Raymond bombing

Mayor Frank Shaw says he has the "utmost confidence" in the LAPD’s investigation of the Harry Raymond bombing. He also says there is no evidence of police involvement in the blast … Allegations of police corruption in Arcadia … The U.S. Embassy in Nanking protests actions by Japanese soldiers–to no avail … How to keep women happy … And a man attempting suicide jumps from the eighth floor of the Pacific Electric Building, 610 S. Main, but is uninjured when his fall is broken by the wire mesh in a glass skylight.

Historic note: One of Mayor Fletcher Bowron’s first acts after defeating Shaw in the 1938 recall election was to demand the resignation of more than 100 Shaw appointees.

 

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Wyatt Earp

 

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Drawing by the Los Angeles Times

The famed Tombstone lawman and his wife testify for the defense in the Estelle Corwell murder trial–this discovery was an unexpected joy, I must say …  Potential problems in defending California’s coast against a foreign invader … And a riderless motorcycle speeds three blocks on Pico from Union to Sentous (now the northern extension of Cherry) before crashing into a utility pole.

 

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Matt Weinstock

Jan. 22, 1958
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No one better mention elk hunting very soon to Bill Molinar, Pasadena real estate man.

Bill
recently went on a safari in northwest Montana, near Swan Lake. It is
very primitive country. His party packed in five miles, creating in
Bill’s consciousness a new concept of saddle sores.

In a period
of two hours they passed seven grizzly bears. They’re unpredictable,
the guide told Bill, and if one went for him the only ting to do was
climb a tree, which grizzlies can’t do although they have strong claws.

Usually, the guide said, they’ll attack only if aroused. Incidentally, Bill says, they bark like dogs.

WELL, ONE GRIZZLY became
aroused at something, Bill isn’t sure what, and headed for him. Bill
dutifully scrambled up a tree. But this bear was persistent.

The
guide, who had managed to carry his gun up his tree, finally shot the
bear. But grizzlies have a very slow heart action and don’t die easily.

Anyway,
Bill’s favorite question these days is, "Did you ever perch in a tree
for an hour and a half?" He doesn’t recommend it, especially with
saddle sores.

Oh, yes, they got an elk. They named it Anticlimax.

ONLY IN L.A. — Remember the item about the fellows who daily snatch a paper sack lunch from a ledge at 2nd and Olive streets and split the contents?

Well,
the pilferers have been pinpointed as young men named Phil and Ray in a
nearby office. They tried to sell the lunch to a colleague for 25
cents. They don’t like the butter on the meat sandwiches.

Why
does the owner continue to leave it on the ledge? Because he doesn’t
want his wife to know he doesn’t like the lunches she fixes.

Tune in some other time for the next chapter in this thrilling drama.

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IT WAS AN
exciting moment for pedestrians Monday when clerk James E. Carr, 18,
his head bleeding badly from a pistol blow, rushed out of a shoe store
at 516 S. Broadway and yelled, "Get that man!" as the bandit fled.

In
fact, when it appeared a passing streetcar would block two gray-haired
ladies’ view of the bloody young man, one said in dismay, "Oh dear, we
won’t be able to see a thing!"

TELETYPE MACHINES
occasionally go off the beam and all you get is etaoin shrdlu.
The following is a verbatim copy of what came over the AP machine from
Washington: "Adams–who often does the political slugging while
Eisenhower stands aloof–asserted the Democrats ought to know better
and added: ‘As a matter of fact, they ought to be called strictly to
account by the American people for using this subject as party glue.
I’ll simply say this: We Republicans greet the oppositionPYQXTWS simply say this: We Republicans greet the opposition KQKQQPYQX/-AYUQLYYAYQK ……’ " Why Sherm, shame on you!

AT RANDOM —
Everyone was proud of the way Judge Charles H. Woodmansee handed the Sarah Churchill case. However, Paul Rodriguez was intrigued by his triple redundance
in referring to Sir Winston as the greatest living statesman in the
world today" … Vick Knight would have us believe his Key Records
recently rejected songs titled "I Met Her at the Blood Bank but She
Wasn’t My Type" and "Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes, We Just Ran Out
of Gin" … A Reno gambler is about to file a damage suit against a
local professional man charging naughtiness in a gambling deal–a
switch … Yes, the John Reese who wrote the lead Post article on Alec
Guinness is the former L.A. newsman who kicked the habit and now is
known as the sage of San Marino.

   
   

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Paul Coates

Jan. 22, 1958

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Please read this story to the finish.

It’s a shocker. But it’s worth the few minutes it’ll take you to read it.

Because, as they say, there, but for the grace of God–

The subject of the story is Frank E. Vejar. He’s 36 years old, married and the father of a 3-year-old girl.

According to the information which I have concerning him, he had no
police record, no trouble of any kind and had held the same job for
more than 10 years, receiving periodic promotions.

He and his wife were saving to buy a home. They made small deposits in
their savings account toward it every paycheck, and to build their
account a little faster, Frank had worked weekends as a special patrol
officer.

This, basically, was Frank Vejar’s life until the date of March 30, 1957.

On that date, according to his story, he went to visit a real estate
man concerning a property investment. He took his two pistols with
him–one, he said, to sell; the second to do some target practice on
the desert.

But his real estate man wasn’t in. And Frank sat down to wait for him
in a cafe across the street. He looked out the window several times and
he aroused the suspicions of the cafe proprietor, who called the police.

The police came and searched Vejar and his car and found the two
pistols. They took him to the station and booked him on suspicion of
robbery.

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A few days later, the charge was changed to illegal possession of
firearms. He pleaded guilty. He was given a short sentence, but his
troubles were just beginning.

Because soon afterward, he was put in a police lineup and picked out by
a Canoga Park market owner as the man who held up his store. A
preliminary hearing was held and he was set to go on trial for armed
robbery when another man confessed to the crime.

Police brought the market owner back to identify the new suspect, I’m
told, but the market owner was steadfastly sure that Frank was the man.

Fortunately for Frank, the police felt that the witness was too ashamed
to admit he had made a mistake. And finally the district attorney’s
office filed a written request to have the case against Vejar dropped
on the basis of false identification.

But then the police found Frank’s description and the description of
his two revolvers matched that of a suspect in a rape-kidnap case which
remained unsolved after 10 months.

They brought the victims of the rape-kidnap in to look at Frank. They
didn’t put him in a lineup. They just brought the victims into a room
where Frank was sitting.

The victims said yes that was the man. And last May, Frank was charged with the crime–an offense punishable by death.

He remained in County Jail without bail. His trial came up on Sept. 20.

The victims testified that they were positive he was the man, even
though his weight at the time of the crime was 84 pounds in excess of
the weight of the man they originally described.

There was also a green hat found at the scene which the victims had
stated that the suspect wore pulled down over his eyes. It was a small
hat and it sat with comic irony on top of Frank’s large head.

But that’s all that was comic. In spite of some diligent detective work
by the public defender to show that Frank was in a different place at
the time of the kidnap, most of the jurors believed him guilty.

The jury hung–11 for conviction, one for acquittal. And Frank went back to jail to await a new trial.

It came Dec. 2. Two new lawyers entered the case in Frank’s behalf–one
appointed by the court, the second because he was convinced of Frank’s
innocence.

This time it was 7-5 for acquittal and another hung jury.

At neither trial did the prosecutor from the district attorney’s office
introduce the hat which looks so foolish perched on top of Frank’s
head. Nor, in the first trial, did he introduce the weapons which were
found on Frank.

If he had, he would have weakened his case.

 

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Fortunately for Frank, the defense counsel learned of the hat and
introduced it at both trials. And equally fortunate, when the weapons
were introduced at the second trial, the defense showed that they were
not similar–as first suspected–to the weapons used in the kidnap.

I’m not an attorney.

And obviously, I cannot comment properly on the prosecutor’s techniques in trying the case.

But I’m a reporter and I can question what at least seems to be an
apparent effort to avoid introducing evidence which might damage the
state’s case for conviction.

We don’t obligate the district attorney to convict.

We obligate him only to see that justice–whichever way it turns–is done.

Frank Vejar, who’s been in County Jail since last spring, gets another
crack at justice when he goes to trial for the third time on the same
charge next Thursday.

[According to California death records, Frank E. Vejar died Jan. 15,
1999, at the age of 77. The Times reported his arrest, but did not
cover his trials. Note that although Coates said Vejar had two revolvers, one is a semiautomatic–lrh].

   
   

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Raymond bombing

 

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Isn’t Google Earth amazing? According to this satellite photo, the distance from the LAPD surveillance post at 2711 E. 7th St. post to Harry Raymond’s house at 955 Orme was 440 feet.

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The cardinal speaks

Here’s a time capsule of Catholic thought as it stood 50 years ago from the Mirror. Cardinal McIntyre approves of censorship and picketing indecent films (when necessary), discourages teenagers from "going steady," doesn’t think Sen. John F. Kennedy’s religion will be an obstacle in the 1960 presidential election and disapproves of "progressive education."

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LAPD HQ

 

LAPD headquarters

Photographs by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times

More of the facade is being installed on the building. The top photo was taken Jan. 18 and the photo below was taken Jan. 21, 2008.

 

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Jan. 22, 1958

 

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Raymond bombing

 

Jerry's Joynt

Dist. Atty. Buron Fitts calls for a grand jury investigation … An update in the Paul Wright murder trial (by the way, the house in Glendale where the killings occurred was still standing as of a few years ago). Anyone interested in famous defense attorney Jerry Giesler should take note …  Bookies operating openly at Santa Anita? … And I can’t resist posting an ad for Jerry’s Joynt in Chinatown …

 

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Jan. 22, 1908

A juicy murder trial draws curious throngs … Food poisoning from a bad sausage kills a Civil War hero and his wife … And note the ad for the Salt Lake Route, which was acquired by Union Pacific in 1921…

 

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110 revisited

 

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Photograph by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times

Salonica Street is a popular dumping ground for cars that have been wrecked on the southbound Pasadena Freeway. This car has been sitting here for weeks. For a while, another wreck was keeping it company, but that one disappeared. 

Update on the Jan. 11 post: This car has finally disappeared, Jan. 21, 2008.

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Matt Weinstock

Jan. 21, 1958

Matt_weinstockd Apropos of no one knows what, a whiskered habitue of Hill Street cafe society known as Buttercup mused the other night, "Well, in a couple of months now I’ll be getting my pension — then I can start taking things easy."

The joint, El Rainbow, rocked with laughter, which still echoes when the remark is recalled. It is common knowledge that Buttercup has made something of a career of not working.

It is also unanimously agreed that if Buttercup manages to take things easier than he has in the last few years, he will achieve the all-time high in relaxation.

THERE’S JUST the trace of Madison Avenue in this notice in the Postal Bulletin for Jan. 16: "As a result of various experiments and favorable comments, the use of cuspidors in all postal installations is discontinued effective Feb. 1. This is in the interest of employee welfare and morale, improved conditions and other attendant benefits."

Morale?

1958_0121_young HIS MOTHER took Mike Richards, 6, to the barbershop and as usual Mike was uncooperative. Finally she said, "If you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to take those boots away from you."

She was referring to the cowboy boots he received for Christmas, his most prized possession.

"And if that doesn’t work," said Mike in the cool, challenging voice of Wyatt Earp, "what are you going to do?"

A RECENT SERMON here on semasiology (a fancy word for "semantics") drew quite a spate (a fancy word for "flood") of rebuttal.

It had to do with adman Jack Smalley’s embarrassing discovery that he had incorrectly used the world "fulsome" in a radio commercial and his consolation in finding that W. Somerset Maugham  also appeared to have used it improperly.

Half a dozen readers upheld Maugham’s usage and disparaged Smalley. Another half a dozen said maybe.

Others encouraged further discussion of words that mean the opposite of what some people think ("enervate," "sophisticated," the noun "glamour").

It also elicited a confession from W.G. Kibbey of Tujunga. Many times in writing letters of condolence to bereaved friends, he expressed the hope that the deceased would get safely across the River Styx. One day he looked it up and was aghast to find it referred to the lower world, not the upper.

But as Dr. Siegfried Kreisler puts it, "I love the labyrinths of the English language."

FOR NEARLY 40 years a lady named Julia has been fulsomely addicted to a comic strip featuring a precocious, hard-minded little girl of about 7 who is always seeing things more clearly than anyone else and getting them out of jams.

Well, the lady has finally given up on the kid. A strip a few days ago had someone saying of her, "This child is too young to hear such things."

It occurred to Julia that maybe the kid who never grows up is too young to hear the harsher things, but SHE isn’t.

AT RANDOM — When someone else calls attention to Estelle Taylor’s being on the Animal Regulation Commission, Stanley Denton says, "Naturally — she was once married to a boxer" (Jack Dempsey) … Marshall Kandell of the LACC Collegian reports that at a recent gathering of University of Minnesota undergrads, the student body president committed this classic non sequitur, "This is the height of epitome" … Sobering piece of information from Will Harriss: The country around Waterproof, La., has been declared a hardship area by the federal government on account of a three-year drought … Ed DeVere, Culver City editor, answers his phone, "DeVere here."

       

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‘Horror castle’

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Jan. 21-23, 1958
Los Angeles

People who lived on Lorna Lane in Brentwood had any number of reasons for staying away from the home of Maurice and Dr. Paula Olivier.

It could have been the gates, which were always locked.

Perhaps it was the frontyard, where the Oliviers cut down two large trees and installed floodlights that burned all night — until the couple had the utilities shut off because they thought the neighbors were stealing electricity.*

Possibly it was the fire started by candles that the Oliviers were using because there was no power.

It could have been the smell, because according to the Mirror, the Oliviers’ "horror castle" was sparsely furnished and filled with tin cans and debris.

Maybe it was because Maurice, a pharmacologist who was busy inventing tranquilizers, had long, shaggy hair and warned people not to trespass.

Or because he and his wife always answered the door armed with a pistol.

And some might avoid the house after police responding to calls about gunshots found 12 bullet holes in the ceiling and more bullet holes in a medicine cabinet and in the headboard of a bed.

Whatever the reason, everybody on Lorna Lane left the Oliviers alone — except for the prowlers who Maurice said were sent by the pharmaceutical companies to steal the secrets to his tranquilizers.

And then one night, the German shepherds got hungry.  All 10 of them.

1958_0121_caged Paula ran to a neighbor’s home, bleeding profusely and covered "literally from head to foot" with dog bites, the papers said. Police responding to the call found the dogs tearing at Maurice. In one of the more bizarre aspects of this bizarre case, doctors discovered that although many of the dog bites were fresh, others were old and had become infected, officials said.

Interviewed from his bed at General Hospital, Maurice blamed the mauling on a dog named Gunner. His wife was mixing formula for some of the younger dogs and pointed a spoon at Gunner, Maurice said.

"He’s been taught to lunge at anyone with a weapon in his hand," Maurice said. "I suppose he thought the spoon was a weapon. He lunged at her arm and twisted it. I pulled his tail to  get him away. Then he attacked me. Whenever I’d fight him off, he’d start in on my wife again. None of the other dogs joined in. They just barked and ran around like crazy."

Maurice said he had no idea how Gunner got a bad burn on his back. "Who knows how that happened?" he shrugged.

The dogs were taken to the 11th Avenue Animal Shelter, which was bombarded with calls from people seeking to adopt them. Shelter officials said the Oliviers hadn’t made any arrangements on what to do with them.

The Times never followed up on this story, so we don’t know what became of the dogs or Paula Olivier. According to California death records, Maurice Charles Olivier died June 3, 1996, at the age of 77.

The "horror castle" was apparently torn down. Zillow lists a home at 640 Lorna Lane having been built in 2005. 

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* Alternative explanation: Maurice also said all his money was tied up in litigation against the pharmaceutical companies over his tranquilizer patents.

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Mystery photo

 

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Los Angeles Times file photo

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Who’s the distinguished gentleman with Joe Louis, endorsing Richard Nixon in the 1960 presidential election?

  • Is the gentleman famed architect, Paul Williams, who designed Perino’s among
    many other famed buildings/homes? (Chris Morales). Absolutely right! Very good.

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Jan. 21, 1958

Note the crash of yet another Stratocruiser.

 

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Jan. 21, 1938
Los Angeles

The state attorney general’s office steps into the bombing investigation and everyone in our cast of characters gets ready for the drama. (I love the front page photo of Police Capt. Earle Kynette). On the jump, a photo page gives a better idea of the relationship between Harry Raymond’s house on Orme and the police surveillance post on 7th Street. Looks like the Daily Mirror will be making another field trip. I don’t want to give too much of the story away, but keep your eye on Joe Shaw. In fact, watch everybody. (Also on the jump, two police officers are convicted of rolling drunks–the LAPD was incredibly corrupt during the Shaw era).

Also note (and I don’t have time to do more than mention it) the Paul Wright murder case, which was one of Aggie Underwood’s favorites, mostly because the newspapers had to sanitize what the victims were doing when they were killed. To vastly simplify a complicated case, Wright went to bed, leaving his wife and his best friend in the living room. Only he really didn’t go to bed (I don’t know how he could sleep, no matter how tanked he was, since she was supposedly playing the piano); as I recall from the files, he stayed up and spied on them using a full-length mirror on the bedroom door. He caught them in the act and shot them both with a Luger.

And yes, all of them had been "drinking heavily."

 

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Robber kills self

Here’s a headline that says: "Read Me":"Cornered and Bullet-Riddled, Bandit Blows His Brains Out."

I stumbled across this while researching the mysterious noise mentioned in Matt Weinstock’s column and it’s too good not to share. This is quite a story about a couple of very tough customers. The descriptions are ornate and graphic, especially on the runover. The "death room" for instance. And get a load of the men’s hats.

 

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Matt Weinstock

Jan. 18, 1958

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After a long, persistent search, a collection agency operative the
other day located–in jail–a young man who had become six months
delinquent on a bill he owed. And he told his pathetic story.

He is a foundry worker and his mad passion in life is his hopped-up motorcycle.

His trouble started several months ago when he was motorbiking eastward
on one of the freeways and saw a police car in pursuit. He turned on
the juice to more than 100 mph and was outdistancing the law when he
ran out of gas. For this offense he was fined and his driver’s license
suspended.

Three months later he again ran out of gas while being chased by the gendarmes at great speed. This time he went to jail.

"So you see, the reason I couldn’t pay our bill all these months," he
explained to the collection operative, "I was so broke I couldn’t even
buy enough gas to get away from the cops."

The collection guy, who thought he’d heard everything, acknowledged the
motorcyclist’s logic, then quietly stole away, to return another day.

SPEAKING OF crime
and punishment, a man arrested in a liquor store holdup had a market
stickup three days before pinned on him because the gun used on both
occasions was painted a wicked chartreuse.

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This is a blow to police reporters. Hitherto, points out Sid Hughes,
they’ve had to be concerned only with a robbery suspect’s description
and type of gun. Now, color of gun.


TWO WILSHIRE BOULEVARD

publicity men, Bill Day and Rudy Wilson, got to reminiscing about their
boyhood in L.A. and they have decided to come forward and confess their
part in the eerie, mysterious noise which terrified residents of the
Virgil Avenue-Temple Street area about 45 years ago.

The noise was front page news for a few days and was attributed to escaping underground gas from old oil wells in the vicinity.

Actually the noise was created by a bunch of youngsters, including Bill
and Rudy. They ran a 100-foot resined cord through a hole in a 10-foot
square galvanized iron real estate sign and pulled it back and forth.

They became so expert they could evoke everything form a low rumble to
a high shriek which could be heard as far as what was then, at least,
Westlake Park.

Gosh the best my sissy gang could do was yank trolleys off the wire at the end of the line after the motorman had switched them.

I HAD
high hopes that my recalcitrant typewriter would turn over a new platen
with the new year but it’s apparent I was just a dreamer.

We’ll be chugging along fine, me with my touch system, Elsie with her
nuts and bolts, until we come to a word to which she is allergic.

No matter how much control I try to exercise, old Elsie persists in
spelling perpahs for perhaps, fihgt for fight, gun for fun, nears for
earns, fell for feel, guess what for heel and assorted other
transpositions.

Perpahs it’s metal fatigue.

FOOTNOTES —
The Palms Women’s Club held an Oriental Luncheon the other day. That
is, the decoration motif was Oriental. The food was tamale pie … No
word from Westbrook about Eleanor Roosevelt being selected the most
admired woman for the 11th consecutive year. A thing like that could
get frustrating … Anybody else notice they completed those traffic
islands along the Miracle Mile just in time — to start tearing up the
street again. Or as one businessman puts it, "again and yet" … By the
way, did you notice the panelists on the TV program "The Last Word"
vetoed the White House-approved word "finalize" as "personally
unattractive" … And so ends Be Kind to Matt Weinstock Week,
proclaimed by Book Editor Rex Barley on finding some books of short
stories he thought I’d like. Sorry, too busy not finding any good ones
in the magazines.

   
   

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Game of the Century

By Keith Thursby, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
January 20, 2008

Watching a college basketball game on TV used to be a very big deal.

Can it really be 40 years ago that a very young version of me–I was nearly 11–was one of countless sports fans and curious coach potatoes who watched UCLA lose to Houston, 71-69, in the Houston Astrodome? The first regular-season basketball game to be televised nationally was beamed into my little black and white set in Norwalk. I was a witness to history, even though as a UCLA fan I hated the result.

1968_0120_page_2I must admit, I don’t remember much of the game. It did seem a little more like a prize fight than a basketball game, with the huge crowd and the basketball court set like a boxing ring on the stadium floor.

UCLA was hampered by an eye injury to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, then known as Lew Alcindor. Newspapers in the days leading up to the game had stories about his condition, whether he would play and if he could be anything close to full strength. He played but wasn’t the same dominating player.

"The second half, I could tell he was real tired," teammate Lynn Shackelford told The Times’ Robyn Norwood in a 1998 story looking back at the game. "We kind of had to wait on him a few times to set up the offense–kind of like his last three years in the NBA. We weren’t used to that when he was 20."

Alcindor finished with only 15 points and was overshadowed by Houston’s star, Elvin Hayes, who had 39 points.

A big part of the game’s history, of course, was simply that UCLA lost, snapping a 47-game win streak. Alcindor hadn’t lost a game since high school. The Times’ Jeff Prugh, writing the game story in the next morning’s paper, put its significance about as directly as possible: "It happened!"

The game was credited with showing that basketball can be a ratings winner on television. Dick Enberg, the longtime Southern California sportscaster (Angels, Rams and UCLA) who called the game in Houston, said in The Times’ 1998 story: "You could credit some of the national success of college basketball to the game being on TV. Now, you can check the TV Guide and see 20 games a week."

Like many a kid growing up in Southern California back then, UCLA basketball for me was a television event. After all, no other team in town offered same-night delayed broadcasts of their home games. The Channel 5 games–Enberg did those games too–became appointment viewing for sports fans long before TiVo was invented.

Waiting up to watch an hours-old game sounds prehistoric now. Just like watching anything on a black and white TV. I could get a better picture watching a game on a phone.

But the games were special. A lot of that started in the Astrodome that night.

These days, I often find myself doing the dad thing and telling my two teenage sons to turn off that obscure college basketball game so they can do their homework. After all, there will be more games to choose from the next night.

But will they see anything to match what I’ve seen in black and white? Hard to imagine.


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Keith Thursby is deputy design director for The Times’ California section. He also spent four years as sports editor of the Orange County Edition.         

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Game of the Century

J.R. Gonzales, who writes the Bayou City History blog at the Houston Chronicle, takes a look at the game from the Cougars’ perspective. Because this was a local story for the Chronicle, he’s got quite a few nice, sharp staff pictures (The Times ran AP for some reason) and the front page. 

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