Paul V. Coates–Confidential File

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July 5, 1957

Lilly Cooper is an average, mature woman.

But she has one quality which separates her from the rest of us older, wiser inhabitants of the world.

She is neither amused nor annoyed by teenage melodramatics.

Instead, she has a true sympatico for them. Because Lilly Cooper probably knows more about our kids than we ourselves do.

One of her jobs is that of "problem" columnist for the teenager magazine Dig.

The magazine has a readership of close to a million and every month
Miss Cooper prints answers to subscribers’ letters dealing with
personal difficulties.

The printed problems involve dating, troubles at home or in school, employment and similar subjects.

But they’re not the ones which bother Miss Cooper.

The ones which disturb her are those she can’t print–without the risk
of stimulating the wrath of hundreds of adults. (And, from letters
received by the magazine, it’s obvious that many parents browse through
it too.)

Her mailbox is full every day.

There is correspondence from girls, 12 and 13 years old, who are
pregnant. From married girls who want to know where babies come from.
From others who want explanations of the invisible, often arbitrary
barriers of religion or race.

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"Yet," Miss Cooper told me, "they write to me–a complete stranger–with the most intimate details."

Miss Cooper asked me to run a few of the letters she couldn’t print.
"To let adults know that teenager melodramatics have a base.

"And to let them decide the cause for themselves."

I will, today and tomorrow.

The letters are quite basic. I’m sorry if they offend you–Unless, of
course, they offend you into positive, constructive thought.

From Judy:

"I’m 15 and I’m going to have a baby in two months.

"My boyfriend and I were engaged, and one night we just went too far. We were going to be married and he got drafted.

"I just wrote him about the baby last month.

"What can I do, he’s overseas and can’t come back to marry me for four
more months. By then the baby will be born and without a father.

"Oh, I’m so worried, please, I love him so much, and he wants the baby as much as I do."

From Louise:

"I am a sophomore at high school and a girl of 16.

"I come from an average family with wonderful parents. I am dating a
boy 20 years old. But because he’s a Mexican I have to lie to Mother
and Dad to be with him.

"I hate to do things behind their backs. What would you suggest?

"Do you think it’s proper for a white girl to date a Mexican?

"Three other girlfriends of mine are in the same boots. And we could use all the information possible."

From Harriet:

"I am 19 years old and have been married six weeks. Now I am pregnant.

"I was wondering if you would tell me how a baby is born and how they start us nursing.

"My mother would never tell me and my doctor just died.

"So you see it is important for me to know this."

From Jane:

"I do have a problem.

"Kenny and I are very much in love. I am just turned 17 and he is 18.
My family don’t like him and have forbidden me to see him because he
has been in jail and had a lot of trouble.

"He is trying to stay out of trouble and has for over a year and a half.

"But a month ago I found out I’m pregnant and Tony’s [cq–lrh] the father.

"He told me to tell my parents but someone said they could charge him with rape.

"He has a job and is setting aside for the baby and our future. He can’t afford any more trouble.

"Please tell us what to do for the future of ourselves and our baby.

"They won’t give consent to our marriage. So we can’t get married till we’re of age."

It’s melodrama, possibly, but it’s more gnawing than annoying.

Certainly, it’s not amusing.

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Driving survey–Route 5

I wouldn’t ask anyone to do something I wouldn’t try myself, so here’s
Route 5 of the Auto Club’s commuting survey from 1957. It’s not an
entirely fair test since I made the trip on a Saturday morning, but it
was an interesting experience all the same.

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Photographs by Larry Harnisch The Los Angeles Times
Washington and Lincoln boulevards, Venice. 10:51 a.m.

Washington and Centinela Avenue, 10:53 a.m.

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Washington and Grand View Boulevard, 10:53 a.m.

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Washington and Sepulveda Boulevard, 10:56 a.m.

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Random shot–King Fahd Mosque

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Washington and Elenda Street, 10:58 a.m.

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Washington and Overland Avenue, 10:59 a.m.

Washington and Ince Boulevard, 11:02 a.m.

Washington and National Boulevard, 11:03 a.m.

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Washington and La Cienega Boulevard, 11:05 a.m.

Wash_adams

Washington and Adams Boulevard, 11:05 a.m.

Adams and Redondo Boulevard, 11:07 a.m.

Adams and 8th Avenue, 11:10 a.m.

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Adams and Arlington Avenue, 11:12 a.m.

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Adams and Western Avenue, 11:13 a.m.

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Adams and Normandie Avenue, 11:15 a.m.

Adams and Hoover Street, 11:17 a.m.

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Auto Club of Southern California, Adams and Figueroa, 11:19 a.m.

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Random shot

I wish I’d gotten a shot of the Helms Bakery,
but it went by too fast.

Total time, 1957: 30 minutes (rush hour)
Total time, 2007: 28 minutes (weekend)

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Valley blaze

The west San Fernando Valley’s tinderbox goes up in flames–again.

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Woman strangled

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July 5, 1957
Los Angeles

What we have is a dead woman and a man who says he strangled
her–except he doesn't remember it.  Or he did remember it and then he
forgot.

No, it doesn't make any sense.

Her name was Ruth Lucero de la O. She was 35 and lived with her three children at 12812 Waltham Ave.,
Baldwin Park. The husband, Albert, 42, a foundry worker, moved out a
year ago because "she had too many men friends." He lives at 1020 W.
91st St.

This is what supposedly happened early Wednesday, July 3, 1957.

Ruth is sitting in the living room reading a magazine. Her 15-year-old
son Jerry comes home about 11 p.m., July 2, 1957, talks to his mother
and goes to bed. His younger sister, Amelia, 13, is spending the night
with a friend. The youngest girl, Marguerite, 5, is asleep in her
bedroom.

Sometime after 2 a.m., the Sheriff's Department gets a call from Jerry,
who is hysterical. "There's something wrong," he says. "It looks like
Mom is all mangled." Later, Jerry says the sound of a door closing woke
him up, and he thought his mother had gone out so he got up to turn off
the radio. 

"I looked out the window and I saw a car. I think it was a 1950 Chevy.
The lights were out and a few minutes later it drove away," he says.

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Jerry goes into the living room and finds his mother strangled. The
Times says she was on the floor near the kitchen and was wearing a
light skirt, white blouse and moccasins. The Mirror says she was fully
dressed, bent backward over an overstuffed chair. The volume on the
radio was turned up high.

"Her hands were behind her and she was all bent over," Jerry says.

According to the medical examiner, Dr. Frederick Newbarr, she may have
been struck on the head and then strangled by someone who approached
her from behind.

"Marks on the woman's neck indicated that the assailant's thumbs had
been placed on the back of her neck and the fingers at the front," the
Mirror says. There are scratches on her neck and detectives speculate
that the killer might have been a woman, The Times says.

On July 18, 1957, a mural painter named Wilber A. White, 12721 Salisbury
St., Baldwin Park,  told investigators that he killed Ruth. White says
he had been loaning Ruth money since she was separated from her husband
and went to her home to discuss finances. White says she "infuriated
him by talking about his wife," so he "grabbed her by the throat and
then threw her aside," The Times says.

Of course, the medical examiner says she was attacked from behind and
struck on the head before being strangled, so White's story doesn't make much sense.

The next day, sheriff's detectives took White and his wife, Allie, to the
home. White says: "I can't believe it. I know I've done something
terrible but I just can't believe it's possible." Then he told
detectives he couldn't remember the killing. "I can't think," he said.
"I just can't think."

After that, the entire case vanishes from the paper.

What else can we find out? Ruth was born June 15, 1922, in New Mexico.
Her mother's maiden name was Enriquez and her maiden name was Lucero.
No recorded Social Security number. [Update: The Albert de la O, born in 1910 is completely unrelated to this incident]. A man named Albert de la O, born
Jan. 6, 1910, in Mexico, died in Los Angeles on Aug. 8, 1979, so I
assume that's the husband.

A man named Wilbur A. White, born May 24, 1917, so he was the same age as the suspect, died in Monterey County in 1964.

Here's a map.
Note that the crime scene is only a little more than three miles from
where the body of Geneva Ellroy was found less than a year later.
Probably a coincidence.

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Safe driving

Happy Fourth of July from the staff of the Daily Mirror!

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August 18, 1944: Times reporter killed covering war

Through most of World War II, Tom Treanor provided Times readers with firsthand accounts of the battle against the Axis as his travels took him to such places as China, South America and Europe.

This is the last story he wrote before being killed Aug. 18, 1944, when a tank made a turn and struck his jeep on a dusty road outside a French village that had just been liberated from the Nazis. He lived long enough to learn that the doctor attending his wounds was from Los Angeles: Capt. William Werner, 1402 Crenshaw Blvd. Treanor told Werner that
he was sorry he wouldn’t be able to cover the liberation of Paris. Continue reading →

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Matt Weinstock

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July 3, 1957

 We have on our hands today a taxpayer in that happy frame of mind known as irate.

He is enraged because he finds himself helpless at fighting City Hall.

Half a dozen years ago he bought a home in the Hollywood Hills. It
wasn’t new, but he and his wife envisioned that it could be made into
their dream home.

They put every cent they could spare into modernizing it and worked
like slaves repainting, landscaping and putting in brick walks. They
even went to night school to learn of cabinetwork. It was a labor of
love.

About a year ago, a bulldozer appeared nearby and carved out a ledge on
the hillside and soon there was erected a house sometimes referred to
as "chicken coop modern." It was promptly sold.

A few months later, the same builder put up another and sold it and now a third is under construction.

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The indignant homeowner and his neighbors complained about these cheap,
unorthodox homes. They were particularly irked because the builder
seemed able to get away with certain techniques in construction that
they had not.

They learned that the only restriction on building in the section was
that homes must cost not less than $5,000. The ordinance so stating
went into effect in 1923. The law is ridiculously outdated, of course.
You can hardly build a garage today for $5,000.

Here’s the angry homeowner’s plaint:

"A man who buys a home to live in is at the mercy of these fast-buck
guys who grab up vacant land and build these chicken-coop homes on
speculation. It’s beside the point that such houses cause the
neighborhood to decline and run down property values. What is needed
down at City Hall is a new conception of home ownership. It’s about
time they rewrote the property and building laws to protect the
homeowner. But he’s only the poor chump who gets nicked for every tax
raise. Nothing is ever done for him. He’s stuck."

Is that an echo I hear?

THE BEAUTY contest
season is upon us. Everywhere you turn, it seems, smiling girls in
unswimmable swimsuits are parading. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not
knocking it.

Once such event was held in a mountain resort a few days ago and as a
bevy–I think the word is bevy–swished past the judges a boy of 5 was
overheard by Lee Austin inquiring in an awed voice:

"Mommy, are you going to do this too?"

THE FLOWERS will
continue to bloom in the spring, the birds will continue to be on the
wing, but things will not be the same up on Mulholland Drive, for lo
these many years a hallowed rendezvous for neckers.

About a week ago, advises Carol Sugar in horror, they put a traffic signal at Mulholland and Beverly Glen Boulevard.
Imagine young couples trying to whisper sweet nothings in the moonlight
as a traffic light winks green, yellow and red at them. It could give
them a complex as if Big Brother were watching.

TRAFFIC casualties are hardly news any more, they’re taking for granted–except by the victims and their loved ones.

William DeLair took his wife to an Eastern Star meeting a few nights ago at Masonic Hall on Daly Street.
He was waiting outside for the meeting to end so he could take her home
when he was struck by an auto and killed. In this case the tragedy was
deeper than most. Mrs. DeLair is blind.

MISCELLANY—
Big uproar among the ladies who save Green Stamps. They’re discovering
inflation has hit the premiums and for their precious books of stamps
they get, say a two-quart stew pan instead of a three-quart one. . .
Statistic for tomorrow: In 1903, according to the Safety Council, 466
persons were killed by fireworks, 400 in auto crashes. Last year one
person died of fireworks injuries, approximately 40,000 in auto
crashes. . . When the boss returned from his vacation the other day in
a midtown office the help was all wearing black mourning bands on their
sleeves as a gag. He didn’t think it was funny.
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The Daily Mirror commuting challenge

 

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July 3, 1957
Los Angeles

We complain about traffic all the time. But how much worse is driving in L.A. than it was in 1957?

We can find out.

Best of all, you can help!

You might be surprised by some of the results. I was.

In July 1957, the Auto Club of Southern California announced the results of a survey that examined commuting times over 17 routes in Los Angeles comparing freeways and surface streets. The Auto Club praised the freeways for faster trips and noted that it took less time to get to work in the morning than to get home in the evening. All distances were measured from the Auto Club headquarters at 2601 S. Figueroa.

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(Travel time was unchanged between 1936 and 1957 even though the number of cars had tripled, according to the Auto Club. And commuting was about to get better because of the new freeways, club officials said). 

Here's how you can help: Pick one of the routes, send me your time and I'll post it. Note: All drives in the 1957 survey were conducted during weekdays from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m. and 4 p.m. to 6 p.m.

In the meantime, I'll be sampling a few of the routes myself. Check back and see how I'm doing. Here's one surprise: So far, driving at off-hours last weekend, I beat the commuting times from 1957 by a few minutes.

Let me say that again: So far, driving at off-hours in 2007 has been FASTER than the commuting times from 1957.

Above right, a freeway wreck and gawkers' block courtesy of the Los Angeles Police Department. Note that in 1957, the LAPD had jurisdiction over the local freeways rather than the Highway Patrol.

OK, let me know. I'm eager to hear your experiences!

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Matt Weinstock

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You simply have no idea of the hazards of journalism.

The city desk got a call from a woman on East 6th Street who proudly announced that she had become a great-grandmother at 48.

This was indeed unusual and worthy of words, a picture and perhaps a subsequent appearance on TV, which was probably what great-grandma had in mind.

Unfortunately, a checkup of the facts disclosed that the new great-grandchild's mother, 15, hadn't quite received a proposal of marriage from the father.

 

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Paul V. Coates–Confidential File

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July 2, 1957

This is a twist story–a reverse mystery.

I’ve been presenting, for the past few months, weekly missing persons
cases on file with local sheriffs and police. Each started with a
living, active person, surrounded by apparent normalcy.

Next came the disappearance. And last, the search–into the subject’s background, personal habits, likes dislikes, associates.

On investigation, the missing person nearly always becomes a very known quantity.

Today, however, comes the switch.

To start, go back to the afternoon of April 7, 1957, when four boys
were scrambling along the brush incline of the Crestmore Cement Co.
property, three miles west of Riverside.

They were on their way fishing, but their plans met sudden interruption.

They stumbled upon a body. And they went, instead, to the Riverside County sheriff’s office.

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That was three months ago.

Immediately sheriff’s investigators determined that the victim had been
dead about three weeks. And that cause of death was a gunshot blast in
the chest.

Two days later, when enough data had been collected, an emergency all-points bulletin was sent out.

The victim was described as male white American, late 20s or early 30s, 5 feet 10 inches, 160-170 lbs.

It was determined that the victim had brown hair, but the body’s
advanced state of decomposition left the color  of eyes and complexion
unknown. No discernible scars or moles could be found.

There was also broadcast, however, the description of physical evidence at the scene:

The victim wore a white T-shirt and blue Wrangler pants. He wore socks
but no shoes. Wrapped around his head was a pink military-type shirt. A
bed pillow had been placed on his chest and then the entire body had
been wrapped in a white muslin sheet and a green chenille bedspread.

Brown electric light cord bound his head and feet. A small braided rope was wound around his waist.

So where’s the clue?

Riverside sheriff’s deputies, directed by Det. Cmdr. Robert Presley, began a patient investigation.

From the start, they knew it would be a tough one.

Clue by clue, they attacked it.

CLOTHING: No laundry marks. In
the pink shirt there was a ballpoint pen with the words "Cisco Ice
Blower Service, Cisco, Tex."  A check with the sheriff of Eastland,
Tex., revealed that some 800 similar pens had been distributed by the
company, mostly to truck drivers.

FINGERPRINTS: Lab tests showed that the victim’s hands had been encased in cloth containing lye in an effort to destroy prints.

But eight out of 10 prints were established and print copies were
immediately circulated locally, at the state level, to the FBI, to
Canada. No luck.

MISSING PERSONS: Local and
state bureaus were checked. Hotels and rooming houses were checked to
see if a guest had departed without notice, or possibly leaving some
property behind around the 17th of March. Local papers published the
victim’s description. No response.

TEETH: The following description was included in the all-points bulletin:

Some evidence of pyorrhea. Dental restorations appear to be well done,
carved and finished. Space between the upper front teeth. Upper left
first molar is an alloy in the mesial and distal pits. Lower left
second molar has an occlusal buccal filling. Lower right first and
second molars have occlusal fillings. One huge cavity upper right third
molar.

Such information will possibly serve well later for positive identification after tentative identification is made.

"A false dental plant solved one for us last year," Lt. Presley told
me. "Through it, we identified the body of a woman 13 months after we
discovered it.

"And," he added positively, "we found her killer, too."

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Faith journey

 

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July 2, 1957
Los Angeles

I wonder what the preacher told worshipers at Mount Tabor Missionary Baptist Church
in Miami about his faith journey. Did he talk about his years with the
San Diego Chargers and the Chicago Bears? Or maybe it was his time with
the Patriots, becoming the first African American assistant coach in
the American Football League.

He could have spoken of his time as head of the Florida Blazers in the
World Football League. Or being a football star at Blackshear High
School in San Angelo, Texas; or Jefferson High School in Los Angeles.
He might have talked about being an All-City player or making
All-American at UCLA.

The minister might have talked about being the "All-Pro Pastor" who
hosted a sports show broadcast on closed-circuit TV at the Miami-Dade
County Jail.

The Rev. Rommie Lee Loudd Sr. might well have talked about serving
three years in prison on drug charges. Maybe Loudd even spoke of his
six months in jail for molesting three teenage boys in 1957 when he was
working as a counselor at Juvenile Hall.

The newspapers–and certainly The Times–were squeamish about certain
types of sex cases and did very little reporting on this incident.
There are few details, and if Loudd hadn’t been a football star, the
paper probably wouldn’t have reported it at all.

According to The Times, he and another suspect, Benjamin F. Kelly, were
working at Juvenile Hall when they were arrested, along with Lindsay M.
Gerren, on charges of abusing three boys, ages 12, 13 and 15.

 

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He was arrested April 1, 1957, at 2630 S. Bronson Ave. along with two men who were apparently his roommates and were later released. Kelly was identified as living at 1779 W. 22nd. St. and Gerren lived at 4627 Saturn St.

Loudd "assertedly intimidated the boys with his identification card,
which he had not surrendered, according to Detectives Kay Sheldon
Cuttrell and George Kellenberger," The Times said. Loudd and Kelly were
given six months in jail while Gerren was given 90 days in jail and two
years’ probation.

We don’t know how Loudd summed up his life. Maybe he talked about repentance… and forgiveness… and salvation. But when Loudd died in 1998
at the age of 64, the Rev. George McRae of Mount Tabor said: "He was an
example of how a person can fall and get up and fall again and get up
again and keep moving."

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Pepe Arciga

July 1, 1957

1957_arciga_3In the midst of clapping castanets, kicking
heels and flying Spanish skirts during a whirlwind visit to La
Golondrina one night last week, I asked a question of Mexico’s attorney
general, Lic. Jose Aguilar y Maya.

"Senor Procurador, in view of
Mexico’s aggressive road-building program, do you think there’s a
possibility of your government enacting legislation which would exclude
visiting Americans from landing in jail if involved in automobile
collisions?"

The attorney general, native of the romantic city
of Guanajuato and certainly one of Mexico’s ablest men of law, did not
answer that one right away.

He adjusted his glasses and, in the
semi-darkness, I could see that here was a man whose face indicated
kindness and understanding. Also, it seemed, here was a man who could
walk out of a spot, smilingly, and with no effort at all.

"Don
Pepe Arciga," he said after one swallow of his drink, "as you know,
Mexico is undergoing right now the greatest expansion program of its
history.

"Many things are happening today to the country.
Progress is outdistancing everything, everything, including many facets
of federal and state legislations.

"In some areas of Mexico,
traffic laws receive from authorities certain interpretations. In other
areas, traffic laws also differ."

And just as I began to relate
an incident in which two Angelenos and personal friends of mine–Arturo
and Juanita Castro–were forced to pay exorbitant fines plus damages,
plus medical fees after  HAVING BEEN HIT broadside at an intersection
in Guadalajara by a man driving a military jeep, Senor Jose Aguilar y
Maya broke in:

"Indeed, these are unfortunate incidents. I will
make every personal effort, upon my return, to explain to the proper
authorities the need for corrective measures."

Within minutes, the distinguished visitor and his party of friends got up and left.

I’m sending this column, of course, to Licenciado Jose Aguilar y Maya, Procurador General de la Republica Mexicana.

If it serves to remind him of our conversation, I’ll be content.

If it serves to help in establishing the "corrective measures" he spoke about, who could ask for more?"

Mientras tanto, Senor Licenciado, fue para mi un gran placer haber conversado con vosotros!

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In Rome, II

July 1, 1957
Los Angeles

The late Art Buchwald, continued.
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Literary diversions

On the Fourth of July, 1910, in Reno, Jack Johnson defeated James J.
Jeffries to become the first African American heavyweight champion of
the world. In 1931, at the age of 53, he was working out every day and
spending his evenings at the Maxime,  Central Avenue at 41st Street.

Rex Beach wrote of Johnson’s victory: "He who had never been knocked down, was knocked down repeatedly. He who had never been knocked out, was knocked out."

Here’s Johnson’s version of the fight:

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Prowler terrorizes L.A.

 

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July 1, 1957
Los Angeles

Detective Sgts. W.R. "Bud" Schottmiller and J.B. Close of the Hollywood
Division have little to go on after a prowler broke into an apartment
to rape a young woman somewhere on Irving Boulevard (the newspapers,
incredibly, did not give the victim’s address this time–more about this later).

Maybe he was the same man who killed Marjorie Hipperson, or the one who killed Ruth Goldsmith–and
maybe not. Maybe he was even the same man who broke into an apartment
on Fountain and struggled with a woman before leaving.

All police know is that he came up the fire escape and broke in through
French doors about 3:30 a.m. There are some fingerprints on a 10-inch
steak knife that he left in the apartment, officials say, but only
enough to eliminate or implicate possible suspects.

To be continued…

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June bride

June 30, 1957
Milwaukee

Mary and Leeland met while taking summer courses at Harvard and are so in love that they want to get married.

But while Leeland loves Mary, his parents hate her. She “shot holes through our heart,” Leeland’s mother says.

In fact, Leeland’s family hates Mary and her parents so much that they have brought a $500,000 lawsuit against them for alienating Leeland from the Catholic faith. Mary’s family, you see, are Lutherans.

Arnold J. Werner, a Milwaukee industrialist, and his wife presented Mary in a June wedding. The 165 guests at St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church did not include Leeland Cummings Sr. and his wife, who said they wouldn’t recognize the marriage “under any circumstances.”

The Cummings family of Wyncote, Pa., accused the Werners of luring Leeland away from his religion by paying his Harvard tuition and offering him a job. Leeland denied all the accusations and said his
father was trying to extort money from the Werners. Eventually, all litigation was dropped after the Werners filed a countersuit.

A rocky start to a storybook romance?

Sadly, no.

A year later, according to Time magazine, Mary filed for divorce, saying that in the month they lived together Leeland threatened her, quit his job at her father’s business and said that if she didn’t
support him, he would find someone who did.

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Child beater

June 29, 1957
Los Angeles

Here’s a formula for disaster: Take an unemployed 19-year-old who was booted out of the Marines after going AWOL and slashed his wrists when he was caught. Hook him up with a 21-year-old girlfriend who’s working a double shift as a waitress  in a cafe. Throw in her 2-year-old daughter and put them all in a trailer at 7025 Chanslor Ave. in Bell.

The ex-Marine’s name is Girard Joseph McNulty, who said: “The way we had to live like animals just seemed to get me down. Half the time we didn’t know what to do about rent or for food or anything else and it just hit me all at once.”

His girlfriend was Laura Irene Donnelly and she had known McNulty about two years. They had arrived from Colorado about a month earlier.

The youngster is identified as Joyce Ellen Meyer in one story and Joyce Donnelly in another.

“I don’t really know why I hit her but when I hit her she just hit the wall with her head and then I heard her crying and rushed her to the hospital,” McNulty said. Joyce was hospitalized with a black eye, bruises on her abdomen and cheek, and a possible concussion.

McNulty was arrested on charges of felony child beating and arraigned, but The Times never pursued the story. He died in Texas in 1992, according to the Social Security Death Index. No further information is available about Laura Donnelly or her daughter Joyce.

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Matt Weinstock

June 28, 1957

Rehabilitation can come in curious ways. Let a man who occasionally
checks in here tell his story of self-appraisal and reinstatement in
society.

One day he picked up a book, “Blood on the Boards,” by William Campbell Gault, and read:

“Slopping through life with no discipline, no goal! And they find
themselves 40 and empty, and go looking for what they missed in a
bottle.”

The words hit him, he says, with the impact of a sledge hammer. Nothing had ever made such an impression on him.

He stopped and reread them. He has reread them many times. He has made copies of them.

At the time he asked himself two questions:

“What have I lost that is so important to me?” “What do I want?”

Both answers came within seconds.

“I am now well on my way to achieving what I desire to do,” he says,
“and recovering what I lost. And I haven’t had a drink from that moment
to this.”

IN THE MAIL Monday
an employee at Gibraltar Savings & Loan Association of Beverly
Hills came upon an envelope containing $5,000 in $100 bills with no
clue to the identity of the sender.

On Wednesday, a customer appeared, claimed the money and directed that it be deposited in a savings account.

He explained he’d been in an all-night poker game and had been filling
full houses and inside straights like crazy. At the height of his run
of luck he’d stepped outside, stuffed his winnings in an envelope and
mailed it to Gibraltar, then returned to the game.

Will all gamblers who wish they’d done the same at one time or another please bow their heads in reverence to the man who did.

MISCELLANY — Note on
the bulletin board at the Valley Elementary District Board of Education
office: “I pledge allegiance to the City of Los Angeles and to the smog
under which it stands. One city, invisible, with eye drops and cough
drops for all.”

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Cold case file–the Pied Piper

Tyler Marshall’s Column One (known at The Times as a “nondupe) on the Pied Piper is one of my favorites. And since the presumed anniversary of the incident is in late June, it seemed like a good time to share the story with a new generation of readers. As it appeared in The Times, June 22, 1984:

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Orchestra wives

June 28, 1957
Los Angeles

It’s a tough life for orchestra wives. Consider the case of Joy
Windsor, bandleader Charlie Barnet’s 10th wife. In May, Barnet had
assured her that his days of touring were over. “I was on the road a
lot in the old days,” he said. “One-night stands. The way a musician
travels on the road is tired, dirty and drunk. Doesn’t make for a good
marriage.”

“The band business has changed now. There’s not much road any more…. You don’t have those one-night stands.”

Maybe the band business had changed, but Barnet hadn’t. Windsor’s
complaints echoed those of his previous wife Betty Reilly, who said
Barnet left her for days at a time and refused to tell her where he had
been.

In fact, Barnet had been married so often that even The Times lost
count, calling Windsor Barnet’s ninth wife in some stories and 10th
wife in others.


The wives of Charlie Barnet, with his comments, as listed in 1955:

    1. A showgirl–It lasted about eight months.
    2. A singer–Artie Shaw was the best man. “We had a horrible fight after the ceremony and she went her way and I went mine.”
    3. A showgirl–Her divorce wasn’t final, so the marriage was annulled.   
    4. A singer–“It lasted a couple of years.”
    5. An actress. “She was my favorite. We were married about six years.”
    6. “Just a plain li’l ol’ gal. It only lasted a week.”
    7. A singer–“A couple of years.”
    8. An artist–“My divorce from No. 7 wasn’t final, so that one was annulled too.” 

Among Barnet’s wives are:

  • Rita Merritt (1947), probably wife No. 5.
  • Harriet C. Barnet
  • Betty Reilly (1953)
  • Linda Joyce Johnson (1956)
  • Joy Windsor (1957)

Wife No. 5 said in 1955: “Sorry I married him? Not a bit. If I marry again, I’d like to marry a fellow exactly like Charlie. He’s a
fascinating man and certainly not a bore.  In fact you never knew what was going to happen next. But being a musician he was on the road a lot and we really didn’t get a chance to establish a home. It just wasn’t conducive to a good marriage.”

Bonus fact: In researching Charlie Barnet, I stumbled across the sad story of vocalist Ann Richards, who married bandleader Stan Kenton in 1955. She won the Downbeat poll
as the No. 1 band vocalist in 1956, but left her career to be a mother, rejoining the band in 1961. After divorcing Kenton, Richards married William Botts, although she later separated from him. It was Botts who discovered her body in the bedroom of her Hollywood Hills home in 1981.Unable to find work after she ended a 10-year engagement at the Bel-Air Hotel, Richards shot herself in the head, leaving two children, Dana and Lance Kenton. Richards was 46.

(You may recall Lance Kenton was arrested in 1978 in a scheme to kill attorney Paul Morantz, who won a lawsuit against Synanon, by putting a rattlesnake in his mailbox).

Here’s some Charlie Barnet.

And some Stan Kenton.

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