Churchill Visits Ike, Dodgers Beat Braves, May 5, 1959

May 5, 1959, Cover

 
May 5, 1959, McIntyre
 
Above, efforts fail to heal a rift between President Eisenhower and former President Truman, who declined an invitation to the White House to dine with former British  Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

Assemblyman William B. Rumford (D- Berkeley) calls upon officials to treat smog with quarantines, just as the state reacts to rabies. Once an area was found to have hazardous smog, autos would be required to have emission control devices.

At left, bandleader Harold "Hal" McIntyre is near death after being badly burned when he fell asleep while smoking in the apartment of band vocalist Jeanne McManus. McIntyre, who played with the Glenn Miller band, died the next day.

May 5, 1959, John F. Kennedy

Above, it might seem unimaginable today, but Sen. John F. Kennedy's Catholic faith was heavily analyzed as a campaign issue before the 1960 presidential election.

At right, Frank Lloyd Wright drew up plans for improvements at Barnsdall Park shortly before his death. 

May 5, 1959, Frank Lloyd Wright

May 5, 1959, Dodgers May 5, 1959, Snakes

The reason arrests for drunkenness rose 15% in 1958? A New York police official blames it on the Dodgers. "That team would drive anybody to drink" he says.

May 5, 1959, Comics

What are Nancy and Sluggo up to today?

May 5, 1959, Sports

Sugar Ray Robinson is stripped of his middleweight championship for delaying too long in defending his title.

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Man Charged With Defrauding Widows, July 20, 1900

July 20, 1900 Bunco Man

I came across this story while researching the Arcade Station and think it's too wonderful not to share.

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Nuestro Pueblo

May 5, 1939, Nuestro Pueblo

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Found on EBay — Spring Street

Spring Street Postcard Ebay This postcard showing Spring Street before it was straightened out has been listed on EBay. Bidding for the lot (which also includes a postcard of Westlake Park) starts at $4.50.
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Matt Weinstock — May 4, 1959

Meet Mr. Malaprop

Matt_weinstockdA police reporter on the Chicago American named Jim Murray is one of those rare birds, a natural malapropper,
a species which must be joyously esteemed wherever it is found. He
doesn't know it but a colleague, Pat Leeds of the Chicago Tribune, has
been jotting down hisinadvertencies. She is visiting L.A. and told them to Leo Batt, former Chicagoan now with this paper.

In giving a story to a rewrite man, Murray said, "He drove his car into a culprit."

Another time: "She had welches on her arms."

Another: "The coroner took a .22-caliber cartilage from the body."

Referring to a building across the street: "That building is a sore eye."

While working on a story: "I got a brain stroke."

Of his wife's devotion: "She thinks the ground I walk on is hollow."

Reading a paper. "The weatherman says we'll have snow furies."

When Ibn Saud came to this country: "I don't want those sheiks and their harlems in the country."

::

1959_0504_lynch_ro ONLY IN MALIBU —
A wealthy beachcomber has installed in his cottage by the sea a
wind-velocity gauge connected with a registering device on the roof
and, alongside, a barometer. He finds it comforting to sit at his bar
and thus observe the elements at their worst.

During a recent squall, as this veteran seafarer sat sipping a tot of rum, a friend asked if the barometer was falling.

"Not unless that nail comes loose," he said, "and I hammered it in good and tight."

::

SAME DIFFERENCE
As I go out to shop these days
I wonder more and more
Do I pay for what I buy or
The commercials I abhor?
-MABEL HUTCHINSON

::

DURING a discussion of people who marry out of their faith a lady Ken Tichenor knows remarked, "Worst of all, their friends sometimes osterize
them." And, as everyone knows, nothing is more humiliating than being
crammed into one of those blenders and being whirled around.

::

DO YOU, as Betty Buras does, mentally revise the cliches as you watch TV dramas? Here is some dialogue she changed:

"Darling, if I were fat and ugly and my father didn't have a cent, would you still want to marry me?" "No."

"You've
been threatened, beaten up and shot at — please forget your principles
and leave this town; I'll drive you to the city limits." "Okay, let's
go."

"Dad, he said the reason you don't wear a gun is that
you're a coward, scared that someone might pick a fight with you."
"That's right, son. I'm yellow as they come."

"What do you mean
you need a car? When I was your age I walked three miles to school,
rain or shine, and thought nothing of it." "Yeah, well, I don't think
much of it either!"

::

IN SOME instances
guide dogs are reassigned when the owners die or no longer need them.
Thus a sightless lady in a nearby city was provided with a dog which at
first caused her embarrassment. The pooch kept leading her into bars.
She doesn't drink but she soon learned that the previous master did.
Anyway, reports TV writer JimCritchfield, who knows her, she has become acquainted with almost every bartender in town.

::

AROUND TOWN ––
Note from California Club, of all places: "Whereas the possibilities of
rhyming Morse with horse and Luce with abuse are very tempting,
resolved that we will not yield to temptation and hope others will do
the same" … When JackieCardial, 5, gets excited she yells. "Woe, Bonelli
!" and her father Ron can't decide if it's a distortion of "Whoa,
Nellie!" or a warning to the self-exiled liquor czar … A lady in an
Olive St. bar ordered a "Headshrinker," and the bartender silently
served her a Martini. Gave Don Harris the sensation he had tuned in on
a new language.

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Paul Coates — Confidential File, May 4, 1959

CONFIDENTIAL FILE

Chandler? The Name's Familiar

Paul_coatesIf you want the truth, I'm pretty sticky about accepting collect telephone calls.

No slur intended at the phone company, but they're just not worth the price.

Long
years of sad experience have taught me that they are placed by people
who get drunk in the afternoon, by people who have hot stories about
cats stuck up in trees, or by my mother.

So I made a firm resolve not to accept them.

But
the phone rang just as I was leaving the office Friday afternoon and my
firm resolve was visibly shaken when the operator asked crisply:

"Mr. Paul Coates? I have a collect call for you from Mr. Chandler."

It
happens that the name Chandler carries a little weight around my
office. And while I am no master in the art of diplomacy, I had enough
sense of survival not to brush this call off without a little extra
investigation.

"A Mr. Chandler calling collect?" I asked.

May 4, 1959, Mirror Cover "Collect," she answered.

"I see," I said, stalling for time. "This collect call. Where is it from?"

"New York, sir," she replied.

Now, obviously, there's more than one Chandler in the world. But why take chances?

"Operator," I whispered, "did you catch the man's first name?"

"I can ask if you'd like, sir."

"No, no," I cried hurriedly. "Don't bother him. He's a very busy man."

I began to feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. (And when my stomach sinks, it's a drop of major proportion).

Why was Norman Chandler calling me? And from New York?

My life began flashing before me. At least, the last few days of my life.

May 4, 1959, Rape There
was Tuesday. When I got home, I realized that I had accidentally taken
a couple of company copy pencils and I hadn't returned them yet.

Wednesday, I forgot to put the cover on my typewriter before leaving.

 And Thursday, I dangled a participle in the morning and split an infinitive shortly after the fifth edition.

But
he wouldn't be calling me for something like that. Maybe it was just a
social call. Maybe I was getting myself upset for nothing.

"Mr. Coates?"

"Yes, operator."

"For a minute I thought you had left the line, sir. Will you accept the charges?"

"But why is he calling ME?" I asked aloud.

"I'm very sorry, sir," she answered. "We aren't allowed to relay messages."

1959_0504_lynchAnd she said it a little more curtly than was absolutely necessary.

"I didn't even know he'd left town," I explained.

The operator sighed heavily.

 "What's the matter, lady?" I asked. You feel sick?"

"Sir, I can't hold the line open more than three minutes. Either you accept the call or I'll have to disconnect your party."

'I've Got to Think'

"No" I cried. "Don't do that. Let me think. I've got to think."

"Will you or won't you accept the charges?" she demanded.

Why would he call me collect? I wondered. That's very strange. But maybe he was visiting someone's
home and he didn't want to charge the call to them. And after all, in
final analysis, it was his phone I was using, so he's get the bill
anyway.

I made a snap decision.

"Put Mr. Chandler on," I said.

"Go ahead, Mr. Chandler," the operator announced triumphantly. "Here's your party."

My voice adopted the syrupy quality that I reserve for anyone from city editors on up.

"Norman?" I chimed.

"Norman?"
a whisky-thickened voice said. "I ain't Norman. I'm Sam. Sam Chandler,
buddy-boy. Your mother told me to call you. She said you'd want the
story. I'm at this bar and grill on 8th Avenue, old pal, and there's a cat stuck up in the tree outside."

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.

May 4, 1915, Stolen Car
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Union Station Opens, May 4, 1939

June 13, 1915, Southern Pacific Station
Los Angeles Times file photo

June 13, 1915: Before Union Station, there was the Southern Pacific depot on Central between 4th and 5th Streets, which replaced an even earlier depot called the Arcade Station.

 
Jan. 26, 1939, Santa Fe Station

Los Angeles Times file photo

Jan. 26, 1939: There was also the Santa Fe Station and 2nd Street and Santa Fe.

May 4, 1939, Union Station, Big Gun
Photograph by the Los Angeles Times

May 4, 1939: Union Station opens. A Union Station was proposed as early as 1906 as part of Charles Mulford Robinson's City Beautiful project. It sometimes takes a while to get things done in Los Angeles.
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Lakers Lose to Celtics, May 4, 1969

May 4, 1969, Sports

May 4, 1969, Lakers The NBA Finals had become an endurance test.

The Celtics won Game 6, 99-90, at the Boston Garden to force a final
deciding game back in Calfornia. Jerry West played despite a pulled
hamstring and scored 26 points, which was 13 under his average for the
series.

"You want to come up with the greatest performance in your life in
the championship test but you're now in the 100th game and the body is
weakening," Boston's John Havlicek said. "It's just a case that the
body can take only so much."

West said the Lakers would have won if "I could have played a normal game."

Boston's player-coach Bill Russell didn't think West was limited
because of the injury, a remark that might have been in jest but was
pounced on the following day by Times columnist John Hall:

"The Celtics may very well win it all once again in the grand finale
tonight in the Forum, and it is to their credit that they have hung in
there again against the odds, but they should be thanking whatever
lucky stars or planets one thanks that a freak muscle pull in the final
meaningless minutes of a fifth game that was already iced did more to
maintain their tradition than all the cigars in Red Auerbach's many
mouths."

–Keith Thursby

[Hey Keith–look at the ad on the runover! Learn how to raise chinchillas in the privacy of your own home!–lrh] 

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Parade Opens Union Station, May 4, 1939

May 4, 1939, Union Station

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Found on EBay — California Bungalow

California Bungalow This postcard of a California Bungalow from the Newman Post Card Co. of Los Angeles has been listed on EBay. Bidding starts at $3.
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To the Horizon — Everett Ruess

June 15, 1952, Everett Ruess

 

After Tom Maugh's story on the apparent resolution of Everett Ruess' disappearance, I thought it would be interesting to go through the archives. Here's what I found: 

Loving the Land That Engulfed Him

New Interest in Young Man Who Vanished 53 Years Ago

March 15, 1987

By ANN JAPENGA, Times Staff Writer

June 15, 1952, Everett Ruess May many another youth be by me inspired to leave the smug safety of his rut and follow fortune to other lands.

–Everett Ruess, writing at age 19

Amid
the arrests and auto thefts reported in the Los Angeles Police
Department bulletin for Sept. 4, 1935, one item seems out of place.
It's too romantic, too mysterious to belong on a police ledger. It
seems better suited to a novel by Zane Grey:

A Los Angeles youth
leaves his family's home to paint landscapes and explore Indian caves
and cliff dwellings in southern Utah. The boy befriends Indians in
remote villages and learns to walk like an Indian, and to speak the
Navajo language. He travels with a couple of burros whose saddlebags
are decorated with colorful Indian designs.

The Lone Clue

Then
the boy vanishes. He is seen last by a sheepherder on Nov. 19, 1934.
Four months later his burros are found in a place called Davis Gulch. A
lone clue to the mysterious disappearance of Everett Ruess is the word
NEMO, scratched on the cliffs alongside Indian pictographs near where
the burros were discovered.

 Nemo, as adventure fans know, is the
name of the captain in Jules Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the
Sea," a favorite novel of Ruess'. Nemo, Latin for "no one," escaped
humdrum civilization in a submarine.

March 5, 1935, Everett Ruess And fleeing civilization is
just what the missing boy seemed to have done. Nothing has ever been
found of him but his burros and a couple of dusty footprints.

The
police bulletin has yellowed in the last half century, but Everett
Ruess' story has acquired new life. Ruess' older brother, Waldo, who
lives in Santa Barbara with his wife of 29 years, said that Everett's
name is becoming legend in the West. Waldo Ruess, 77, has heard many
accounts of people who have been inspired to adventures of their own
after hearing the tale of Everett Ruess.

Solo Wilderness Journey

A
26-year-old Fort Collins, Colo., college student, Judy Perkins, is
currently on a year's solo wilderness journey, following the route of
Ruess. New Mexico writer Marc Simmons also set out to explore the Utah
canyon country on a long-earred burro named Taco after reading Ruess'
letters home.

The letters were recently published by Peregrine
Smith Books in a volume called "Everett Ruess: A Vagabond for Beauty."
(The $9.95 paperback is available in bookstores or from the publisher
at P.O. Box 667, Layton, Utah 84041.) Peregrine president Gibbs Smith
said that many readers have written to say how much Ruess means to them.

What
accounts for the growing popularity of this long-vanished youth? "He
kept his dream," Waldo Ruess said. "Most of us go lock-step through the
decades, talking about what we'd like to do and never doing it."

Frank
Cook of Peregrine Smith Books said Everett Ruess represents "that
special spirit which exists in all of us but which few have the courage
or opportunity to express."

July 11, 1935, Everett Ruess Gibbs Smith discovered Ruess'
writing in a 1940 volume, "On Desert Trails," that has been long out of
print. Smith, along with veteran river-runner Ken Sleight and W. L.
Rusho, who compiled the recent edition of letters, pieced together
Ruess' story by visiting the towns and campsites he had written about.

Sleight,
who lives in Escalante, Utah, said Ruess' tale has been told around
campfires for 50 years. Sleight first heard the saga from an old
river-runner, and has since passed on the mystery to tourists who ride
the rapids with him. Sleight said he identifies with Ruess' "wanting to
be out, to escape from civilization.

"Those that I meet down on
the river and the trails, they all know the story of Everett Ruess," he
said. "And no doubt about it, there are still a lot of people looking
for him."

Different Stories

There is little agreement
about what happened to Everett Ruess. Waldo Ruess thinks his brother
was killed by cattle rustlers who were known to hide out in the
canyons. Sleight thinks he might have drowned while trying to cross a
river on his way to rendezvous with a Navajo girlfriend. Others think
he fell off a cliff and was killed–although this is unlikely since
neither his body nor his paints and other supplies were ever found.

Still
others–those people Sleight refers to who are still looking for
Ruess–think he didn't die, but disappeared intentionally. His letters
are studded with references to disappearance. The message is so clear
that it's difficult to dismiss it as a young man's tendency toward
melodrama–which Ruess certainly was guilty of at times. There are
numerous passages like this one:

I must pack my short life full
of interesting events and creative activity. Then, and before physical
deterioration obtrudes, I shall go on some last wilderness trip to a
place I have known and loved. I shall not return.

Aug 27, 1935, Everett Ruess Ruess' life
and letters seem calculated; it's almost as if he intended to serve as
an example to anyone who's ever felt trapped or bored by routine. By
disappearing, he might have wanted to ensure that his bold image would
never grow old or ordinary. In his letters to his family in Los
Angeles, he was constantly goading them to consider if they could say,
as he did, "I have really lived."

He swore that he would follow beauty no matter what it cost: "I have gone my way regardless of everything but beauty."

It
was a value learned from his mother, formerly an art teacher in the
Alhambra city schools and the daughter of an early California pioneer,
William Henry Knight. Stella Knight Ruess was an artist and poet who
published several books of block prints depicting Southern California
scenes.

His father, Christopher Ruess, was more prosaic. At the
time Everett vanished, his father was working for the Los Angeles
County Probation Department.

Encouraged His Travels

But
the Ruess family respected art and intellectual activity. So no one
objected when Everett first set out to find subjects for his painting
at the age of 16. In fact, the family encouraged his travels and sent
him money when they could. In return, Everett penned elaborate accounts
of his adventures.

On one trip, up the coast to Carmel, he
reported that he had met the photographer Edward Weston and played with
Weston's young sons. Later he would show his block prints to another
photographer, Ansel Adams, and spend time at the home of landscape
painter Maynard Dixon and his wife, photographer Dorothea Lange. (Lange
took the photograph of Everett that appeared on the LAPD police
bulletin.)

June 15, 1952, Everett Ruess Everett Ruess wasn't around long enough for his art
or his writing to mature. But many believe that if he had lived, his
words would have been the thing to bring him fame. His descriptions of
the wilderness have earned him comparisons to a young Walt Whitman or
John Muir.

Gibbs Smith extols Ruess' skill as an environmental
writer and early defender of the fragile canyon lands. "Everett Ruess
said it better than anybody else regarding this land's spiritual and
aesthetic values."

At UCLA for One Semester

From the age
of 16 to 20, when he vanished, he spent most of his time wandering in
the wilderness alone. He sang opera to his burros, read philosophy and
tried to describe the beauty he saw around him. He made occasional
trips to the city, spending time in San Francisco and with his family
in Los Angeles–he even enrolled in UCLA for one semester in 1932. "I'm
glad I went, but I'm glad it's over," he wrote a friend.

It was
in the canyon country of Utah and Arizona, a land of "red sand, twisted
cedars, turquoise skies and distant mesas" that Ruess seemed to have
finally found what he had been seeking. His letters from this region
are full of descriptions of his personal happiness and his love of the
land. There are also more down-to-earth accounts of his mishaps.

One
day he recounted stepping on four rattlesnakes. There were crumbling
cliffsides to do battle with, as well as scorpions, poison ivy, storms
and swollen rivers. Once he just missed being gored by a wild bull. He
told of meetings with archeologists, ranchers, Indians, cowboys,
miners, bootleggers, artists and hobos.

June 15, 1952, Everett Ruess Ruess faithfully
reported on his ever-changing family of pack animals. For awhile he
traveled with a white puppy named Curly and a mule, Pericles. He once
made up a verse to motivate his beasts to keep going through a
lightning storm:

Prod, prod, prod your burro

Gently near the tail

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

He's a kind of snail.

The
longer Everett was alone in the wilds, the more impassioned his
descriptions became. He used words like intoxicated, exuberant and
exultant to describe his moods.

He mentioned in his letters that
he had begun to take more risks in pursuit of the beauty that drove
him: I have been flirting pretty heavily with death, the old clown.

The
last letters the Ruesses had from their son were mailed from Escalante,
Utah, on Nov. 11, 1934. In the letter to his parents, he said he was
sitting by the fire, eating roast venison and baked potatoes, with the
burro bell tinkling nearby.

He said he was going south, into wild canyon country, and they might not hear from him again for several months.

To
his brother Waldo, Everett wrote: As to when I shall visit
civilization, it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the
wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead more
keenly all the time.

I know that I could not bear the routine
and humdrum of the life that you are forced to lead. I don't think I
could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life
already and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.

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A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.

May 3, 1913, Hats
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GOP Senator Calls for Troop Withdrawal, NBA Championships Blacked Out in L.A., May 3, 1969

May 3, 1969, Beatles Black Light Clothes Hangers From 'Yellow Submarine'

Let's keep Pepperland neat and tidy!

May 3, 1969, Cover

"The belief that drugs are a bigger problem in the suburbs than the ghetto is just a myth. At a school a kid can get anything he wants in 30 minutes."

At left, a standard Times layout with the index between two "corner stories" at the bottom of the page. Of the nine stories on the cover, four are from the wires and two are "exclusive to The Times from the Washington Post." Only three have staff bylines.

It's interesting that we led with a religion package: Two stories about taxing churches and one on Pope Paul VI implementing changes from Vatican II. Women will no longer have to keep their heads covered in church. 

In other news, relations are strained between the Nixon administration and Republican governors …  Nixon proposes new regulations on mailing pornography … and military recruiters are barred from Occidental College.

May 3, 1969, Vietnam Pullout

May 3, 1969, Black Studies

Above, a familiar name: Leon Panetta, head of the Department of Health, Education and Welfare under Nixon. The agency funds Antioch college despite its black studies program, which bars whites. No whites have ever applied to the program, Panetta says.

May 3, 1969, Yorty vs. Bradley

Mayor Sam Yorty, quoting a Herald Examiner story about Gus Hall, says commies are supporting challenger Tom Bradley.

May 3, 1969, Monterey Pop Festival

Captured on film: Janis Joplin with Big Brother and the Holding Company singing "Ball and Chain"  at the Monterey Pop Festival.

May 3, 1969, KFWB
 
An odd, cryptic ad for KFWB. I sure don't get it, but maybe I'm just slow.

May 3, 1969, Comics


 

May 3, 1969, Sports The Lakers didn't get much of a reception at three local theaters.

Game 5 of the NBA Finals against the Celtics was shown via
closed-circuit television and The Times' Ray Loynd called the
production "bleary, smeary and forever tinged with a pale blue."

"The conclusion is that closed-circuit television has not progressed
in the last 15 years. … Contrast was poor with the Laker players, in
their Forum yellow, racing around like bleached apparitions," Loynd
wrote.

The games were blacked out locally so the only other option was listening to Chick Hearn … who probably sounded crystal clear.

–Keith Thursby

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Hollywood Hopefuls, May 3, 1959

May 3, 1959, Theater

"Times have changed slightly from when a starry-eyed lass from Iowa could quickly set up her auditions at Schwab's Pharmacy or at a bus stop at Hollywood and Vine."

May 3, 1959, Theater

"While the naive still come and are taken, the toll reportedly is less
heavy than before because the traps are widely known — unless the
unscrupulous invent better ones."

 

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Coming Soon to a Theater Near You

May 3, 1959, Little Old Ladies
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Nuestro Pueblo

May 3, 1939, Nuestro Pueblo
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Voices — Jack Kemp, 1935 – 2009

      

Bringing bankruptcy home

January 18, 2008


By Jack Kemp, Jack Kemp, a former secretary of Housing and Urban
Development, is founder and chairman of a strategic consulting firm in
Washington.

When I was Housing and Urban Development
secretary in the administration of President George H.W. Bush, we
fought against economic pessimism every day in the effort to spread the
American dream of homeownership, particularly for moderate- and
low-income families. Over the last 15 years, homeownership, especially
among people of color, has risen to historic levels. In just the last
five years, 2.8 million families bought their first homes. Now, the
sub-prime mortgage crisis is threatening to roll back this progress.

It
is clear that sub-prime loan foreclosures are only going to get worse.
How can the government help homeowners without putting taxpayer dollars
at risk or sending the wrong signals to the housing market?

There
is no single answer. Some ideas being floated are intended to bail out
Wall Street fund managers who made bad decisions on mortgage-backed
securities. Other proposals have the unintended effect of propping up
investors who bought property for speculative gain. Some notions, such
as programs to educate and counsel homeowners, are a positive but small
step. But the reality is that markets do work, and although credit
markets are in distress, progress is being made.

I applaud the
White House efforts to encourage mortgage servicers to modify existing
adjustable-rate loans for a limited number of borrowers who cannot
afford interest rate resets. However, depending solely on the goodwill
of an industry that bears no small measure of responsibility in this
crisis is unlikely to be the full answer.

What is missing is a
rational and urgent push to help the estimated 2.2 million families in
danger of losing their homes to foreclosure in the near future.
Congress is considering a small fix that would have more impact on
these families than any other option under consideration: temporarily
allowing bankruptcy courts to give the same relief to homeowners on
principal-residence mortgages that businesspeople get on real estate
investment loans, that farmers get on farm loans and that individuals
receive on loans for vacation homes, cars, trucks and boats.

Bankruptcy
law is wildly off-kilter in how it treats homeownership. Under current
law, courts can lower unreasonably high interest rates on secured
loans, reschedule secured loan payments to make them more affordable
and adjust the secured portion of loans down to the fair market value
of the underlying property — all secured loans, that is, except those
secured by the debtor's home. This gaping loophole threatens the most
vulnerable with the loss of their most valuable assets — their homes
— and leaves untouched their largest liabilities — their mortgages.

In
the absence of modification, many of today's loans will result in
foreclosure. When servicers are unwilling or unable to voluntarily
modify exploding, unsustainable home mortgage loans, Congress has a
duty to consider involuntary modification in bankruptcy court, where
the same relief is granted on all other secured loans. The proposed
Emergency Home Ownership and Mortgage Equity Protection Act being
considered by Congress would do just that. It is targeted at only
sub-prime and nontraditional mortgages and will be available for only
seven years after it is enacted in order to mitigate against the next
wave of exploding interest rate resets.

The key is to avoid an
overreaction that would have negative long-term effects on the housing
market. Allowing certain distressed homeowners limited bankruptcy
protection provides the greatest potential benefit with the least
market disruption, and it will not cost the Treasury a dime. Moreover,
a tweak to the bankruptcy code is a narrowly targeted solution. It is
estimated that more than 600,000 homeowners could use bankruptcy
protection to modify their loans and stay in their homes.

Some
argue that expanding bankruptcy relief for homeowners would encourage
frivolous bankruptcy filings, but recent reforms have made filing a
very onerous process. People who bought homes with the intent of
flipping them two years down the road are not going to go through the
aggravation, embarrassment and cost of bankruptcy.

Why do we
need to keep people in their homes? As HUD secretary, I saw firsthand
that homeownership makes neighborhoods safer, encourages investment and
raises our overall standard of living. People care more deeply about
their neighborhoods if they have an ownership stake.

Homeownership
is not about left or right, conservative or liberal, Democrat or
Republican. The House Judiciary Committee has passed a bipartisan
compromise version of the bill, and the full House is expected to take
it up next month. Both the House and Senate need to pass it — and
soon.

::

COMMENTARY

Be Not Afraid, Use Genetics to Feed the World's Hungry

* Agriculture: If we don't use science to farm more intelligently, we put people and ecosystems at risk.

December 3, 1999

By
JACK KEMP, Jack Kemp, the 1996 Republican nominee for vice president,
is a distinguished fellow with the Competitive Enterprise Institute in
Washington.

The fast-waning 20th century has brought tremendous improvement
in the human condition. People live longer, healthier lives than they
did 100 years ago, largely because of stunning advances in medicine and
agriculture.

These advances include products of genetic
engineering. Former President Carter, whose Carter Center is doing
outstanding work on agricultural production in the developing world,
says that by increasing crop yields, genetic engineering reduces "the
constant need to clear more land for growing food. Seeds designed to
resist drought and pests are especially useful in tropical countries,
where crop losses are often severe." Carter makes clear that the
poorest, hungriest people of the world have the most to lose in the
public relations assault on new bioengineered foods.

Science
deserves most of the credit for advances in food production and
nutrition, but so do education, the economics of wealth-creation,
philanthropy and enlightened political leadership. Together these have
put to rest the old Malthusian fear that population would outstrip our
capacity to feed the world and that there was nothing we could do about
it. There was something, and we did it: Today we feed 6 billion people
much better than we fed 4 billion 20 years ago.

Yet this is no
time to rest on our laurels. The 1996 U.N. World Food Summit reported
that 800 million people are chronically undernourished, and the
International Food Policy Research Institute projects that we will have
to increase grain production 40% by 2020 just to keep up with
population growth. We can do that; but to bring better nutrition and
more food to the neediest people of the world, we have to use every
resource at our disposal.

Superstition and sheer
misunderstanding, however, are being used to browbeat the
public–particularly in Europe, but increasingly in the U.S.–into
opposing agricultural biotechnology, which the world needs to feed its
growing population, improve nutrition and head off famine.

Despite
numerous studies, there are no known hazards associated with
bioengineered foods, which sound science shows to be as safe as–or
safer than–the foods that have been on supermarket shelves for a
generation. Norman Borlaug, who won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1970 for
his work to attack world hunger with better food crops and who now
heads the Carter Center's effort to improve crop yields in Africa,
points out that what some in Europe are calling genetically modified
foods are just advances in conventional plant breeding, which has been
used for years to increase yields, nutritional value and pest and
disease resistance.

Some critical studies of genetically
engineered crops merit further investigation, while others can't meet
the basic standards of scientific peer review. Surely we can agree on
sound science standards for bioengineered crops, as we should for all
scientific breakthroughs with commercial applications.

The
extremist opposition may be satisfied with nothing less than halting
the agricultural advances altogether. Already, Archer-Daniels-Midland
Co. has asked farmers planting its genetically engineered soybeans to
segregate those crops, and Monsanto is apologizing for bringing more
disease-resistant crops to market."Solid scientific evidence" has been
all too lacking in this debate–a war of words and slogans, not ideas
and initiatives. Let us suggest some facts that must not be forgotten:
Without dramatic improvements in crop yields, people will starve; they
will suffer disease and death from malnutrition. The world's wildlife,
habitats, endangered species and entire ecosystems will be put at risk
as we are forced to draw more agricultural land into production.
Pest-resistance, which we now know can be bred precisely into plants,
will be supplanted by wider use of chemical pesticides. The promise of
improving the nutritional value of indigenous crops in the developing
world may be lost for a generation.

Is this what the radicals
want? Surely not. Those of us in affluent societies have the luxury of
pondering such questions. In doing so, we have an obligation to give
the benefit of the doubt to innovations in science and technology that
will most aid those who are less fortunate than ourselves.

Britain's
Prince Charles, in his multi-pronged attack on the entire bioengineered
foods industry, asserts that "where people are starving, lack of food
is rarely the underlying cause." Let the prince eat cake. The people of
the Sahel region, south of the Sahara, have no such luxury. It is our
moral duty to help them with the most promising means available to us,
and that must include applying advanced biotechnology to agricultural
production.

::

 
COLUMN RIGHT / JACK KEMP

Forget Europe as a Model for Creating Jobs

Clinton's health plan has the same blind spot–broader benefits require higher taxes.

March 20, 1994

By JACK KEMP, Jack Kemp, a Republican former congressman
from New York, is co-director of Empower America, a conservative
advocacy organization based in Washington.

One of the most
consistent facts about American economic life over the past several
years has been the almost weekly announcement of massive job cutbacks
or layoffs by Fortune 500 firms.

What should America do?
President Clinton thinks he has the answer. "We simply must figure out
how to create more jobs," he said back in January. "We have a lot to
learn form the Europeans," he added, citing European job-training
programs and the ability to move people "from school to work into
good-paying jobs."

There is only one problem with this job-
growth tutorial. Europe has nothing to teach. Every country on that
continent, except Switzerland, is experiencing unemployment well above
America's 6.5% rate. Several European countries have unemployment rates
well into double digits, including Belgium, 14%; Denmark, 12.4%;
France, 12%, and Spain, 23.1%. Britain is the only European nation with
an unemployment rate lower today than a year ago.

Europe's high
unemployment rates have a single root cause: the failure to create
enough new jobs. Between 1982 and 1992, the six largest European
countries combined created just 6.9 million jobs, while the European
labor force increased by 7.5 million. Over the same period, the United
States created 18 million new jobs, while the labor force grew by 16.8
million.

There are many reasons why we created so many more jobs
in the 1980s, but one of the most important is that European employers
pay significantly higher taxes on labor. In Belgium, for example,
government-mandated charges on labor as a percentage of GDP have risen
from 19.6% in 1970 to 29.5% in 1991; in Italy, from 12.7% to 23.6%.
Only Great Britain's rate has remained steady. By contrast, the U.S.
rate was 15.9% in 1970, 19.4% in 1991.

So, this much we can
learn from Europe: A welfare state with national health insurance and
expensive fringe benefits has an insatiable appetite. And the main
burden of financing this largess always falls on working men and women.

With
his national health-care plan, President Clinton would set America on
Europe's descending path. Although he tells us that few workers will
pay more than they do now, history is clear: All national
health-insurance schemes inevitably cost far more than anyone projected
when the programs were adopted.

Government has a dismal track
record in predicting the burden its programs will impose on future
taxpayers. Look at Medicare. When that program was enacted in 1965, the
Johnson Administration estimated that it would cost $8 billion per year
by 1990. The actual cost? $98 billion.

Even if we take the
Clinton projections at face value, his health plan will still lead to a
27% increase in federal taxes by the year 2004, according to a study
from the Alexis de Tocqueville Institution.

Clinton defends this
vast expansion of federal taxation on the grounds that higher taxes
will be offset by lower health-insurance costs. This is just a semantic
game. Would people really be better off if the government increased
their taxes by the amount of their annual food costs while providing
free food at the same time? Of course not, because the government
cannot provide anything as efficiently as the market and because the
costs would quickly rise far beyond expectations, leading to tax
increases or reduced benefits. Also, in the process, people would lose
the freedom to choose.

Health care will not escape this fate.
Quality will decline because patients and doctors will be forced into
more rigid government constraints. As in Canada, a model for the
Clinton Administration, people will wait months or even years for
simple operations, and many will be denied access to treatment because
the plan managers judge them too old to benefit, never mind their
physicians' opinions.

To these costs we must add a price paid in
jobs. As the European example shows, higher benefits lead to higher
taxes, which, in the end, lead to higher unemployment. A recent
DRI/McGraw Hill study predicts that by the year 2000, the Clinton
health plan would cause 1 million jobs to disappear–a conservative
estimate.

Instead of invoking a European model of job creation
that creates no jobs, President Clinton should study the lesson of
America's job explosion in the 1980s. He would find that the key to job
creation lies in unleashing the creative power of America's
entrepreneurs and small business owners through lower taxes on both
labor and capital. Viewing entrepreneurs as a endless funding source
for an insatiable federal government is a prescription for employment
stagnation–or worse.

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Found on EBay — Florentine Gardens

Florentine Gardens Ebay This program from the Florentine Gardens has been listed on EBay. These items turn up somewhat often and aren’t especially rare — at least when you consider the Florentine Gardens seated a couple thousand people for several shows a night. But they’re interesting curios. Usually they have been cut out of someone’s scrapbook. I would never pay any big money for one, but bidding on this item starts at $4.99.

The menus from the gardens can be somewhat more collectible but I would never bother buying the “Playgoer” programs that turn up once in a while.

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Matt Weinstock — May 2, 1959

LIVE AND LEARN

Matt_weinstockdFor many parents
Thursday was Back to School Night, a solemn event at which they dragged
themselves through the routines their little darlings must endure every
day. They went to the same classes their youngsters do, met the
teachers and learned what was being taught and why, so they might
better understand what is going on in the educational world.

All
in all, it was a pleasant and satisfying experience and, as far as is
known, the parents resisted the impulse to tell the teachers what they
taught of them and viceversa. Naturally they picked up a little knowledge along the way.

A HOMEMAKING TEACHER at
Paul Revere Junior High had a class of parents aghast when she casually
mentioned that, in addition to teaching the girls to cook, bake and set
the table, they had received instruction in house cleaning, polishing
windows, washing and ironing. After a spot check, the parents
unanimously advised her that the girls had kept this a secret at home.

May 2, 1959, Dance One
father asked the teacher, after class, if she could please give his
daughter additional coaching in baking cookies. The last batch she
proudly brought home, he said, almost broke a tooth.

A young gym
teacher was well along with her spiel about basketball, softball and
taking showers when she exclaimed, "Oh, this is the 8th grade class — I was giving my 7th grade speech!"

A social studies teacher had written on the blackboard, "I teach grammar, spelling, reading, speaking, listening."

That
word "listening" stood out like a lighthouse, and she explained, "I try
to teach them they have to work at listening and yet sometimes when I
read a few paragraphs of classic literature I see their glassy stare
and realize they haven't heard a thing I've said."

"Most of
them," she went on, "also confuse reading and studying. We try to teach
them that studying is picking out the important facts from what they're
reading and putting them in their own words, but I'm afraid we don't
always get through to them."

May 2, 1959, Suicide And then there was the young
father, going from one class to another, who was overheard remarking
hopefully to his wife, "Maybe we'll get a Martini at the next one!"

::

HURRAY FOR
Dizzy Gillespie, one of the jazz greats. After finishing a number
disturbed by inconsiderate talkers, he said into the microphone at the
Crescendo, "Thank you very much for your total indifference."

::

APROPOS OF the current togetherness craze, Carl C. Jenkins found this line in "The Prophet," written by Kahlil Gibran
in 1926 on the subject of marriage: "But let there be spaces in your
togetherness that let the winds of Heaven dance between you," So it
isn't that new … Enchanting description of the Mississippi steamboat
John J. Roe in "The Autobiography of Mark Twain": "Upstream she
couldn't even beat an island. Downstream she was never able to overtake
the current."

::

May 2, 1959 Abby LET US BE evocative, a very expensive word for a Saturday. Mack Tuesday nicked a finger the other day and the staff broke out a pre-space
age first aid kit. It wasn't colored or plastic, just plain old
adhesive tape, the kind that smells like disinfectant. Made him yearn
all afternoon for the uncomplicated past.

::

 PARITY
For years we hung our heads in shame,
We had but one car to our name;
Now no longer neighbors hate us,
Two motor cars assure us status."
-G.L. ERTE

::

FOOTNOTES ––
When writer David Chandler dropped in at a friend's house the children
were watching TV, and when the program ended one of them asked, "Pa,
why can't we live in the West?" … A 1955 Ford station wagon with the
license plate GUN 484 was seen in San Gabriel. Those gunslingers,
willing to travel, are everywhere.

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