
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Matt Weinstock — May 12, 1959

Moment of Decision

Matt_weinstockdA man who lives on Wetherly Drive phones for a cab and when it arrived the driver helped load his suitcases aboard. In so doing the cabby, recently out of a hospital, strained himself and suffered an injury, later diagnosed as a broken blood vessel in his temple.

The
fare, in a hurry to catch a train, was faced with a decision. He could
summon help for the stricken driver and probably miss his train or he
could do what he did — phone the taxi company and say, "Send me
another cab; your driver got sick here."

The dispatcher sent another cab and also, being aware of the driver's condition, an ambulance.

The questions arises — should the fare have played the Samaritan and stood by until help arrived for the cabby, a man he'd never seen before, or carry on as he did? A very disturbing question.

::


May 12, 1959, Wages

1959: Women with a college degree can get jobs as an airline stewardess, home economist or secretary. ($300 is $2,192.19 USD 2008)


THE FUTILITY
of man's — or in this case, woman's — war with the machine was
demonstrated again the other day in Santa Monica. A lady was driving
carefully in the right lane when a truck pulled out from the curb
directly in front of her.

She braked and swerved in time to
avoid contact but to express her disapproval of such recklessness she
cut sharply in front of the truck deliberately missing it by inches.
And then she saw there was no driver. The truck had rolled, unattended,
onto the highway.

::

THOUGHT WHILE WAITING

They've skipped one little detail
In the rapid transit fuss:
Nothing can travel faster
Than a not-in-service bus.

-HARRY SHEARER

::

THE QUIET
old folks who live near the upper level of Angels Flight at 3rd and
Olive are not easy to surprise but they got a good one yesterday.

A
bunch of maniacs showed up at noon and stood on the launching platform
and sipped champagne, munched barbecued ribs and rode up and down on
one of the two cars, commandeered for the lunch hour.

Not only
that, photographers kept shooting pictures of some joker named Jim
Hawthorne as he stood on the west end of the ascending and descending
car like a touring politician. For the occasion a sign had been placed
on it, "Save Angels Flight." What had the natives nudging each other
was the tuxedo Hawthorne was wearing. This is strictly sport-shirt
territory.

It seems, Hawthorne, who has a show on KTTV, had some
time to spare yesterday and decided to save Angels Flight whether it
needed saving or not. No one is certain. The owners, L. B. Moreland and
his wife, who were present, attended the recent hearings on the
proposed redevelopment project and there was no mention of the
one-block railway's future. Neither was it included in the bright new
plans for the hill after it is leveled and the architects start fresh.

Odd
thing about yesterday's proceedings was that hardly any of the
gentlemen busily saving Angels Flight had ever ridden on it before.

::

May 12, 1959, Abby AROUND TOWN
— A young mother of two small daughters is relieved that Mother's Day
is over for another year. They bought and insisted she apply blue
fingernail polish … Del Mar, as horse players know is "where the turf
meets the surf." Art Petsch Jr. reports that a home-towner referred
proudly to El Segundo as the place "where the sewer meets the sea" …
Harry Oliver, the desert rat, has two new dogs — Dot, which has no
tail, and Comma, which has a tiny one … A girl in Vancouver, Wash.,
wrote the UCLA library for information about a former student, one Jack
London, who became a pretty good writer. She will doubtless be sorry to
learn he dropped out of school in 1897 without leaving a forwarding
address. And it was Cal, not UCLA … Gene Hackley reports this sign on a window screen store on Lankershim Blvd. "Hang Yourself; 20% Discount."

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, May 12, 1959

Confidential File

Chavez Has Become a State of Mind

Paul_coatesBe quiet, all of you.

Stop that frantic whispering. Calm down.

I'm not going to begin until I have your complete, undivided attention.

There, that's better.

The subject of my travelogue lecture today is "With Rod and Gun Through Chavez Ravine."

And don't move for the exits.

Just because I've never been there doesn't mean that I'm not an authority.

Let's face it. We're all authorities.

And
besides, every absolute, positive fact with which I'm going to
enlighten you is based on indisputable, carefully researched and
documented hearsay.

The truth of the matter is, there're some folks in that gully who some other folks wish were someplace else.

Those are just my surface observations.

I go deeper.

May 12, 1959, Mirror Cover, Liz and Eddie But before I do, I want to make one point clear:

I'm for those families who refuse to be budged.

I
take this stand partly because I believe that the people are honestly
and genuinely fighting against what they believe is injustice.

And partly because I don't like to be spattered with tomatoes by emotional strangers.

However, before I sign any petition, I'd like to review a few of the facts:

The Arechiga
family, on whom nearly all of the Chavez Ravine publicity has centered,
had its property legally condemned half a dozen years ago. The family
was told to leave then. Since 1953, a check for $10,050 (the
condemnation price of the property) has been waiting for them.

But the Arechigas didn't leave — and as a result, they've been living rent-free and tax-free on the property ever since.

The amount saved by them adds up to quite a bit.

But there's another matter to be considered.

The property was condemned to make way for a public housing project, which never materialized.

May 12, 1959, Liz and Eddie Therefore,
legally and morally, should the city be obliged to return all
properties seized to their original owners? Or to those owners who
still want to buy their properties back?

Legally, apparently not.

But morally, I wonder.

Obviously,
the city felt it had no moral obligation. And the city's stand was
endorsed by its citizenry, which voted in favor of the Dodger contract
on a very tense day last June.

The question as to who's right and who's wrong, I'm afraid, is a moot one.

I'm just sorry that some people in Chavez Ravine got the boot so ungracefully.

I'm
even sorrier for them if the "principles" which made them martyrs
weren't 100% their own. If some other parties gave them a bum steer or
two.

O Weep Ye for O'Malley

May 12, 1959, Mirror Comics I'm sorry for the
sheriff's deputies who were given the very dirty job of bodily removing
the reluctant families. It's too bad that the officials who botched up
matters in the first place weren't ordered to put on their old clothes
and do the evicting themselves.

And while I'm sympathizing, I suppose I ought to say a kind word about poor Walter O'Malley.

When
he was at the bartering table with our city fathers, he was assured
that the city and the people standing between him and Chavez Ravine
would iron out their differences peacefully and amiably.

Now, through no fault of his own, he's the most despised landlord since Squire Cribbs tried to kick out poor old Missus Wilson.*

* A reference to "The Drunkard" — a melodrama that was performed for decades in Los Angeles.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept. : Your Health, 1940

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Chavez Ravine Revisited

May 9, 1959, Chavez RavinePhotograph by George R. Fry Jr. / Los Angeles Times

May 8, 1959: Councilman Edward R. Roybal meets with the Arechiga family at Curtis Street and Malvina Avenue, where they camped out in their fight against being evicted from Chavez Ravine.

Sept. 18, 1959, Chavez Ravine

Photograph by Harry Chase / Los Angeles Times

Sept. 16, 1959: Groundbreaking for Dodger Stadium.

Eric Avila is an associate professor of Chicano studies, history and urban planning at UCLA. His book, “Popular Culture in the Age of White Flight,” deals in part with the Dodgers’ decision to move to Los Angeles and the construction of Dodger Stadium in Chavez Ravine. He answered questions about the Dodgers and Chavez Ravine in an e-mail interview with Keith Thursby.

Aug. 9, 1950, Chavez Ravine 1. How did you start studying Chavez Ravine and the Dodgers’ move?

I realized that Dodger Stadium was another component of this new suburban culture that was taking shape in L.A. during the postwar period. Along with shopping malls, television, theme parks, movies, Dodger Stadium emerged as one of the new cultural institutions that defined the identity of Los Angeles during the 1950s. Thus, I saw the need to include it in my book.

2. There’s a wonderful passage in your book from a former Chavez Ravine resident describing life there before many of the residents were moved out for a housing project that never happened: “There were dances in the churchyard. Pageants held in the streets. Weddings in which the whole community joyously participated.” Reading The Times’ coverage in 1958-59 provides no idea what the community was like at that point. Can you describe life for the remaining residents. How many people were still fighting the Dodgers’ planned move?

Jan. 9, 1952, Chavez Ravine

Photograph by Hackley / Los Angeles Mirror-News

Jan. 9, 1952: Homes being cleared from Chavez Ravine.


It’s not surprising to me that the Times didn’t cover the conditions of community life in the Chavez Ravine during the 1950s, except to emphasize that the ravine was a worthless piece of land — a “junkyard,” I think it called that neighborhood — in need of redevelopment. But it’s important to remember that by the time the Dodgers had agreed to move to Los Angeles, most of the residents of the ravine had already moved out, based on an earlier promise from the city that public housing was going to be built in the area. I can only speculate on their disappointment when they learned that the project was canceled, fueled by the later discovery that the city was going to subsidize O’Malley’s bid to build a stadium on the site.  And that was the crux of the opposition to the “Sweetheart deal” between O’Malley and City Hall: that the city reneged on its promise to build housing for poor people because government-subsidized housing was “socialistic,” then turned around and subsidized (Walter) O’Malley’s bid to build a stadium in the area (I spell out the terms of that deal in my book).  Many Angelenos saw that as pure hypocrisy (and it very much reminds me of current accusations of “socialism” in the U.S.).

3. How would you describe the role of The Times?

The Los Angeles Times wholeheartedly endorsed the plan to build a stadium in Chavez Ravine, and mocked the plight of the Arechiga family as staged theatrics. Over and over again, the LAT emphasized the imperative to build Dodger Stadium in the ravine — this was after it denounced public housing as a “socialist scheme” — and it played upon local fears that if the public did not approve the construction of Dodger Stadium, that the Dodgers would pack up and go back to New York. Basically, The Times initially played upon local Cold War anxieties to defeat the proposal to build public housing in the ravine, and then became the biggest cheerleader for bringing the Dodgers to Chavez Ravine.

4. The campaign for the stadium included the passage of Proposition B, which approved the Dodgers’ deal with the city. How did the city leaders approach that campaign and what did you think of the tactics that were used?

The city and The Times used scare tactics to the effect of “if you don’t vote for Proposition B, then the Dodgers will leave L.A. and find another city more willing to accommodate their interests.” No evidence of this, of course, but that’s how The Times advocated its side of the controversy. What many people don’t realize is that Proposition B passed by a narrow margin: Many people did not approve of the deal between the city and the Dodgers, as they felt that the city was giving away too much to bring the Dodgers to L.A. In other words, the Dodgers arrived amidst a great deal of controversy and by no means was there any kind of consensus about their arrival in Southern California.

5. You linked the building of Dodger Stadium to the development of high culture in neighboring Bunker Hill. Can you explain the connection?

May 23, 1960, Chavez RavineAs far as I can tell, the Times — historically a major proprietor of downtown real estate and business — was invested in boosting the centrality of downtown, especially in light of the rapid suburbanization that was occurring in the larger urban region.  Thus, both the Music Center and the stadium were central to downtown revitalization — one would attract wealthy elites and the other would attract middle and working class consumers.  It was all about their geographic proximity to the downtown core.

6. We’re approaching the anniversary of the Arechiga family evictions. What were the longer-term implications of those evictions, which many people outside Los Angeles saw on television?

The long-term reverberations of the evictions left a residue of bitterness among many local Mexican Americans, who remember a much longer history of displacement and dispossession in California and the U.S. West.  For many of these people, the televised spectacle of this Mexican family being forcibly evicted from their homes resonated within a larger historical context of the American conquest of Mexico and the subordination of Mexican Americans within a new political, economic and racial order.

7. How did the Dodgers’ move to Los Angeles fit in the cultural changes happening in the region in the late ’50s and early ’60s?

This essentially is what my book is about, so I can’t recite the entire argument for you here, but basically, Dodger Stadium was another component of a new suburban culture that took shape in Southern California that catered to white middle class suburban consumers who sought safe, convenient and controlled cultural experiences that were removed from the historic diversity and perceived dangers of the city.  Disneyland, shopping malls, freeways were all part of this new suburban culture.  True, Dodger Stadium was in the heart of the city, but it was a self-contained island of sports entertainment (defined at the time as “wholesome family entertainment”), lodged upon a hilltop ravine, insulated by a massive parking lot and easily accessed by the new freeways.

May 2, 1964, Chavez Ravine

Photograph by Steve Fontanini / Los Angeles Times

May 2, 1964: A large crowd packs into Dodger Stadium for a Sunday afternoon game. It looks like every parking spot is taken.


8. Let’s talk about another scenario. What do you think the Dodgers would have done if they were somehow not able to play in Chavez Ravine? What might have become of the area and the people still living there? And would the Dodgers playing somewhere other than Chavez Ravine been better for the region in the long run?

Before Walter O’Malley announced his decision to move his team to L.A., he quietly purchased some 11 acres of land in South-Central L.A. which included, I believe, an old baseball diamond known as Wrigley Field.  Initially, there was some speculation that O’Malley would build his stadium there.  And in fact, the African American community–loyal fans of Jackie Robinson and the Dodgers — expressed its great hope that the Dodgers would settle somewhere in the vicinity of South-Central L.A.  The city, however, boosted by the cheerleading of the L.A. Times, proposed what was essentially a gift of the Chavez Ravine (since it had already been cleared initially for a defunct public housing project) to O’Malley, which O’Malley accepted in exchange for the 11 acres in South-Central, much to the chagrin of the black community.  The huge irony of course is that now there is some talk about moving the Dodgers out of the ravine somewhere closer to downtown to build one those retro ballparks that are in fashion now, which likely could have been Wrigley Field in South-Central LA. All the makings were there, but instead the city and The Times opted for the Chavez Ravine.  As for the community that occupied the ravine prior to its clearance for public housing, I suppose it may very well have become gentrified in the way that Echo Park has become in recent years.  Imagine a craftsman home in the heart of Elysian Park!

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Nuestro Pueblo

May 12, 1939, Nuestro Pueblo
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On Location: Farrah Fawcett, 1976

oct. 17, 1976, Farrah Fawcett Majors in Cougar Commercial

Oct. 17, 1976: Farrah Fawcett-Majors makes a commercial for Mercury Cougars.

Oct. 17, 1976, Farrah Fawcett Films Cougar Commercial

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Found on EBay — Bullock’s Wilshire

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This dazzling outfit from Bullock's Wilshire has been listed on EBay. I can only imagine the impression it made at the time. Bidding starts at $175.

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Matt Weinstock — May 11, 1959

Memorable Mentor

Matt_weinstockdWhat,
would you say, is the quality that makes students remember one teacher
and not another? Severity? Encouragement? Guidance? Ability to inspire?
Whatever it is, Frances M. Hov, Belmont High School journalism teacher has it.

The
word went out that she will retire in June after 47 years of teaching,
and her former students and friends have rallied and will honor her at
a dinner May 23 at City College. There's also a Holiday-for-Hov movement afoot to send her to her parents' home town in Norway.

MISS HOV'S FIRST teaching assignment was in a one-room schoolhouse near Hatton,
N.D., in 1912, when she was 18. She also did the janitor work, which
included stoking a pot-bellied stove with coal. She received $45 a
month.

May 11, 1959, Stag Party She came to Los Angeles in 1914 and graduated from State Normal in 1916. She taught at Cucamonga, Van Nuys, Hoover Street, West Jefferson, Cienega and Micheltorena Elementary Schools and in 1926 began teaching journalism at Metropolitan High.

From
1931 to 1944 she taught journalism at Poly High, moved to L.A. High for
a term and then went to Belmont, where she has been 15 years.

Her students have included humorist Mort Sahl, TV commentator Cleve Hermann, publicist John Astengo and, among others, downtown newsmen Dave Gershon and Eddie Louie.

Her secret is really not a secret. In a busy life, she has always found time to help others.

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ONLY IN L.A.
— A man convicted of a felony in Superior Court came over to the
deputy D.A., who has a hearing deficiency, after the verdict and
snarled, "What do you do at night — take off your hearing aid so you
can't hear you conscience?"

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SNEAKY STUFF

Freedom of the Press day has lust been celebrated in Moscow — News item.

They do have freedom of the press.
You needn't look askance.
Else how would Russian diplomats
Gets creases in their pants?

–RICHARD ARMOUR

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May 11, 1959, Mirror Comics ONE MOONLIGHT night North Young's good friend Tess Pilate, Malibu aviatrix, was flying her helicopter with her husband Coe and his psychiatrist, Dr. Ed Schrinker, as passengers.

Skimming low over Thousand Oaks, the plane's engine suddenly sputtered and died and Tess had no alternative but to crashland in the lion enclosure of the jungle compound.

The
three were in no real danger, for the plane's cabin was undamaged by
the impact, but the roaring of the disturbed beasts was terrific and Coe Pilate, who'd been badly frightened during his formative years by Bert Lahr in "The Wizard of Oz," slumped over in a faint.

Tess, noting his complexion had became strangely mottled, cried, "Oh, Dr. Schrinker! What are those terrible black blotches?"

"Nothing to worry about," the psychiatrist consoled. "They're just part of the roar shock, Tess."

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May 11, 1959, Abby EVERY NOW and then this corner reactivates the file titled Most Provocative Opening Sentences of Short Stories.

This
time a reader, Robert Nathan, thinks he has the champion of them all.
The original author is unknown but Fredric Brown, the science fiction
writer, used it in a short story titled "Knock."

The opening sentence: "The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door."

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MISCELLANY
— Grace Morris is in revolt against the policy of some supermarkets
which ask customers not only to unload their own carts but to separate
the taxable from the non-taxable items. However, the market people say
this is done to save customers from paying twice on the same item,
thereby saving them a penny here and there … Two working men were
moaning about inflation and taxes and one said, "Here's how things are
with me — I couldn't make a down payment on a hamburger!" … On a
note of despair: So now it's foreverness.

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Paul V. Coates — Confidential File, May 11, 1959

Confidential File

An Old Man, Much in Love With Love

Paul_coatesI went out to cover a funny story over the weekend, but I'm not laughing.

By all rules of journalism, I should be. And I should be making you laugh.

Because when you look at the story objectively, it is funny.

Very, very funny.

But
the trouble with me is — I guess — I just can't look at it
objectively any more. I know the people involved a little too well.

Francis Van Wie, age 72, is one of them.

He's better known as the Ding Dong Daddy of the D Car Line.

I drove up to the Sheriff's Honor Farm at Castaic,
where he was back in prison for violating his parole, to interview him
— to get the inside story of a man who's credited with wooing, winning
and casting aside a dozen and a half wives.

May 11, 1959, Mirror Cover And too often taking them on in bunches. Marrying again, without benefit of divorce.

I was after sort of a "confession of an aging Don Juan."

But what I got is a bit too well acquainted with a sad, unwilling clown.

Francis Van Wie is a tired and confused old man. He's a crybaby. He cries a lot.

Partly,
I suspect, because he's aware that he's the butt of a bad joke.
Everybody in town is laughing. But they're not laughing with him, he
knows. They're laughing at him.

And partly — maybe mostly —
the tears are because he failed. What he wanted most from life — the
love and dependence of a woman — he never got.

Years ago, he
told me, he thought he had it — until she walked out on him to try the
love of another man. That apparently triggered Van Wie's erratic behavior.

Wearily,
he denied that that was 18 wives ago. "Ten, maybe. But not 18," he
said. But not then, or ever in our conversation, did the infantile old
man indicate that he grasped the fact that his bigamist marriages were
legally and morally wrong.

May 11, 1959, Mixed Race Rubbing his fat, fleshy hands
together, he talked frequently about 81-year-old Minnie, his latest
bride, and how he should be with her, how she needed him.

"I
don't know how long they're going to keep me here," he told me. "I'm
not sure what the judge said. When he sentenced me, the batteries in my
hearing aid weren't working.

"If you could," he added, "call Minnie. Find out if I'm still married to her. I hope they don't take Minnie away from me."

When I got back to town, I did call Minnie. And she told me that as far as she was concerned, Francis Van Wie was still very much her husband.

"I wouldn't want no better man around than Frank was," she said. "I wish they'd let him come home."

Minnie
talked proudly of how she met "Frank" in a Los Angeles bus depot, and
how, when everybody else was pushing and shoving, he stopped and helped
her with her bags.

"We got to talking and he asked to come up — by to see me. He kept his word."

Seemed the Thing to Do

After a brief engagement, Frank and Minnie were married last Aug. 21.

"He's a wonderful man," Minnie went on. "Kindhearted. No bad habits. When I felt bad, he took over the work around the house.

"The man's a Christian," she said.

Minnie told me that until the police picked her husband up two weeks ago, she know nothing of his past.

"Will you want to talk to him about it when you get together again?" I asked.

"When I get my man back," she answered, "we'll be too busy thinking about the future to be worrying about the past."

I'm no sentimentalist, but that's the way I'd like to see this story end.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.

May 11, 1937, Human Brain Unlocked

May 11, 1937

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Forgotten Voices and Songs of Old Los Angeles

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Photographs courtesy of the Southwest Museum

Rosendo Uruchurtu (he was Basque, in case you're wondering) demonstrates recording an Edison cylinder, June 5, 1904.

Charles F. Lummis and his son Jordan, 1911 The forgotten voices and neglected songs of old California live at the Southwest Museum in several hundred small, round containers that look like nothing more than miniature oatmeal boxes. Each container holds a minute or two of the past on an Edison cylinder, the earliest known field recordings of Spanish-language music made by an individual rather than a record company.

Each generation has tried to draw interest to these recordings since museum founder Charles F. Lummis made them, mostly between 1904 and 1906, but the projects have never realized their potential, largely because of the technical challenges of re-recording about 400 old, primitive cylinders, and the labor and expense of transcribing, translating and publishing so many songs.

Now, nearly 70 years after Times columnist Ed Ainsworth asked: "Why couldn't somebody get out successfully a book of old Spanish folk songs from the Lummis record collection?" samples from the cylinders will be put on display in "Sounds From the Circle," which will be on exhibit at the Southwest Museum from May 9 through July 5.

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Feb. 27, 1904, Lummis Plays His Cylinders The cylinder project is a telling portrait of its maker: Charles Fletcher Lummis, who became the first city editor of The Times after filing regular dispatches for the paper as he trekked from Ohio to California in 1884-85. (Gen. Harrison Gray Otis met him at Mission San Gabriel and they finished the final miles to downtown together). A former Harvard student, Lummis was one of those larger-than-life 19th century scholar-adventurers who approached each project as if he were climbing Mt. Everest.
 
Lummis had previously collected Spanish songs during his travels in the Southwest in the late 1880s, which he described in an 1892 article in Cosmopolitan magazine. (He was evidently unable to write music as Henry Holden Huss transcribed the tunes as Lummis whistled them).

He resumed collecting songs in late 1903 after acquiring an Edison machine, a windup device that made recordings using a large acoustic horn that channeled sound to a vibrating needle that etched grooves into a rotating wax cylinder.

 In addition to recording hundreds of Native American songs, which must remain a footnote in this story, Lummis began recording Spanish-language songs performed by friends or employees in Los Angeles. He often featured them in his lectures and became friends with American composer Arthur Farwell , who made piano-vocal arrangements of many of the tunes, a small fraction of which were published in 1923 in "Spanish Songs of Old California."

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After Lummis' death in 1928, the cylinders received sporadic interest and were re-recorded on aluminum discs, reel-to-reel tapes and cassettes, which made the songs more accessible, but introduced another layer of noise and distortion with every generation. And the years were unkind to the cylinders: Some broke and the pieces were carefully saved in the original boxes. Others became severely worn through repeated playing.

But although the collection languished in the following decades, it never entirely faded away. In 1940, several songs were revived for the dedication of the restored Palomares Adobe in Pomona. Times columnist Ed Ainsworth wrote:

"One of the most extraordinary features of the dedication … was the singing of songs which in some cases had not been heard at the old place for 75 years … Mrs. Bess Adams Garner went to the Southwest Museum and got the words and music made by the late Charles F.Lummis. 'Que Juro Bien,' the American equivalent being 'A Faithful Pledge' and 'El Sueno' 'The Dream' were among those brought back to life."

 In the late 1980s, TV host Huell Howser featured the cylinders in one of his programs, drawing the interest of musicologist John Koegel, who wrote about the collection for his dissertation at Claremont Graduate University. At roughly the same time, several members of the California Antique Phonograph Society began helping to restore the broken cylinders and re-recording the collection, a fascinating tale in its own right. Volunteers are still at work digitally recording the songs directly from the cylinders and enhancing the audio.

In his continuing research to prepare the songs for publication, Koegel, an associate professor music at Cal State Fullerton, researched the lives of the performers and even contacted their descendants, another story that must remain a footnote here. 

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April 13, 1940, Ed Ainsworth on the Lummis Collection

Song: "Adios Amores"
Song "Blanca Paloma"
Song: "La Zorita"

Song: "Tin Lady" (This sounds like a test recording).

Interview with Kim Walters, director of the Braun Research Library, on the Lummis cylinders.


The largest questions about the collection are also the most complex ones: What do these songs — which were old and fading away 100 years ago — tell us about Los Angeles in the mid- to late 19th century? And what do they reveal about Lummis?

According to Koegel, Lummis was trying to capture a romanticized view of California that never actually existed. These are songs that would been sung in the parlor for formal or semi-formal entertainment. Many of them are about love.Koegel says that Lummis recorded only one corrido and interrupted the singer, evidently because the song was too coarse and working-class.

As Koegel wrote: "Like many English speakers in the Hispanic Southwest at the end of the 19th century, Lummis espoused a romantic view of 'Spanish' culture and society which was not completely based in historical reality. Though almost all of his Spanish-speaking informants were Mexican Americans from middle- or working-class backgrounds, Lummis idealized them and the music they recorded for him as representative of Spanish rather than Mexican culture."

We may be frustrated that Lummis sifted out the less refined music and that he wasn't more comprehensive in collecting songs. Still, we must be thankful for what he saved and applaud his philosophy: "To catch our archeology alive."

The Southwest Museum is at 234 Museum Drive. Visiting hours are limited to weekends from noon to 5 p.m. during the continuing renovations to repair damage from the 1994 Northridge earthquake.

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Dodger Pitcher Fined for Hitting Batter, May 11, 1959

May 11, 1959, Drysdale Don Drysdale was fuming over a $50 fine for hitting Willie Mays.

"What are you supposed to do, throw everything down the pike and let
the hitters dig in?" Drysdale said to The Times' Frank Finch. "They're
taking everything away from the pitchers and giving it to the batters."

League president Warren Giles levied the fine after umpire Frank Secory determined Drysdale hit Mays on purpose.

"It's a stupid rule in the first place. How can an umpire know
what's in a pitcher's mind? How can he tell whether you're trying to
hit somebody or not?" Drysdale said.

Drysdale was no stranger to hitting batters–he plunked 154 during
his career, according to walteromalley.com. Finch said Mays didn't take
it personally. "Willie simply picked up his cap and trotted to first."

–Keith Thursby

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