Note: Carl Sandburg died at the age of 89, despite his predictions.*
* Of course, if you figure he lived 32,703 days, he was right. It is divisible by 11.
Note: Carl Sandburg died at the age of 89, despite his predictions.*
* Of course, if you figure he lived 32,703 days, he was right. It is divisible by 11.
Jan. 5, 1908
Los Angeles
I love looking through the early 20th century issues of The Times. For one thing, they are only about 26 pages and the ads are amazing. Here’s a shout-out to Nathan Marsak of the 1947project. Feeling a little run down? Nothing like a swig of radium and sulfur to perk you up. "Sparkles like champagne AND it’s radioactive." I kind of like that.
(Bonus fact: Colegrove was named for Sen. Cornelius Cole and was
bounded by Melrose Avenue, Sunset Boulevard, Gower and Sewart streets,
according to The Times).
Here’s what we looked like 100 years ago. Notice we have the eight-column grid, and illustrations instead of photographs. I don’t believe the dropcaps on those stacked headlines will come back anytime soon. Most important, there’s almost no local news on the front page, except for the index and three-bullet items in the first column.
Jan. 5, 1908
Los Angeles

Journey back with me now to the simple, carefree days of life in Los Angeles in 1908.
You might wonder what our great-grandparents were up to 100 years ago, or 30 years before the ground-breaking for the Pasadena Freeway.
Perhaps you
imagine your great-uncle in the parlor serenading the family on the
mandolin or winding up the Victrola while great-grandma was opening the
kitchen door for the iceman and wondering if great-grandpa had stopped
off at the saloon on the way home.
In a word: No.
Strangely enough, what they were really doing exactly a century ago was
complaining about the awful traffic in Los Angeles. But wait, you say,
we’re talking about 1908. Traffic couldn’t have been all that terrible,
could it?
Indeed, it was.
"At every corner where two streets cross, we used to see an express
wagon, as many as four at a junction, standing there most of the day
waiting for business to come to them. And at some places were these big
furniture vans almost as big as a house," one unidentified councilman
said, according to The Times of May 16, 1908.
The councilman was speaking about the results of an ordinance described
in The Times on Jan. 5, 1908, that established a downtown "business
district" and a "congested district," where traffic was to be tightly
regulated.
The business district was a large chunk of downtown from Los Angeles
Street to Hill Street and generally Temple to 10th Street. (It’s more
complicated than that, but I don’t want to overly tax anyone’s
knowledge of local geography–the Google map is complicated by the fact that I have to approximate where Marchessault Street was).
I wonder if you can guess the boundaries of the newly designated congested district.
Oh, come on. Try.
Did someone say "Spring Street and Broadway from 1st to 7th?" How about "1st through 6th streets from Hill to Main?"
It’s painfully familiar, isn’t it?
Now remember, this is 1908. Was our new friend, the automobile, the problem?
Mostly, no. In general, it was freight vehicles drawn by animals, which
were banned from the congested district from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. seven
days a week.
Here are selections from the 1908 traffic ordinance:
"Between the hours of 8 o’clock a.m. and 7 o’clock p.m. of any day, it
shall be unlawful for any person to drive or propel upon any street in
the congested district of the city of Los Angeles, excepting 3rd Street:
Any freight vehicle drawn by more than four animals
or any two freight vehicles hitched in tandem
or any crude oil wagon
or any freight vehicle, the bed, body or carrying part of which shall exceed 20 feet in length or 8 1/2 feet in width
or any freight vehicle carrying a load, which load, together with the
bed, body or carrying part of said vehicle shall at any point occupy a
space greater than 20 feet in length or 8 1/2 feet in width.
The law also banned furniture vans, express or other wagons waiting for hire.
And at last, the regulation mentions automobiles: The number of cabs,
autos or other passenger vehicles that may "stand on any block in the
congested district" is limited to six, not more than three on one side
of the street, nor within 75 feet of a corner.
And notice this: "They must have permission of the occupant of the property and a license from the Police Commission."
In addition, the speed limit for all vehicles was 12 mph in much of the
downtown area (again, it’s more complicated than that but that’s the
basic principle). The speed limit at intersections in the business
district was 6 mph.
Not surprisingly, the new provisions of the complicated ordinance sowed
confusion among the courts, police officers and drivers (of wagons,
apparently).
Did it help ease traffic? The unidentified councilman thought so,
but the drivers of freight wagons fought hard against the law.
Interestingly enough, the regulations made parking permits from the
Police Commission a valuable commodity that sold for $500 to $1,500
($10,433.26-$31,299.77 USD 2006).
Yep. I was thinking the same thing.
Photograph by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times
Every year, in the middle of broken glass, bits of metal and trash, these California poppies come up in a crack in the pavement at the Salonica Street entrance to the southbound Pasadena Freeway. There’s no on-ramp, just a stop sign and a right turn, so I always have time to admire them while I’m waiting for a break in traffic.
Here’s an interesting curio I found on EBay: A badge purportedly issued by the Pacific Electric Railway. I’m always suspicious of items like this because reproductions are common and frankly I wasn’t sure the PE had a police force.
However, a quick trip to ProQuest reveals several stories in 1906 and 1907 about Pacific Electric Police Detective George Churchill, who investigated the theft of copper wire from the trolley system, the mysterious death of a car conductor and chased down a man who threw a rock through the window of Car No. 353 on the Long Beach line. He also arrested two men on the Santa Ana line who amused themselves by ringing up $30 in extra fares when the conductor wasn’t looking.
(Given stories like these–and there are many more–I find it a miracle that the streetcar system has acquired sainthood in contemporary Los Angeles. Have you ever wondered what happened when a trolley car hit a horse? Think about it. The carnage on the streets of early 20th century Los Angeles is not to be believed).
And no, I don’t get a percentage on this item or anything of the kind. Rather, this is another example of the amazing trove of history that turns up on EBay. It isn’t a can of smog or photos of Julian Eltinge, but interesting in its own way. EBay has certainly offered me an outlet for excess cash in procuring copies of Confidential magazine for the Daily Mirror. (And to all of you who have asked: No, to the best of my knowledge no library or archive owns a complete run of Confidential).
Jan. 4, 1958
New York

Photographs by Dan McCormack / Los Angeles Times
Howard Rushmore on Aug. 12, 1957, during the Confidential magazine trial.
I already touched on Howard Rushmore’s suicide when writing in May about another tragic figure in the Confidential magazine case, Ronnie Quillan.
Howard Rushmore testifies, Aug. 9, 1957.
And as a bonus, courtesy of Steven Bibb, here’s the famous Robert Mitchum "I’m a hamburger" story from Confidential, July 1955. Although Mitchum brought a $1-million suit against Confidential over this story, I cannot find any accounts in The Times reporting on the outcome.

Note the July 1955 cover in this photo of Deputy Dist. Atty. William Ritzi from the trial.
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Page 2
The Bimini Baths, 3rd Street at Vermont Avenue, Dec. 28, 1902. Note the reference to being part of an old oilfield. Also note the 225-volt lights.
Jan. 1, 1958
Los Angeles

Officers Ed Neville and R.O. Potter of the Wilshire Division began the year on a thankful note: They were alive.
As final hours of 1957 ticked away, the officers were called to an apartment at 443 S. Alexandria Ave., where 21-year-old Carol Stoos had slashed her wrists. Stoos was taken to the Central Receiving Station and treated.
With the incident closed, Neville and Potter were returning to the
Wilshire Division station when they saw a car carrying two men and two
women speeding on Wilshire near Serrano Avenue. They stopped the driver, Marine Cpl. John Serino, 19, at 6th Street and Manhattan Place and in checking the license plates, found that he was driving a stolen car.
Neville tried to put his handcuffs on Serino, but the El Toro Marine
drew a revolver from a shoulder holster and fired five times at Neville
and once at his partner, missing all six times.
The two officers killed Serino, firing 15 shots, The Times said. Serino
was hit four times, leaving us to wonder what became of the other 11
bullets. Fortunately, although a total of 21 shots were fired, neither
of the officers, nor Serino hit the other three people in the car:
Marine Pfc. Noel Land, 18; Theresa Richaurd, 20; or Irene Marsalek, 29,
who happened to be Stoos’ roommate.*
Serino’s three companions were arrested on charges of murder (this may
not make sense at first, but yes, it is a point of law). Richaurd told
police that Serino had forced her to take the .38-caliber revolver they
found in her purse.
The Times never followed up on this story, so we don’t know what became
of any of these people. But we do know that they all began the new year
with a second chance.
Feb. 11, 1917
Los Angeles
The Times published a map of the Silver Lake Parkway, intended as a beautification project for something called the Bimini Slough. The article notes that Westlake (MacArthur) and Sunset (Lafayette) parks were also built from reclaimed "sump holes."
Bimini Slough, in case you want to trace the path of what The Times called unreclaimable swampland, ran from 6th and Alexandria, east along 6th Street to Vermont Avenue, followed Vermont north past the "Bimini Baths" to 1st Street, then went in a diagonal to Silver Lake Reservoir. The slough was a notorious civic eyesore, having been used as an informal dumping ground for years, The Times says. The slough was filled and graded in 1931, making way for a major realignment of 3rd Street that opened in 1932.
The reason? To ease badly congested traffic on 6th and 8th streets. It may be difficult to believe that Los Angeles had bad traffic 76 years ago–but we did.
Note: Three Border Patrol agents crawling through brush found Roberta Elizabeth Donovan the next day, asleep in a clump of mesquite. Also note ABC’s settlement with Police Chief William Parker over remarks by Mickey Cohen in an interview with Mike Wallace. That’s $317,976.76 USD 2006.
Speaking of City Hall,
here’s a frame grab from "Chinatown," with the fabulous cinematography
of John Alonzo. I was quite fortunate to hear him discuss the making of
"Chinatown" at a presentation many years ago. If you live in Los Angeles and have never seen "Chinatown," go out immediately and rent it. Today.

Hollis Mulwray (Darrell Zwerling) announces that he will not approve the Alto Vallejo Dam and Reservoir, which would be at risk of failing like the Van der Lip Dam (based on the St. Francis Dam disaster).
"It won’t hold. I won’t build it. It’s that simple. I’m not going to make the same mistake twice."

Photographs by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times
I found a trace of the past while exploring Sterling Place just west of Orange Grove Avenue: A parking sign from the Automobile Club of Southern California. I can’t say I’ve ever seen another one like it in South Pasadena. At one time the Auto Club was extremely active in posting signage all over Southern California.
Jan. 2, 1958
Carmel, Calif.
Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
Edward Weston, after receiving a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1937, when he was living at 4166 Brunswick Ave., Los Angeles.*
One of the greatest photographers of the 20th century receives a one-paragraph obituary in The Times. This is almost beyond belief. The next month, in a feature about a memorial exhibit at Barnsdall Park, Times art editor Arthur Millier offered a tribute to Weston:
I believe he taught two generations to see. Perhaps what I really mean is that he taught me to see. An exhibition of his photographs in 1924 staged by the local Japanese photographers opened my eyes. Everything his eyes saw had its special beauty.
The last time I saw Edward Weston, four years ago, he was shaking with Parkinson’s disease. He could no longer work in his darkroom. He had finally yielded to the requests of the Eastman Co. to try out their newest color film. Film–and this went against his Thoreaulike grain–that he could not himself develop.
These color prints are not included in the Barnsdall Park show. But they are the finest color photographs ever made. He proved that photography is not just a matter of snapping a button. To be good, there must be an artist behind the lens.
Louis Clyde Stoumen made a motion picture designed to show people the world of Edward Weston. It’s title: "The Naked Eye." This film, which should be shown soon, is the finest tribute yet given to the greatest artist I have known–Edward Weston.
Here’s the photographer in his own words from 1928. Given his comments about the purity of photography and the evils of manipulating the negative or the print, I suspect he would have detested Photoshop.
* This is so weird. Weston lived a mile from Caryl Chessman, 3280 Larga Ave.
Update: Although The Times reported at least twice that Weston lived at 4166 Brunswick Ave., finding this home is a bit of a challenge. The online Los Angeles street directory for 1938 lists him as living at 4102 Verdant, a block from Brunswick. Further research is clearly in order.
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| Los Angeles Police Department Crime Statistics |
|||
| Offense | 1956 | 1957 | Increase/Decrease |
| Homicide | 104 | 119 | +14.4% |
| Rape | 1,056 | 1,271 | +20.4% |
| Robbery | 3,548 | 4,269 | +20.3% |
| Aggravated Assault | 5,315 | 5,786 | +8.9% |
| Burglary | 22,799 | 26,887 | +17.9 |
| Larceny (Except Auto Theft) | 45,276 | 50,173 | +10.8% |
| Auto Theft | 10,342 | 13,203 | +27.7% |
| Worthless Checks | 12,782 | 17,390 | +36.1% |
| Total |
101,222 |
119,098 |
+17.7% |
This is only a sample of the extensive annual crime statistics compiled by the Los Angeles Police Department. The summary notes that 1957 "was the highest year on record for reported crimes and attempts."
The highest crime areas were: Central Division, 10,426 crimes per 100,000 population; and Newton Street Division, 10,169 crimes per 100,000 population. The safest areas were the West Valley Division, 2,774 per 100,000 population; and West Los Angeles Division, 2,907 crimes per 100,000 population.
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| 1957 Homicides by LAPD Division | |
| 77th Street Division | 27 |
| University Division | 18 |
| Central Division | 16 |
| Newton Division | 15 |
| Harbor Division | 10 |
| Hollywood Division | 6 |
| Wilshire Division | 6 |
| Valley Division | 5 |
| Highland Park Division | 4 |
| Hollenbeck Division | 4 |
| West Valley Division | 4 |
| West Los Angeles Division | 3 |
| Venice Division | 1 |
Source: Los Angeles Police Department, annual report for 1957
Ready for the 1958 Rose Parade? Let’s step off.
Photograph by John Malmin / Los Angeles Times
The Long Beach Mounted Police, accompanied by a stray dog.

Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
Rose Queen Gertrude Eleanor Wood and her court.

Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
"Summer Time," See’s Candy Shops

Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
"California, Here I Come," Alhambra
Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
Los Angeles County Sheriff Eugene Biscailuz. I suspect future Sheriff Peter Pitchess is accompanying him, but he isn’t identified in this photo.
Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
"Jewels of the Magi," City of Indio.
Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
"Hawaiian Paradise," City of Glendale.
Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
"New Worlds to Conquer," City and County of San Diego.
Photograph by Art Rogers / Los Angeles Times
"A Dream of Far-Off Places," Union Oil.