Dec. 20, 1949
Los Angeles
Photograph by R.O. Ritchie / Los Angeles Times
The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, decorated for Christmas in a photo published in The Times, Dec. 20, 1949.
I sense a note of sarcasm here. Actually, several notes. More like a fanfare, really. Either that or imdb has fallen down on the job. And we know that never happens.
Dec. 29, 1951
Los Angeles
Los Angeles Times file photo
At the Jewish Home for the Aged, Benjamin Gorelik* lights the candles to illustrate Hanukkah in a photograph published Dec. 29, 1951. Gorelik, who died Feb. 1, 1952, was 90 according to California death records and 92 according to The Times caption. He also appears in a 1948 photo from the Jewish Home for the Aged, 325 S. Boyle Ave., so we can assume he spent his last years there. The rest of his life remains an untold story and I’ll bet it was an interesting one.
*The caption refers to him as Benjamin Gorelick. However California death records and the 1948 photo spell his name Gorelik.
Nov. 27, 1957

[Note: This is the article that inspired Lenny Bruce’s famous bit on airplane glue–lrh. Below right, Bruce in 1963, by Times photographer Bill Murphy; bottom right, with his daughter Kitty, also in in 1963, by Times photographer Don Cormier].
This is a horror story for children, and I hope they read it.
It’s
the story of a new "kick" among Southern California teenagers which,
unless it’s halted immediately, is going to result in some very tragic
deaths. Already, nearly a dozen juveniles, from 12 to 17, have been
hospitalized or put under doctor’s observation.
Two are in Juvenile Hall, suffering apparent addiction symptoms. One has been in the hospital ward there since Saturday.
And
numerous others have admitted to their parents, school officials and
sheriff’s officers that they have been participating in the "fad."
The fad, as ridiculously harmless as it sounds, is sniffing glue of the type used in making model airplanes.
It
has become dangerously widespread among junior high and high school
students in the Bellflower area, with isolated reports of cases
beginning to pop up in other county districts.
Authorities admit they are in a quandary. There is no law against sale of the airplane-type glue.
"The only course is a process of education,’ said Lt. Harold Stockbridge of the Norwalk Sheriff’s Juvenile Detail.
"Meanwhile, we are pushing an investigation to determine the exact extent of the practice."
The
procedure followed by the kids is to purchase 10-cent tubes of glue
(with extremely high benzene content), squeeze the substance onto small
bits of rag, and then inhale the fumes either through the mouth or nose.
Inhalation of the fumes has an immediate exhilarating effect. The user becomes giddy, or as one boy described it to me, "We climb up to Cloud Nine."
That’s the immediate effect noticed by the kids.
Other
possible effects, described to me today by William Prillmayer,
assistant chief of the Los Angeles office of the Federal Food and Drug
Administration, are:
1–Immediate death.
2–Permanent body damage.
"One
strong dose definitely could be fatal," Prillmayer told me. "And
repeated use of benzene can cause the heart to vibrate itself
practically to pieces."
Prillmayer listed as possible complications from repeated small doses:
Depression of the central nervous system, weak heartbeat, gastric irritation, anemia and irregular muscular movement.
He
said that doses such as many of the teenagers have taken, over a period
of time, could dissolve the fat tissue of the body, which would then
infiltrate into the bone marrow. This causes a breakdown in the blood
because it prevents new red corpuscles from being manufactured.
I
bought a tube of the type of glue being inhaled by the kids yesterday
to have it analyzed by Dr. Ralph Willard of the Hollywood Testing
Laboratories.
His report:
It contained more than 50% benzene.
I also talked with parents of some of the admitted users.
One
mother told me that her 13-year-old son, who had been inhaling benzene
since midsummer, began to have fainting spells and, on a few occasions,
passed out on lawns on the way home from school.
"There were other times," she told me, "when he’d just go blank–he wouldn’t know where he was."
Finally, this week, the boy broke down and told his mother the cause of his illnesses. Today, he’s in a hospital.
Another parent reported that his son had complained for the last few months of severe head- and stomachaches.
When the man finally learned the cause of his boy’s illness, the boy told him:
"All the guys got them. But we’d ease the stomachaches by eating tubes of toothpaste. It didn’t hurt so much then."
One woman told me that her 14-year-old son had been inhaling the volatile fluid since June.
"He finally told us so two days ago," she said.
During the five-month period, she told me, the boy suffered a complete reversal in personality.
"He began getting in fights and committing petty thefts," she said. "Once, he even poked the manager at the movies."
I asked her if she didn’t suspect something was wrong.
"Now," she answered, "I can see how blind I’ve been. He apparently was sniffing my nail polish and gasoline too.
"Because,
sometimes, I’d notice my nail polish bottle had been used, and my
husband complained that someone was taking gasoline from the garage.
"The boy even was so careless as to leave little squares of cloth around the house, with glue on them, but I didn’t catch on."
The parents I talked with all were from Bellflower.
One by one, over the last several days, they learned that their children were involved in a very serious health problem.
Some discussed it with doctors, others with law enforcement groups, and still others with school officials.
The
culmination came two nights ago, when representatives from 29 involved
families decided to meet and bring the matter into the open.
"We asked various officials to attend,’ one mother told me, "but the only one who did so was the principal of the high school."
The principal, John C. Fisher of Bellflower High School, said:
"We’re
calling in all the boys on the list given us by the parents. We’ll do
everything in our power to halt this extremely alarming practice."
As a mother put it:
"It’s
been a case, up to now, of the word being spread from one kid to
another–and all they learned about the glue was the so-called kicks
you could get from it.
"By having adults bring it out in the
open and discuss it–now they’ll know the dangers too. And I don’t
think any sane child will inhale the stuff if he knows it can kill him."
And it can kill a person–quite easily.
If
you read the papers closely, you will see articles, all too frequently,
about men dying while inside storage tanks or railroad tank cars which
had contained certain fuels with high benzene content.
Cause of death: Asphyxiation or heart failure from inhaling the fumes.
And those who don’t die can continue to carry the poison in their systems.
As one physician explained it to me:
"A
person may go days or years afterward without suffering the
effects–and then, all of a sudden, have a complete physical breakdown."
If that doesn’t scare our teenagers, then they’re a lot dumber than I think they are.
Dec. 23, 1936
Los Angeles
Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
A 10-piece orchestra of elementary students serenades Times Publisher Harry Chandler. The students also visited Mayor Frank Shaw and school Supt. Frank A. Bouelle. Student musicians included cornetists Wayne Crapser, Raymond Isum, Josephine Satterfield and John Woodward; flutists Richard Padgham and Dino Williams; clarinetists Patches Quaintance and (illegible); trombonist Robert (illegible); and Richard Cassel on bells.
Dec. 6, 1950
Los Angeles
On a tour of the University of Judaism and its museum, Peter M. Kahn Sr. tells the story of Hanukkah to Lawrence Shapiro, Judith Ann Simon, Ned and Michael Shapiro and Shelley Gach. Kahn, the first president of Mount Sinai Hospital and head of the Growers Marketing Co., was chairman of the University of Judaism's board. He died in 1952 at the age of 73. The Jewish Community Library of Los Angeles bears his name.
Photograph by Larry Harnisch / The Los Angeles Times
The new Los Angeles Police Department headquarters under construction, Dec. 1, 2007.
Nov. 29-30, 1957
Los Angeles

We’re in one of those hilly neighborhoods east of Glendale
Boulevard, a couple blocks north of Echo Park. They’re putting in
Dodger Stadium just over the hill. Everybody else is having
Thanksgiving dinner and she gets dumped.
Let’s get out and take a look. Watch where you walk and don’t touch anything.
This is her. On her back, with her shoes under her arm. Here’s the tire
prints. Somebody pulled up, lifted her out of the car and dragged her
next to a hedge near 1812 Ewing St.* She was flashy, all dressed up in
red. Red pedal pushers and a red bolero top. Maybe nobody ever told her
not to to wear white shoes after Labor Day.
Looks like she’s asleep, doesn’t she? Fresh needle mark in her left
arm; old ones too. And a tattoo on her right wrist: "ARANA."**
This is the second one this month. There was that woman dumped in an
alley at 3531 3/4 9th Ave. on Nov. 16. Mickey Arr, 36-year-old
secretary. She was dressed up too. Dress, sweater and coat.
Let’s get a closer look. How about that? Her pupils are dilated; wide-open and not pinpoints.
Here’s her purse, right next to her. Everything’s here.
Black leather wallet full of baby pictures. Christine and Frederick.
Here’s her hype kit; eyedropper, spoon and syringe.
All right, lady, let’s see who you are. Carol Ann Berutko, 22. One
address says 3836 Lugo, Lynwood, another says 8138 Cypress Ave.*** Works
as a waitress. She’s got a prior from 1955; 90 days for narcotics.
We might as well get going. Nothing else to see here. Poor kid, 22
years old. You wonder what’s going to become of her two children, that
boy and girl, with their mom dead and their dad in jail. You can only
hope for the best.
* The Times said she was "on a dirt slope about 120 feet north of the corner where Ewing dead-ends into Vestal Street."
**Spanish for "spider."
*** The Times and the Mirror reported that her mother lived at 8836 Lugo
Place, which doesn’t exist. This is possibly a typographical error for 3836 Lugo. 8138 Cypress St.
is in Covina; 8138 Cypress Ave. is in South Gate.
Dec. 1, 1957
Los Angeles

George and Bill had known each other for five years and were best
friends. They worked together in an East Los Angeles metal shop and
lived next to one another in Rosemead.
Bill, 30, and his wife had the house
at 4837 N. Halkett Ave., and George, 24, had the house at 4843 N. Halkett, which
he shared with his wife, Lou Ray, 22, and their 4-year-old son, Johnny.
Then Bill and Lou Ray fell in love. It apparently was no secret. The
two couples used to double date and on a Friday night, the four of them
met at George and Lou Ray’s home to talk over the affair.
George asked
that Bill and Lou Ray go off and make a final decision about what they
were going to do. After they left, Bill’s wife went home.
George wrote a note:
"It all depends on what Lou Ray tells me. Bill and Lou Ray think they
are in love. They went out tonight to talk things over and make sure.
If Lou Ray decides she really loves Bill, I’m going through with it.
She and Johnny are all I’ve got. I love Lou Ray so very much.
"I cannot live without her. Johnny boy is my truly heartbreaking reason why I should not do this, but I cannot help it."
About 11:45 p.m., Bill and Lou Ray returned and told George they were
in love. However, they had not reached any decision over what to do
about it. Bill went home.
Half an hour later, Lou Ray found George on the front lawn, shot in the
head with a .22. She ran to Bill’s house and someone called an
ambulance.
George Louis Sposito, 24, was pronounced dead on arrival at General
Hospital. The Times never followed up on this story, so we don’t know
what became of Lou Ray or William D. "Bill" McHenry.
Dec. 2, 1957
Los Angeles
I am always perplexed when I come across one of these 1957 stories in The Times in which a working woman preaches against the evils of working women. It is almost beyond belief that nobody ever questioned this absurd contradiction. But if anyone did, I haven’t found any evidence yet.
In August, there were several stories about working women and the horrors of day care. Here’s an advice column, and I (almost) can’t believe the ridiculous response. The idea of telling a wife that she should pretend to be ill so her husband won’t nag her about working sounds like a plot for Lucy and Desi.
I’m running the column exactly as it appeared, just so people can read it for themselves.
I looked through hundreds of Joe Louis’ pictures today before I finally found two from the Main Street Gym. Of course, since these are from 1939, this is the old Main Street Gym.
Photograph by Maurice Terrell / Los Angeles Times
Here’s Louis on March 28, 1939, with a local fighter named Ernest
"Dynamite" Jackson, a Pacific Coast heavyweight champion who later
became the first African American to get a referee’s license.

Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
This is Louis sparring with Paul Williams at the Main Street Gym in a photo published April 16, 1939, shortly before Louis’ bout with Jack Roper on April 17, 1939, at Wrigley Field. Roper lasted 2 minutes, 20 seconds with Louis.
The statements in this ad may all sound remarkably familiar. In case you young people are wondering what’s going on in this picture: Once upon a time there were service station attendants who pumped the gas (fill ‘er up!) and handed you a charge slip. They even cleaned your windows and checked your oil. I know this is almost impossible to believe, but it is true. Really.
Nov. 28, 1957
Los Angeles
Sometimes you have to wonder where newspapers get their facts–at least I do.

Here’s another take on the story of Zenobia Maddox.
A few things haven’t changed. James Bedford Burton is just as dead as
before, shot five times and beaten with three different lamps during a
home invasion robbery. But many other details are different.
The Mirror interviewed Zenobia–here’s the picture of her, with her
daughter Toni, and three very smashed lamps.
She said Burton and his partner bound
them with adhesive tape (The Times says they were tied up but alludes
cryptically to "binding tape"). Burton sent his partner outside to
wait for Zenobia’s husband, saying: "If he gives you any trouble, kill
him."
But here, the stories diverge. The Times said that Burton put his gun
down so he could light a cigarette. The Mirror says that Burton put the
gun on a bed and began going through dresser drawers. While he was
trying to adjust a watch on his wrist, Zenobia got free and grabbed the
gun, the Mirror said. (Adjusting "a" watch? Was he stealing it? The
Mirror doesn’t say).
"That won’t do you any good. It’s not loaded," Burton told Zenobia.
"I don’t know anything about guns and am scared to death of them," she
said. "But I didn’t believe him. I pointed the gun at the wall behind
him and pulled the trigger. When it fired I pulled the trigger again
and again, only I aimed right at him."
Zenobia continued: "I didn’t think he was dead, so I broke three lamps
over his head. They were brand new ceramic lamps. They even had the
price tags still on them."
She heard a car outside grinding its gears, the Mirror said. "I
guess the other man thought discretion was the better part of valor. I
locked the door to keep him out but he didn’t try to get in," she said.
If she hadn’t died in 2002, I would send Zenobia Maddox some money for a couple of new lamps. She’s awesome.