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For Cinco de Mayo, The Times features — children in Scandinavian costumes celebrating Hans Christian Andersen.
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| Mary McCoy, who is exploring Nashville cuisine c. 1964 this week in her Cooking With the Junior League blog, whips up a tomato aspic, at left with robot garnish. She writes that this bit of culinary history is best left unexplored. |
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Non-Conformist
A solid citizen, piqued at some flaw in civilization, went out on the town and, after the bars closed, followed some new-found friends to their home in Beverly Hills. All of a sudden it was 7 a.m., time to go to work. But when he looked for his car he couldn't remember where he'd parked it. He One friend said, "I can solve all your troubles for $6 more." This sounded like a good deal, and our hero said he'd buy it. The ::
two married couples a few nights ago went to open house at the school their children attend. The husbands let the wives out at the entrance and went to look for a place to park. They drove for blocks without finding a vacant space and then noticed a bowling alley in the distance. The same diabolical thought — they are avid bowlers — struck them simultaneously. This is to report that midway in the ::
TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT
The modern generation has so much, -JUNE R. DRUMMOND ::
THE CITY COUNCIL, as you may have read, is considering an ordinance to make it illegal to feed pigeons. Which reminded Cal Crotsenburg of the old story about the hard-working farm boy from Morongo Valley whose parents decided he'd earned a day off.
He
Now we'll have to figure out a new ending. ::
QUOTE & UNQUOTE —
When people ask how he feels, a man who recently underwent surgery replies, "Well, at first I was miserable but now I'm merely uncomfortable" … It's odd how the same expressions keep cropping up through the years … A man noting a repeated street excavation remarked, "They didn't find the boss' watch the first time so they had to dig it up again" … Remember the observation here by a man recently restored to bachelorhood that the most amazing thing was how long a tube of toothpaste lasted? A gal who now lives alone has a different impression: "The nights last longer." ::
AROUND TOWN —
A friendly young man named Drew Howard is known as the good Samaritan of 1st and San Pedro Streets. He tells the near-sighted ladies waiting there whether the approaching buses are on the SierraMadre or Sierra Vista line. They sometimes get on the wrong one … Wildlife question for today: Why do baby birds flutter their wings when their patients feed them? |
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Photograph by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times
I snapped this photo of placards left over from the May 1 marches while waiting for the light at Broadway and 1st Street.
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Photograph by John Malmin / Los Angeles Times Elizabeth Ann Duncan crosses her fingers during her murder trial. CONFIDENTIAL FILEFrank S. Duncan Has Come to Town
There was no celebration — no party to announce that he had joined the ranks of this town's multitude of lawyers. His debut was most inauspicious. But that — except for the fact that no clients were knocking down his door — is the way he wanted it. Lately, he'd been in the limelight a little too much. The 30-year-old attorney, Frank S. Duncan, son of convicted killer Elizabeth Duncan, answered his own phone when I called him yesterday afternoon. "I don't have a secretary yet," he explained. "In this business, you've got to have clients before you hire secretaries." Then he laughed. "I don't quite know where I'd put her, anyway," he said. "I just got my own desk and chair moved in today." He added that the office furniture wasn't his own. The desk, a telephone stand, couch and volumes of law books were turned over to him by a friend who used to practice here. "You should see the place," he told me. "Books all over. What a mess."
For a man with four and a half years of law practice (in Santa Barbara and San Francisco) behind him, Duncan didn't sound very prosperous. "If you'll excuse a blunt question," I asked, "are you broke?" "I haven't been active for quite a while, as you can imagine," he said. "I've used up my savings, if that's what you mean." That he should choose Los Angeles, so close to the scene of his mother's trial, to go into practice also bothered me. "The story was played up all over the country," he told me. "No matter where I went, it would follow me. "Besides, I like it here in California. It never really occurred to me to move anywhere else." I asked him how much of a hindrance he felt the notoriety would be. "It's not going to do my business any good," he admitted. "But how much harm it's going to do, I'll just have to wait and find out. "To be perfectly honest, I'm quite confident that I'll do all right here. I have a good background in divorce work and criminal work. That's the area I'll stay in." With Duncan, it isn't the usual case of building up a reputation. With him, it's living one down. "I had new business cards printed up last Wednesday," he continued. "Plus 200 printed announcements. I picked them up today. "I'll send them out this week," he added. "Things might be slow at first, but you expect that when you branch out on your own and move into a new town." Inevitable Question Is Asked "Your mother?" I asked Duncan. "Have you seen her lately?" "I've been visiting her every week," he said. "She's at the California Institution for Women at Corona. She's in solitary." Frank Duncan paused. Then he continued: "It's not very pleasant there. They treat her very well — but it's just that being alone. Four cold walls to look at. When I go, I take her little presents, but with regulations what they are, there's not too much I can take. "Like next Sunday, I'll take her a couple of jigsaw puzzles. She likes those. "Next Sunday," Frank Duncan pointed out, "is Mother's Day, you know." |
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Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
March 15, 1939: At a luncheon at the Biltmore Hotel to plan the opening gala for Union Station, R.E. Southworth stamps the tickets of A.D. McDonald, president of the Southern Pacific; J.R. Hitchcock, manager of the board that supervised Union Station, and W.M. Jeffers, president of Union Pacific.
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I came across this story while researching the Arcade Station and think it's too wonderful not to share.
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Meet Mr. Malaprop
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." ::
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 "Dad, he said the reason you don't wear a gun is that "What do you mean ::
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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CONFIDENTIAL FILEChandler? The Name's Familiar If 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 So I made a firm resolve not to accept them. But "Mr. Paul Coates? I have a collect call for you from Mr. Chandler." It "A Mr. Chandler calling collect?" I asked.
"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.
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 "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."
"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 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?"
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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.
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| Los Angeles Times file photo Jan. 26, 1939: There was also the Santa Fe Station and 2nd Street and Santa Fe. |
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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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The Celtics won Game 6, 99-90, at the Boston Garden to force a final "You want to come up with the greatest performance in your life in 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 "The Celtics may very well win it all once again in the grand finale –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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