To the Moon Alice!

May 17, 1907
Los Angeles

The Le Canns continued their spat in court after Mrs. Le Cann showed Judge Chambers a piece of skin she said was torn from her lip when her husband, Fred (also listed as Ferdinand), shoved her as she was calling the police.

“He threatened to kill me and I’m afraid to death of him,” she testified.

The husband cross-examined the wife (apparently that’s how things were done in 1907), demanding: “Who gave you those diamond earrings you were wearing that day?”

Mrs. Le Cann refused to answer and the quarrel resumed until it was squelched by the judge in dismissing the case.

In the meantime, Charles Richmond was fined $40 ($820.94 USD 2005) for beating his 18-year-old wife and is facing a trial June 5 on charges of disturbing the peace.

“The husband cross-questioned his wife yesterday while she was on the witness stand. He tried to make the woman admit that he has been kind and attentive to her,” The Times said. “She was poorly dressed and seemed to fear the man. She declined to testify in his favor and the court found Richmond guilty.”

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Anna Larson of Boyle Heights pleads not guilty to slashing a burro with a knife… J.W. Church is fined $10 for speeding after he struck stenographer K.M. Spooner with his auto at 3rd Street and Broadway… M.J. Lester is fined $10 for beating his son Rial, 13, so badly that he was covered with welts and had to be treated at the Receiving Hospital. The Times identifies Lester as being black.

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Those Sporting Ladies!


Los Angeles
May 15, 1907

Curious neighbors noticed recently that a large number of well-dressed women have been taking the streetcar to the end of the line at 54th Street and South Central Avenue while still others are arriving in automobiles. Upon investigation, Patrolmen Walsh and Murphy discovered that the women are gambling on horse races at a bookie joint set up next to the Ascot Park billiard parlor in a vacant lot surrounded by a high board fence.

Owners J.W. Carr and W.J. Murphy restricted the clientele to women, so police had a difficult time obtaining evidence, but finally officers raided the place and found 50 stylishly dressed women playing the ponies.

“The proprietors of this little scheme were pretty foxy. If there were any drinks served—and you can bet there were a few—they were served by trusted employees. No men were found within the enclosure and none was allowed in with the exception of a few regular employees of the place. It made it hard for us to secure evidence,” one officer said.

The Times said: “The officers took occasion to tell the women present that they had no business to be wasting their husbands’ money and scored them roundly for frequenting such a place. Then they announced that they were not going to detain the women and there was a rush to get out of the place.”

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History Deals a Deadly Hand


May 12, 1907

We’ve been having fun all week with the Shriners, parading around in their costumes, engaging in peculiar rites and pondering silly questions like “What Makes the Wildcat Wild?” Then in a moment, a train wreck at Honda north of Point Conception transforms everything.

The engineer, Fred Champlain, ran three-quarters of a mile to the nearest ranch house for help even though he had a broken arm from being throw 40 feet from the wreck.

He told The Times that the engine hit a switch in the tracks. While the front of the locomotive stopped, the force lifted the rear so that the dining car was driven underneath the locomotive while the baggage car was thrown on top of the engine. The dining car, filled to capacity, split in half so that the passengers were scalded with steam from the engine. Others were buried under luggage and driven through the floor of the baggage car. Fortunately, a water tank for the engine was nearby, allowing survivors to fight the blaze that quickly broke out in the railroad cars.

“When Miss Cora Young of Cleveland was taken from the shattered diner she was still living but frightfully burned. Her entire body had been bathed in boiling water and when women passengers removed her corsets, the imprint of the staves was left deep in the scalded flesh,” The Times said.

“George F. Hagerman of Reading, Pa., refused help after being dragged from the wreck. “I’m dying,” he told his fellow Shriners. “Go help the women.”

One of the more heartbreaking stories involves newlyweds L.N. Ellenbogen and his wife, who were thrown to the ground on opposite sides of a car.

“Tell my wife that I am all right,” Ellenbogen said to Dr. Ware of Cincinnati, the first doctor on the scene. “Give her my love and let me know how she is.”

“Mrs. Ellenbogen, in return, sent a message of love to her husband with the assurance that she was all right. Before the physician could carry another message both had passed away,” The Times said.

The Times reported the final death toll at 32, although it looks more like 31. In addition to the Shriners, the crash killed the fireman, the brakeman, the conductor and one man who is only identified as African American.

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Paul Schrader’s 1971 Notes on Film Noir

Paul Schrader’s 1971 essay “Notes on Film Noir” in all its sappy, naive glory, with typos by me.

In 1946, French critics, seeing the American films they had missed during the war, noticed the new mood of cynicism, pessimism and darkness which had crept into the American cinema. The darkening stain was most evident in routine crime thrillers, but was also apparent in prestigious melodramas.

The French cineastes soon realized they had seen only the tip of the iceberg: As the years went by, Hollywood lighting grew darker, characters more corrupt, themes more fatalistic and the tone more hopeless. By 1949, American movies were in the throes of their deepest and most creative funk. Never before had films dared to take such a harsh, uncomplimentary look at American life, and they would not dare to do so again for twenty years.

Hollywood’s film noir has recently become the subject of renewed interest among moviegoers and critics. The fascination film noir holds for today’s young filmgoers and film students reflects recent trends in American cinema: American movies are again taking a look at the underside of the American character, but compared to such relentlessly cynical films noir as “Kiss Me Deadly” or “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye,” the new self-hate cinema of “Easy Rider” and “Medium Cool” seems naive and romantic. As the current political mood hardens, filmgoers and filmmakers will find the film noir of the late forties increasingly attractive. The forties may be to the seventies what the thirties were to the sixties.

Film noir is equally interesting to critics. It offers writers a cache of excellent , little-known films (film noir is oddly both one of Hollywood’s best periods and least known), and gives auteur-weary critics an opportunity to apply themselves to the newer questions of classification and transdirectorial style. After all, what is film noir?

Film noir is not a genre (as Raymond Durgnat has helpfully pointed out over the objections of Higham and Greenberg’s “Hollywood in the Forties”). It is not defined, as are the western and gangster genres, by conventions of setting and conflict, but rather by the more subtle qualities of tone and mood. It is a film “noir” as opposed to the possible variants of film gray or film off-white.

Film noir is also a specific period of film history, like German Expressionism or the French New Wave. In general, film noir refers to those Hollywood films of the forties and early fifties which portrayed the world of dark, slick city streets, crime and corruption.

Film noir is an extremely unwieldy period. It harks back to many previous periods: Warners’ thirties gangster films, the French “poetic realism” of Carne and Duvivier, Sternbergian melodrama and farthest back, German Expressionist crime films (Lang’s Maubse cycle). Film noir can stretch at its outer limits from the “Maltese Falcon” (1941) to “Touch of Evil” (1958) and most every dramatic Hollywood film from 1941 to 1953 contains some noir elements. There are also foreign offshoots of film noirs such as “The Third Man,” “Breathless” and “Le Doulos.”

Almost every critic has his own definition of film noir and personal list of film titles and dates to back it up. Personal and descriptive definitions, however, can get a bit sticky. A film of urban night life is not necessarily a film noir, and a film noir need not necessarily concern crime and corruption. Since film noir is defined by tone rather than genre, it is almost impossible to argue one critic’s descriptive definition against another’s. How many noir elements does it take to make a film noir noir?

Rather than haggle definitions, I would rather attempt to reduce film noir to its primary colors (all shades of black) those cultural and stylistic elements to which any definition must return.

At the risk of sounding like Arthur Knight, I would suggest that there were four conditions in Hollywood in the forties which brought about film noir. (The danger of Knight’s “Liveliest Art” method is that it makes film history less a matter of structural analysis and more a case of artistic and social forces magically interacting and coalescing). Each of the following four catalytic elements, however, can define the film noir, the distinctly noir tonality draws from each of these elements.

War and postwar disillusionment: The acute downer which hit the U.S. after the Second World War was, in fact, a delayed reaction to the thirties. All through the Depression, movies were needed to keep people’s spirits up, and for the most part, they did. The crime films of this period were Horatio Algerish and socially conscious. Toward the end of the thirties, a darker crime film began to appear (“You Only Live Once,” “The Roaring Twenties” and, were it not for the War, film noir would have been at full steam by the early forties.

The need to produce Allied propaganda abroad and promote patriotism at home blunted the fledgling moves toward a dark cinema and the film noir thrashed about in the studio system, not quite able to come into full prominence. During the War the first uniquely film noir appeared: “The Maltese Falcon,” “The Glass Key,” “This Gun for Hire,” “Laura,” but these films lacked the distinctly noir bite the end of the war would bring.

As soon as the War was over, however, American films became markedly more sardonic—and there was a boom in the crime film. For fifteen years the pressures agains American’s amelioristic cinema had been building up and given the freedom, audiences and artists were not eager to take a less optimistic view of things. The disillusionment many soldiers, small businessmen and housewife/factory employees felt in returning to a peacetime economy was directly mirrored in the sordidness of the urban crime film.

This immediate postwar disillusionment was directly demonstrated in films like “Cornered,” “The Blue Dahlia,” “Dead Reckoning” and “Ride the pink Horse,” in which a serviceman returns from the war to find his sweetheart unfaithful or dead, or his business partner cheating him, or the whole society something less than worth fighting for. The war continues, but now the antagonism turns with a new viciousness toward the American society itself.

Postwar realism: Shortly after the War, every film-producing country had a resurgence of realism. In America, it first took the form of films by such producers as Louise de Rochemont (“House in 92nd Street,” “Call Northside 777”) and Mark Hellinger (“The Killers,” “Brute Force”) and directors like Henry Hathaway and Jules Dassin. “Every scene was filmed on the actual location depicted,” the 1947 de Rocemont-Hjathaway “Kiss of Death” proudly proclaimed. Even after de Rochemont’s particular “March of Time” authenticity fell from vogue, realistic exteriors remained a permanent fixture of film noir.

The realistic movement also suited America’s postwar mood; the public’s desire for a more honest and harsh view of American would not be satisfied by the same studio streets they had been watching for a dozen years. The postwar realistic trend succeeded in beraking film noir away from the domain of the high-class melodrama, placing it where it more properly belonged, in the streets with everyday people. In retrospect, the pre de-Rochemont film noir looks definitely tamer than the postwar realistic films. The studio look of films like “The Big Sleep” and “The Mask of Dimitrios” blunts their sting, making them seem more polite and conventional in contrast to their later, more realistic counterparts.

The German Influence: Hollywood played host to an influx of German expatriates in the twenties and thirties and these filmmakers and technicians had, for the most part, integrated themselves into the American film establishment. Hollywood never experienced the “Germanization” some civic-minded natives feared and there is a danger of overemphasizing the German influence in Hollywood.

But when, in the late forties, Hollywood decided to paint it black, there were no greater masters of chiaroscuro than the Germans. The influence of expressionist lighting has always been just beneath the surface of Hollywood films and it is not surprising in film noir to find it bursting to find a larger number of German and East Europeans working in film noir: Fritz Lang, Robert Siodmak, Billy Wilder, Franz Waxman, Otto Preminger, John Brahm, Anatole Litvak, Karl Fruend, Max Ophuls, John Alton, Douglas Sir, Fred Zinnemann, William Dieterle, Max Steiner, Edgar G. Ulmer, Curtis Bernhardt, Rudolph Mate.

On the surface, the German expressionist influence; with its reliance on artificial studio lighting, seems incompatible with postwar realism, with its harsh unadorned exteriors, but it is the unique quality of film noir that it was able to weld seemingly contradictory elements into a uniform style. The best noir technicians simply made all the world a sound stage, directing unnatural and expressionistic lighting onto realistic settings. In films like “Union Station,” “They Live by Night,” “The Killers” is an uneasy exhilarating combination of realism and expressionism.

Perhaps the greatest master of noir was Hungarian-born John Alton, an expressionist cinematographer who could relight “Times Square” at noon if necessary. No cinematographer better adapted the old expressionist techniques to the new desire for realism and his black and white photography in such gritty film noir as “T-Men,” “Raw Deal,” “I the Jury” “The Big Combo” equals that of such German expressionist masters as Fritz Wagner and Karl Freund.

The Hardboiled tradition: Another stylistic influence waiting in the wings was the hardboiled school of writers. In the thirties, authors such as Ernest Hemginway, Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain, Horace McCoy and John O’Hara created the “tough,” cynical way of acting and thinking which separated one from the world of everyday emotions — romanticism with a protective shell. The hardboiled writers had their roots in pulp fiction or journalism and their protagonists lived out a narcissistic, defeatist code. The hardboiled her was, in reality, a soft egg compared to his existential counterpart (Camus is said to have based “The Stranger” on McCoy). But he was a good deal tougher than anything American fiction had seen.

When the movies of the forties turned to the American “tough” moral understrata, the hardboiled school was waiting with preset conventions of heroes, minor characters, plots, dialogue and themes. Like the German expatriates, the hardboiled writers had a style made to order for film noir and in turn they influence noir screenwriting as much as the German influence noir cinematography.

The most hardboiled of Hollywood’s writers was Raymond Chandler himself, whose script of “Double Indemnity” (from a James M. Cain story) was the best written and most characteristically noir of the period. “Double Indemnity” was the first film which played film noir for what it essentially was: small-time, unredeemed, unheroic. It made a break from the romantic noir cinema of the later “Mildred Pierce” and “The Big Sleep.”

In its final stages, however, film noir adapted and then bypassed the hardboiled school. Manic, neurotic post-1948 films such as “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye,” “D.O.A.” “Where the Sidewalk Ends,” “White Heat” and “The Big Heat” are all post-hardboiled; the air in these regions was even too thin for old-time cynics like Chandler].

Stylistics: There is not yet a study of the stylistics of film noir and the task is certainly too large to be attempted here. Like all film movements, film noir drew upon a reservoir of film techniques and given the time one could correlate its techniques, themes and causal elements into a stylistic schema. For the present, however, I’d like to point out some of film noir’s recurring techniques.

  • The majority of scenes are lit at night. Gangsters sit in the offices at midday with shades pulled and the lights off. Ceiling lights are hung low and floor lamps are seldom more than five feet high. One always has the suspicion that if the lights were all suddenly flipped on the characters would shriek and shrink from the scene like Count Dracula at sunrise.
  • As in German expressionism, oblique and vertical lines are preferred to horizontal. Obliquity adheres to the choreography of the city and is in direct opposition to the horizontal American tradition of Griffith and Ford. Oblique lines tend to splinter a screen, making it restless and unstable. Light enters the dingy rooms of film noir in such odd shapes—jagged trapezoids, obtuse triangles, vertical slits—that one suspects the windows were cut out with a pen knife. No character can speak authoritatively from a space which is being continually cut into ribbons of light. The Anthony Mann/John Alton “T-Men” is the most dramatic but far from the only example of oblique noir choreography.
  • The actors and setting are often given equal lighting emphasis. An actor is often hidden in the realistic tableau of the city at night, and more obviously his face is often blocked out by shadow as he speaks. These shadow effects are unlike the famous Warner Brothers lighting of the thirties in which the central character was accentuated by a heavy shadow; in film noir, the central character is likely to be standing in the shadow. When the environment is given an equal or greater weight than the actor it, of course, creates a fatalistic, hopeless mood. There is nothing the protagonist can do; the city will outlast and negate even his best efforts.
  • Compositional tension is preferred to physical action. A typical film noir would rather move the scene cinematographically around the actor than have the actor control the scene by physical action. The beating of Robert Ryan in “The Set-Up,” the gunning down of Farley Granger in “They Live by Night,” the execution of the taxi driver in “The Enforcer” and of Brian Donlevy in “The Big Combo” are all marked by measured pacing, restrained anger and oppressive compositions, and seem much slower to the film noir spirit than the rat-tat-tat and screeching tires of Scarface twenty years before or the violent, expressive actions of Underworld U.S.A. ten years later.
  • There seems to be an almost Freudian attachment to water. The empty noir streets are almost always glistening with fresh evening rain (*even in Los Angeles) and the rainfall tends to increase in direct proportion to the drama. Docks and piers are second only to alleyways as the most popular rendezvous points.
  • There is a love of romantic narration. In such films as “The Postman Always Rings Twice,” “Laura,” “Double Indemnity,” “The Lady From Shanghai,” “Out of the Past” and “Sunset Boulevard,” the narration creates a mood of temps perdu. An irretrievable past, a predetermined fate and an all-enveloping hopelessness. In “Out of the Past,” Robert Mitchum relates his history with such pathetic relish that it is obvious there is no hope for any future: one can only take pleasure in reliving a doomed past.
  • A complex chronological order is frequently used to reinforce the feelings of hopelessness and lost time. Such films as “The Enforcer,” “The Killers,” “Mildred Pierce,” “The Dark Past,” “Chicago Deadline,” “Out of the Past” and “The Killing” use a convoluted time sequence to immerse the viewer in a time-disoriented but highly styled world. The manipulation of time whether slight or complex, is often used to reinforce a noir principle: the how is always more important than the what.

Themes: Raymond Durgnat has delineated the themes of film noir in an excellent article in the British Cinema magazine (“The Family Tree of Film Noire,” August 1970) and it would be foolish for me to attempt to redo his thorough work in this short space. Durgnat divides film noir into eleven thematic categories and although one might criticize some of his specific groupings, he does cover the whole gamut of noir production (thematically categorizing over 300 films).

In each of Durgnat’s noir themes (whether “Black Widow,” “Killers-on-the-Run,” “doppelgangers”) one finds that the upwardly mobile forces of the thirties have halted, frontierism has turned to paranoia and claustrophobia. The small-time gangster has now made it big and sits in the mayor’s chair, the private eye has quit the police force in disgust and the young heroine, sick of going along for the ride, is taking others for a ride.

Durgnat, however, does not touch upon what is perhaps the overriding noir theme: a passion for the past and present but also a fear of the future. The noir hero dreads to look ahead but instead tries to survive by the day and if unsuccessful at that he retreats to the past. Thus film noir’s techniques emphasize loss, nostalgia, lack of clear priorities, insecurity, then submerge these self-doubts in mannerism and style. In such a world style becomes paramount; it is all that separates one from meaninglessness. Chandler described this fundamental noir theme when he described his own fictional world: “It is not a very fragrant world but it is the world you live in and certain writers with tough minds and a cool spirit of detachment can make very interesting patterns out of it.”

Film noir can be subdivided into three broad phases. The first, the wartime period 1941-46 approximately, was the phase of the private eye and lone wolf, of Chandler, Hammett and Greene, of Bogart and Bacall, Ladd and Lake, classy directors like Curtiz and Garnett, studio sets and in general more talk than action. The studio look of this period was reflected in such pictures as “The Maltese Falcon,” “Casablanca,” “Gaslight,” “This Gun for Hire,” “The Lodger,” “The Woman in the Window,” “Mildred Pierce,” “Spellbound,” “The Big Sleep,” “Laura,” “The Lost Weekend,” “The Strange Love of Martha Ivers.” “To Have and Have Not,” “Fallen Angel,” “Gilda,” “Murder My Sweet,” “The Postman Always Rings Twice,” “Dark Waters,” “Scarlet Street,” “So Dark the Night,” “The Glass Key,” “The Mask of Dimitrios” and “The Dark Mirror.”

The Wilder/ Chandler “Double Indemnity” provided a bridge to the postwar phase of film noir. The unflinching noir vision of “Double Indemnity” came as a shock in 1944 and the film was almost blocked by the combined efforts of Paramount, the Hays office and star Fred MacMurray [That sounds like total bullshit to me, LRH]. Three years later, however, “Double Indemnities” were dropping off the studio assembly line.

The second phase was the postwar realistic period from 1945-49 (the dates overlap and so do the films; these are all approximate phases for which there are many exceptions). These films tended more toward the problems of crime in the streets, political corruption and police routine. Less romantic heroes like Richard Conte, Burt Lancaster and Charles McGraw were more suited to this period, as were proletarian directors like Hathaway, Dassin and Kazan. The realistic urban look of this phase is seen in such films as “The House on 92nd Street,” “The Killers,” “Raw Deal,” “Act of Violence,” “Union Station,” “Kiss of Death,” “Johnny O’Clock,” “Force of Evil,” “Dead Reckoning,” “Ride the Pink Horse,” “Dark Passage,” “Cry of the City,” “The Set-Up,” “T-Men,” “Call Northside 777,” “Brute Force,” “The Big Clock,” “Thieves Highway,” “Ruthless,” “Pitfall,” “Boomerang!” and “The Naked City.”

The third and final phase of film noir from 1949-53, was the period of psychotic action and suicidal impulses,. The noir hero, seemingly under the weight of ten years of despair, started to go bananas. The psychotic killer who in the first period [had] been a subject worthy of study (Olivia de Havilland in “The Dark Mirror”) in the second a fringe threat (Richard Widmark in “Kiss of Death”) now became the active protagonist (James Cagney in “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye”). There were no excuses given for the psychopathy in “Gun Crazy”—it was just “crazy.” James Cagney made a neurotic comeback and his instability was matched by that of younger actors like Robert Ryan and Lee Marvin. This was the phase of the “B” noir film, and of psychoanalytically inclined directors like Ray and Walsh. The forces of personal disintegration are reflected in such films as “White Heat,” “Gun Crazy,” “D.O.A.,” “Caught,” “They Live by Night,” “Where the Sidewalk Ends,” “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye,” “Detective Story,” “In a Lonely Place,” “I the Jury,” “Ace in the Hole,” “Panic in the Streets,” “The Big Heat,” “On Dangerous Ground” and “Sunset Boulevard.”

This third phase is the cream of the film noir period. Some critics may prefer the early “gray” melodramas, others the postwar “street” films, but film noir’s final phase was the most aesthetically and sociologically piercing. After ten years of steadily shedding romantic conventions, the later noir films finally got down to the root causes of the period: the loss of public honor, heroic conventions, personal integrity and finally psychic stability. The third phase films were painfully self-aware. They seemed to know they stood at the end of a long tradition based on despair and disintegration and did not shy away from the fact. The best and characteristically noir films—“Gun Crazy,” “White Heat,” “Out of the Past,” “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye,” “D.O.A.,” “They Live by Night” and “The Big Heat”—stand at the end of the period and are the results of self-awareness. The third phase is rife with end of the line noir heroics. “The Big Heat” and “Where the Sidewalk Ends” are the last stops for the urban cop. “Ace in the Hole” for the newspaperman, the Victor Saville-produced Spillane series (“I the Jury,” “The Long Wait,” “Kiss Me Deadly”) for the private eye. Sunset Boulevard for the “Black Widow,” “White Heat” and “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye” for the gangster. “D.O.A.” for the John Doe American.

Appropriately, the masterpiece of film noir was a straggler, “Kiss Me Deadly,” produced in 1955. Its time delay gives it a sense of detachment and thoroughgoing seediness—it stands at the end of a long sleazy tradition. The private eye hero, Mike Hammer, undergoes the final stages of degradation. He is a small-time “bedroom dick’ and makes no qualms about it because the world around him isn’t much better. Ralph Meeker, in his best performances, plays Hammer, a midget among dwarfs. Robert Aldrich’s teasing direction carries noir to its sleaziest and most perversely erotic. Hammer overturns the underworld in search of the “great whatsit” and when he finally finds it, it turns out to be—joke of jokes—an exploding atomic bomb. The inhumanity and meaningless of the hero are small matters in a world in which The Bomb has the final say.

By the middle fifties film noir had ground to a halt. There were a few notable stragglers, “Kiss Me Deadly,” the Lewis/Alton “The Big Combo” and film noir’s epitaph, “Touch of Evil,” but for the most part a new style of crime film had become popular.

As the rise of McCarthy and Eisenhower demonstrated, Americans were eager to see a more bourgeois view of themselves. Crime had to move to the suburbs. The criminal put on a gray flannel suit and the footsore cop was replaced by the “mobile unit” careening down the expressway. Any attempt at social criticism had to be cloaked in ludicrous affirmations of the American way of life. Technically, television, with its demand for full lighting and close-ups gradually undercut the German influence and color cinematography, of course, the final blow to the “noir” look.

New directors like Siegel, Fleisher, Karlson and Fuler and TV shows like “Dragnet,” “M-Squad,” “Lineup” and “Highway Patrol” stepped in to create the new crime drama. This transition can be seen in Samuel Fuller’s 1953 “Pickup on South Street,” a film which blends the black look with the Red scare. The waterfront scenes with Richard Widmark and Jean Peters are in the best noir tradition but a later dynamic fight in the subway marks Fuller as a director who would be better suited to the crime school of the middle and late fifties.

Film noir was an immensely creative period—probably the most creative in Hollywood’s history—at least if this creativity is measured not by its peaks but by its medial level of artistry. Picked at random, a film noir is likely to be a better made film than a randomly selected silent comedy, musical, western and so on [oh what fatuous crap—LRH] (A Joseph H. Lewis “B” film noir is better than Lewis “B” western for example). Take as a whole period, film noir achieved an usually high level of artistry. [and we don’t have to feel guilty for “slumming,” eh? LRH]

Film noir seemed to bring out the best in everyone: directors, cameramen, screenwriters, actors. Again and again, a film noir will make the high point on an artist’s career graph. Some directors, for example, did their best work in film noir (Stuart Heisler, Robert Siodmak, Gordon Douglas, Edward Dmytryk, John Brahm, John Cromwell, Raoul Walsh, Henry Hathaway) other directors began in film noir and it seems to me never regained their original heights (Otto Preminger, Rudoplph Mate, Nichaolas Ray, Robert Wise, Jules Dassin, Richard Fleischer, John Huston, Andrew de Toth and Robert Aldrich) and other directors who made gerat films in other molds also made great film noir (Orson Welles, Max Ophuls, Fritz Lang, Elia Kaza, Howard Hawks, Robert Rossen, Anthony Mann, Joseph Losey, Alfred Hitchcock and Stanley Kubrick). Whether or not one agrees with this particular schema, its message is irrefutable: film noir was good for practically every director’s career (two interesting exceptions to prove the case are King Vidor and Jean Renoir).

Film noir seems to have been a creative relapse for everyone involved. It gave artists a chance to work with previously forbidden themes yet had conventions strong enough to protect the mediocre. Cinematographers were allowed to become highly mannered and actors were sheltered by the cinematographers. It was not until years later that critics were able to distinguish between great directors and great noir directors.

Film noir’s remarkable creativity makes its longtime neglect the more baffling. The French of course, have been students of the period for some time (Borde and Chaumeton’s “Panorama du Film Noir” was published in1955) but American critics until recently have preferred the western, the musical or the gangster film to the film noir. Some of the reasons for this neglect are superficial; others strike to the heart of the noir style. For a long time, film noir, with its emphasis on corruption and despair, was considered an aberration of the American character. The western, with its moral primitivism and the gangster film with its Horatio Alger values, were considered more American than the film noir.

This prejudice was reinforced by the fact that film noir was ideally suited to the low budget “B” film and many of the best noir films were “B” films. This odd sort of economic snobbery still lingers on in some critical circles: high-budget trash that is considered more worthy of attention than low-budget trash and to praise a “B” film is somehow to slight (often intentionally) an “A” film.

There has been a critical revival in the U.S. over the last ten years but film noir lost out on that too. The revival was auteur (director) oriented and film noir wasn’t. Auteur criticism is interested in how directors are different; film noir criticism is concerned with what they have in common.

The fundamental reason for film noir’s neglect, however, is that the fact that it depends more on choreography than sociology and American critics have always been slow on the uptake when it comes to visual style. Like its protagonists, film noir is more interested in style than theme, whereas American critics have been traditionally more interested in theme than style.

American film critics have always been sociologists first and scientists second. Film is important as it relates to large masses, and if a film goes awry it is often because the theme has been somehow “violated” by the style. Film noir operates on opposite principles. The theme is hidden in the style and bogus themes are often haunted (“middle class values are best”) which contradict the style. Although I believe style determines the theme in every film it was easier for sociological critics to discuss the themes of the western and gangster film apart from stylistic analysis than it was to do for film noir.

Not surprisingly it was the gangster film, not the film noir, which was canonized in the Partisan Review in 1948 by Robert Warshow’s famous essay “The Gangster as Tragic Hero.” Although Warshow could be an aesthetic as well as a sociological critic, in this case he was interested in the western and gangster film as “popular” art rather than as style. This sociological orientation blinded Warshow as it has many subsequent critics to an aesthetically more important development in the gangster film—film noir.

The irony of this neglect is that in retrospect the gangster films Warshow wrote about are inferior to film noir. The thirties gangster was primarily a reflection of what was happening in the country and Warshow analyzed this. The film noir, although it was also a sociological reflection, went further than the gangster film. Toward the end film noir was engaged in a life and death struggle with the materials it reflected; it tried to make America accept a moral vision of life based on style. That very contradiction—promoting style in a culture which valued themes—forced film noir into artistically invigorating twists and turns. Film noir attacked and interpreted its sociological conditions and by the close of the noir period created a new artistic world which went beyond a simple sociological reflection, a nightmarish world of American mannerism which was far more a creation than a reflection.

Because film noir was first of all a style because it worked out its conflicts visually rather than thematically because it was aware of its own identity, it was able to create artistic solutions to sociological problems And for these reasons films like “Kiss Me Deadly” and “Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye” and “Gun Crazy” can be works of art in a way that gangster films like “Scarface,” “Public Enemy” and “Little Caesar” can never be.

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A Murderous Sweep

All K. Tanimura wanted to do was clean the carpets at the Hotel Angelus at 407-411 S. Spring St. The sweeper, however, was broken so he sought help from the hotel’s carpenter, S.E. Thomas.

Thomas was busy and told Tanimura (also rendered in The Times as Taki Mura and Tani Mura) to use another one instead. The men argued and began fighting.

Tanimura left to get a kitchen knife with the blade ground down to 5 inches and told Thomas “I’m going to kill you.” He nearly succeeded, almost severing Thomas’ right arm before another hotel employee, Louis/Lewis Haney, intervened.

“Thomas kicked at him and then the Jap went to work on him with his knife as fast as he could,” Haney testified during Taniumura’s trial. “Thomas’ right arm was cut half off and there was a gash on his forehead from which the blood ran down into his eyes. He was cut three times in the back too.”

Morris Friedman, tailor at the Angelus, testified: “I heard something and I look out of my shop. I see the carpenter chase the Jap out of his shop and gave him a few lickings. The Jap, he say: ‘I’m going to kill you.’ In a minute he came back and when I saw the fight I went right back into my shop.”

Speaking through an interpreter, Tanimura said Thomas called him a ______ Jap, struck him in the face and chased him from his shop.

“I went around the hall and got my knife. Then I went back and asked the carpenter if he wanted to fight. He said yes and kicked at me, and then I cut him with the knife to defend myself. After I cut him several times, he knocked me down and tried to choke me. Then the man took my knife.”

Tanimura was sentenced to two years in prison for assault with a deadly weapon.

Footnote: On May 21, 1917, a Hotel Angelus guest announced—rather loudly—that she had found an alligator in her bed. Investigation quickly revealed that J.M. Dromage, a tourist from New Orleans, had purchased a souvenir during his visit to the local alligator farm. Although Dromage improvised a cage in his hotel room until he could return to Louisiana, the alligator escaped. Dromage promised to keep his new pet in the hotel basement until his return home.

It’s unclear exactly when the hotel was torn down. The address is now a vacant lot.

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Shriners Present a Colorful Array

What, you might ask yourself, did Shriners do before the advent of those little cars and Harley-Davidson Electra Glides? The elaborately costumed men staged precision, close-order drills accompanied by marching bands.

The effect, according to The Times, was stunning, inspiring the unidentified author to summon forth his (or possibly her) own gaudiest prose.

“As in a dream of ancient days when Selim I surrounded his Ottoman throne with the Janizaries of the Guard and marched his myriads of Asia upon the frontiers of Europe, so marched upon the course where every footfall measured fortunes lost and won the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine in all the panoply of barbarian splendor with the tread of trained and disciplined force.”

The Times further noted: “Syrian Patrol of Cincinnati was proceeded by its own band and it came down the field with banners waving in veteran style. Capt. J.W. Montgomery lined up his troop in front of the grandstand and made a big hit with the crowd by calling the roll in some language that sounded like Turkish but might have been almost any of the dead languages so far as the knowledge of the auditors went.”

Turkish a dead language, is it? Apparently The Times editors were out celebrating when this story went through.

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Kissing, the Old-Fashioned Way

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A Poem for La Fiesta de los Flores


John Steven McGroarty, The Times columnist and staff poet, offered this tribute to the annual La Fiesta de los Flores, which coincided with the national Shriners convention.

The fiesta featured four parades of vehicles decorated with electric lights. The Times described one of them as “the first presentation of the electrical Turkish and Moorish pageant. Magnificent floats, escorted by 15,000 Shriners, including the imperial officers, the Arab and Bedouin patrols.”

The main la Fiesta de los Flores parade on May 10, 1907, began at Main Street and 9th; proceeded north on Main to Temple; then west on Temple one block to Spring Street; then south on Spring to 9th Street; then another block west to Broadway; and north on Broadway to 1st Street.

The 35,000 Shriners and their guests who visited Los Angeles also inspired this poem:



More about McGroarty can be found on the 1947 Project website.

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Barney Oldfield’s Green Dragon Blazes Through Los Angeles


What is it about Angelenos that as soon as you put them behind the wheel of a car, they want to see how fast it will go?

But it’s true. Great-grandpa was, in all likelihood, a speed demon and the old touring cars and horseless carriages that sputter down the street once a year in our Fourth of July parades seeming like frail survivors of the past were subjected to incredible punishment in what has to be the prenatal era of motor sports.

Unfortunately, the Southern California Timing Association (founded in 1937) and the National Hot Rod Association (founded in 1951 at the Tam O’Shanter in Glendale) were not available to record what the cars turned in the quarter-mile or their time in going from 0 to 60 mph during the May 4-5 auto races at Agricultural Park, roughly in the area of Exposition Park and the Coliseum, staged as a fundraiser for improving California’s roads.

(Actually, the time for 0-60 mph for most of the cars was: Never).

It’s a little difficult to determine the composition of the track, although it might well have been nothing more than 2-by-4s laid on edge over a heavy wooden framework, a method used on a racetrack in Venice about the same period. In fact, we don’t even know the names of all the drivers, just the make of their cars and how and when they broke down.



The 50-mile race, for cars selling in Los Angeles at $2,500 or more ($51,308.93 USD 2005), featured an Apperson owned by F.L. Hansen and driven by Wan Kuhl; a Cadillac driven by Lester Pattee; an Elmore with an unidentified driver; a Haynes with an unidentified driver; a Royal owned by Jim Morley and driven by Barney Oldfield; and a Thomas driven by J.R. Finletter.

Although racing taxed the engines (Oldfield snapped the crankshaft in an exhibition race with Bruno Seibel’s Red Devil), the most vulnerable part of these cars was their tires. Without a long detour into the less than thrilling subject of wheel technology, autos of this era were equipped with 30- to 34-inch tires and inner tubes on a demonic device known as the demountable rim—and if you don’t know what that is, consider yourself lucky.

The Times said: “Yesterday, two of the racing cars finished on bare rims, both on forward wheels. The drivers had to take the curves and pass other cars with no tire at all for several miles. The Cadillac’s tire came off in pieces, the fragments whipping past the driver with such viciousness that he and his mechanic had to drive the car from the off side, each reaching one arm across the car and holding the wheel.”

The winner of the 50-mile race was the Cadillac, at 66:30 (45.11 mph), followed by the Royal at 69:45 (43 mph); and the Elmore at 71:32 (41.93 mph). Many people in the grandstands, however, insisted that the Thomas had placed second, although its time was not recorded. Its top speed appears to have been 48 mph, finishing the first 5 miles in 6:13:25

Although the timing data is incomplete, the Cadillac achieved the following results:

The 25-mile point at 31:26:5 (47.70 mph); 30 miles at 37:48 (47.61 mph); and 35 miles at 44:09:5 (47.56 mph). Remember that some of these times were on steel rims.

In a five-mile race between the Bruno Seibel’s Red Devil and Harris Hanshue’s Reo Bird, Seibel averaged 58.63 mph, finishing in 5:07:25.

The top speed seems to have been reached by Oldfield, hitting 64.12 mph before a blown tire forced him to stop at the 7th mile of a 10-mile solo exhibition.

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The Shriners Ban Water Except for Bathing


Singing loud praises to Allah that strike a curious note in 2006, the special train of Shriners is flying across the Nevada desert brimming with Freemasons and their families pondering the ancient mystery: “What Makes the Wildcat Wild?”

The official communique from the Imperial Potentate reads:

“I send greetings and assurances that with the continued protection of Allah, the God of our Fathers and the Controller of our Destinies accompanied by a distinguished escort it will be my great pleasure to pitch the Imperial tent in the delightful Oasis of Al Malaikah Temple Sunday May 5.

“Word has been brought to me of the great welcome which the people of the Oasis of the Angels are preparing for us. My wise men have told me of the beauties of the sea, valley and mountain which will greet us at our pilgrimage’s end. The great Allah has so endorsed your Southland that our pathway will be bordered with trees and flowers of wondrous beauty.

“For this, all praise to Allah and for the festal days’ joy which are before us thanks to the faithful of the Southland.”

The Times notes that the Imperial Potentate has forbidden the use of water while crossing the desert, “consequently upon this edict comes the addition of two fully stocked commissary cars to the imperial train. Never in its history has Los Angeles had the opportunity of welcoming a more jovial party or one more interested in her feast of flowers than this one which is escorting its Imperial Potentate. When Owens River comes to Los Angeles, prohibition of water may be raised.”


The Imperial Potentate also warned all Shriners:

“Red fezzes of Shriners, visiting or home, are not good form in thirst parlors, shooting galleries, billiard parlors and other places to which the wearers would not take their wives, sisters or sweethearts. Potentate Flint has thrown out the hint that the little red top-piece should be taken by the nape of the neck by the man underneath upon entering such places and stowed away in a pocket or carried in hand.

“The suggestion of the potentate was quite generally observed last night. It was a common sight to see hatless men ranged in rows at drink troughs in various cases about the city, the red fez protruding from their pockets and dry red tongues hanging from their mouths.”

The Times reports that with the arrival of the first three groups of Shriners, the Aloha Temple of Honolulu, Islam Temple of San Francisco and Murat Temple of Indianapolis “the fizz of fezzes began to flow.”

Visiting Shriners received baskets of California fruit and a special presentation of what was described as the world’s largest orange, which weighed 2 pounds, 3 ounces and was 17½ inches in circumference.

Even Chinatown is preparing to take part in the welcoming parade with a wagon of young Chinese children that The Times is careful to point out were all born in California.


Quote of the day:
“Throttle Wide Open for Journey of Joy”

Headline in The Times

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Our Struggling Authors

In grappling with a novel about life in prison, writer Ernest Filer of Chicago decided that he should experience imprisonment for himself , thus he hatched the idea of breaking a window so he would be sent to jail.

He selected a small pane of glass at a cigar store and heaved a rock through it, assuming that he would be let off with a reprimand, a day or so in jail and an order to pay the cost of replacement.

The Cook County judge, however, took a dim view of his literary endeavors and “sent him to the stone pile for four months with instructions that he be kept at hard labor,” The Times reported.

Flier protested loudly, saying: “I wanted material for my new book. One of the principle scenes will be inside of a jail and to get the real ‘dope’—well, you know, judge, how it is with us literary people—we want local color.”

“All right,” the unidentified judge responded. “Four months in the Bridewell at hard labor will fix you all right. Lots of color out there, I understand.”

History, alas, remains silent on the Filer oeuvre and he apparently awaits his rediscovery and a compiler of his catalogue raisonne.

* * *


Pity the fate of distinguished tea expert Isaac McGay, who died at his home in Yonkers, N.Y., after three years of declining health blamed on more than two decades of government service testing the quality of tea to ensure that import duties were properly assessed.

“Tea merchants all say sampling teas always affects the health of those engaged in it,” The Times noted.

Shout out to the Marsakster: Obviously not Yogi tea.

* * *



Autoist Arrested

Unable to control his automobile because of drunkenness, it is alleged, A. T. Munns drove a big touring car into a team belonging to Arthur Cohn, a grocer at 512-514 W. 7th St., last night and injured one of the horses severely. Munns was taken to Central Station and booked on the charge of drunkenness. According to the witnesses, Munns was driving at a high rate of speed.

Attacks Fellow Prisoners

Two hours after William Cummings was locked up in the City Jail on the charge of drunkenness, together with a woman who, he claims, is his wife, but who gave the name of Stella Steely, last night, he attacked several prisoners in the drunk cell and injured two severely. An officer found Cummings and the woman on 1st Street between Spring Street and Broadway [Note: That was a block from the Central Police Station—lrh]. They were attracting attention by an argument as to whether they were married. Cummings seemed to be quite peaceable when placed in the cell but later cut and bruised Thomas Ryan and Charles Burk so seriously that they had to be taken to the Receiving Hospital.

News bulletins:

  • Author Mark Twain is aboard the yacht Kanawha, which is missing somewhere off the coast between Cape Hatteras, N.C., and Norfolk, Va.

  • A Southern Pacific train with 208 passengers, many of them Shriners en route to Los Angeles, is wrecked 20 miles south of Raton, N.M., when an axle breaks. Twelve passengers are injured, 10 of them seriously, and the traffic is delayed for 15 hours.

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The Shriners Are Coming!

Preparations are nearly complete for the Shriners Convention, which begins May 7 with the city’s Al Malaikah Temple hosting the gathering.

Among the events planned is a parade of Imperial Potentate Alvah P. Clayton from the Alexandria Hotel to the Scottish Rite Cathedral on Hill Street near 5th Street. The hosts also plan automobile rides to Glendale, where convention-goers will receive boxes of Tropico strawberries, and a table a quarter-mile long at the new development on Redondo Beach that promises to be “the biggest clam chowder party on record.”

The Times reported that Illustrious Potentate Matt Flint of Al Malaikah received the first installment of special lanterns to be carried by members of the temple and those to be carried by the Nobles of Islam Temple from San Francisco. There were 1,500 lanterns, one for each man in Al Malaikah and 500 for the visiting Nobles of Islam from San Francisco.

The Islam Temple will be staying at the King Edward Hotel on 5th Street near Main. The Algeria Temple of Montana will be staying at the Lankershim Hotel while the Nevada Shriners will be staying at the Van Nuys Hotel.

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On the witness stand, accused “Barefoot Bandit” James G. Fleenor complains that police got him drunk to gain a confession. Fleenor, who was black, had been part of an attempted jailbreak several weeks earlier.

“They took me down to Capt. Flammer’s office,” Fleenor said, “and asked me for a description of the two men I had got the box of jewelry from. Then they took me to my office in a hack. Before we started, the captain said to [Detective] Jones, ‘Here is $5 for the expenses of your trip with Fleenor.’

“We stopped on the way and had two or three drinks. In one of the saloons they charged 50 cents ($10.26 USD 2005) for my drink because I am a colored man. When we got to the office I tried to find the telephone number of the men I had got the jewelry from. I thought I found it and gave it to them.

“The next day [Detective] Boyd came to my cell and said we were going to the office again. He gave me a sample bottle of whiskey. We went to the office and hunted among my papers. I found another telephone number which I thought might be the one the men had given me. On the way back we stopped at Winston and Main streets and got a drink. I had a glass of whiskey and a glass of beer.

“On the fourth day of my arrest they came together and brought me a bottle of whiskey. They said they found the house where that telephone number was and they were going out there.

“Next morning they came to see me again. They didn’t bring any whiskey. Jones said: ‘Old man, it looks dark for you. They’ll stick you for this. We believe what you told us but you couldn’t make a jury believe that. You’ve got to find these people or stand for it yourself.’

“They took me down in the office again and said to me: ‘You stand for this like we tell you and you won’t get near so long.’ Jones was laughing and I asked him what he was laughing at. He said: ‘I’m laughing at the way you strung us. There’s no white man and colored man lives in that house. There’s a woman lives there, that we know.’

“Boyd said he was darned tired of it and that I had to [come] clean on it or take it on myself. ‘If you take it on yourself, there’ll be only one or two charges put against you, but if you don’t they’ll keep sticking them on you. That jewelry you had came from 15 or 20 jobs. Plead guilty and you’ll get a light sentence.’

“After I came up here and pleaded not guilty, they told me I’d done the thing wrong and that if I’d plead guilty like they told me I’d have got only four or five years. They said they would have gone to the county attorney and very little would have been done to me.

“But I wanted to have a chance to tell how it was.”

The Times reported: “Detectives Boyd and Jones admitted that they had bought Fleenor drinks on two or three occasions but denied that they had taken any to his cell.”

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Adventures in Dining

Nicholas “Nick” Schwegel (sometimes misspelled Schwegal), the city’s new restaurant inspector, issued a report to the Board of Health that left officials sick to their stomachs—so ill, in fact, that one board member asked that the report be tabled until they were feeling better. However, Mayor Harper insisted in pursuing the matter, having recently returned to work from a bout of food poisoning.

Schwegel said he inspected 424 restaurants in April and imposed $200 in fines, ordered 62 restaurants to clean up their kitchens, and seized and destroyed 70 pounds of meat, six chickens, 30 pounds of sausage, 9 pounds of cheese, a half-box of lemons and canned fruit.

He noted: “In many of the kitchens which I have inspected I find ceilings and walls so very unclean that it is impossible to prepare clean food. I also find toilets but a few feet, if not immediately adjacent to a range, ice boxes or closets in which foodstuffs are kept.”

In addition, inspection revealed that three or four beds, intended for sleeping, were kept in some of the food preparation rooms and that the kitchen help had faces and hands covered with sores.

Finally, Schwegel noted, uneaten food, known as “comebacks,” was reused: leftover meat was made into hash and sausage, and bones from patrons’ plates were thrown into the stock kettle to make soup.

In one June restaurant inspection, Schwegel noted:

“Many white people, who were eating in the [Japanese restaurant] thought they were getting a Japanese dinner and made no complaint because they thought the taste of the [rotten] meat was due to some kind of Japanese sauce.”

In August 1907, Schwegel was taken before the Civil Service Commission on a complaint by M.E. Sayles, a former assistant restaurant inspector whom Schwegel fired. Sayles accused Schwegel of favoring German restaurants and those businesses operated by an alliance that backed Mayor Harper.

“Chef Wolf, of the Windsor restaurant, testified that Schwegel doesn’t understand the first principles of restaurant inspection. Wolf keeps some Mexican hopping beans in stock. Schwegel came into the kitchen, saw the beans hopping about, thought they were maggots and wanted to have the place pulled. Wolf is certain that Schwegel is no gentleman, or he would know the difference between a maggot and a slant-eyed bean,” The Times said.

However, Schwegel mounted a strong defense, citing his campaign against reuse of “comebacks.”

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Time Clock

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NEWS AND BUSINESS


Motorcycle Hits Her

Miss Gertrude Young, who lives at No. 525 Wall St., was knocked down by a motorcycle yesterday as she stepped from a streetcar at 7th and Hope streets. The rider of the machine hastened away. Miss Young was taken to the Clara Barton Hospital.

No Milk Spilled

The horses attached to a Eureka Dairy wagon became frightened on South Main Street yesterday by an approaching streetcar and ran. A passenger on the streetcar leaped to the street, seized the bridles of the animals and stopped them. Not a drop of milk was spilled.

Paid for Collision

J. Hall of No. 655 S. Hill St., was hurled from a bicycle in a collision with an automobile driven by D. G. McMasters of 1010 W. 38th St. yesterday. The accident happened on Broadway between 3rd and 4th streets. Hall sustained slight bruises and his wheel [bicycle] was demolished. McMasters paid the lad for his wheel.

May Be Insane

Seizing James Harper by the throat and hurling him to the floor of the office of a lodging house at 127 Wilmington St., George May struck him violently several times last night, it is said. May was arrested on a charge of insanity. He is a miner who has been in an insane asylum, his friends say. He will be examined today by police surgeons.

Boy Seriously Hurt


Morrison Woodhill, 13, who lives with his mother at 410 W. 43rd St. was injured in an accident yesterday afternoon at Washington and Main streets. He was riding a bicycle and collided with a streetcar. He sustained a brain concussion and was treated at the Receiving Hospital. His mother came to Los Angeles from Montana a few months ago. Recently, she sent for her son and he arrived in the city on Monday. He was on his way to buy schoolbooks when the accident occurred.

Arrested for Spanking


John Vasey, 820 E. 17th St., was arrested last night on a battery charge because he spanked William Duncan yesterday. For some years, Vasey has been employed by Mrs. Tina Johnson of 749 E. 42nd St. as a gardener. He was unable to furnish bail and is held in the City Jail.

“These small boys bother me a great deal when I am working,” Vasey said. “This boy was very persistent and so I spanked him. I did not strike him hard. If I committed an offense I cannot complain, but I don’t believe that this charge is exactly just.”

Ps. The Shriners Are Coming!

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Blogging the Wolfe Book, The Two-Minute Executive Summary

From Feb. 3, 2006, to April 28, 2006, I devoted a daily blog to Donald H. Wolfe’s “The Black Dahlia Files: The Mob, the Mogul and the Murder That Transfixed Los Angeles.” In dealing with the 1947 murder of Elizabeth Short, Wolfe uses the “Laura” format, as in the Vera Caspary novel and Gene Tierney movie, in which the anonymous, butchered body is found and the narrative proceeds in flashbacks.

In checking Wolfe’s book against its sources and against the historic record, we have found lies, errors, fraud and plagiarism. We have found a heavy reliance on other books, notably Will Fowler’s “Reporters” and John Gilmore’s “Severed”—both of them extremely problematic—and the Los Angeles Examiner. In a survey of the book up to Page 73, these three sources constituted half of Wolfe’s source material. The district attorney’s files accounted for a mere 8% of the book.

Wolfe also relies heavily on two self-published books by disgruntled former police officers, Vincent A. Carter’s “Rogue Cops” and Charles Stoker’s “Thicker ‘n’ Thieves.” Note that despite Carter’s warning that he never worked the Dahlia case, Wolfe presents Carter’s statements as unimpeachable facts.

Did I mention the faked document?


We have seen Wolfe misrepresent what he uses from the district attorney’s files by suppressing the material that doesn’t fit his scenario and by altering other documents to bolster his case. In fact, Wolfe’s entire book is rendered impossible by the key district attorney’s document “Movements of Elizabeth Short Prior to June 1946,” which shows that she was never in Los Angeles in 1944 or 1945, a report that also demolishes the arguments of “Severed,” which is 25% mistakes and 50% fiction.

In other instances, Wolfe manipulates documents that refer to one suspect, Michael Anthony Otero, stating that they refer to Maurice Clement, who is described as “Brenda Allen’s procurer” without the slightest proof. Wolfe goes so far in misrepresenting the district attorney’s documents that he presents a photo, allegedly of Clement, that actually shows a different individual, Salvadore Torres Vara.

Wolfe also ignores and suppresses other documents that would destroy his case, notably an FBI memo on the actions of Bugsy Siegel on Jan. 14, 1947, the day before Elizabeth Short was killed, showing that Siegel was under FBI surveillance while in Los Angeles.

And then there’s the faked document, which Wolfe calls “The D Memorandum,” which was pasted together from two unrelated reports.

Without acknowledgement, Wolfe also lifts material word for word from my 1997 Los Angeles Times story on the Black Dahlia case and my website presenting the “director’s cut” of the 1997 story.

In short, Donald H. Wolfe’s “The Black Dahlia Files” is a conniving, cynical, cold-blooded literary fraud that exploits access to the Los Angeles County district attorney’s files to provide a veneer of authenticity to a vicious and entirely fictitious smear alleging corruption by hard-working, dedicated police investigators and prominent Los Angeles figures—who are conveniently dead and unable to defend themselves.

My dear Holmes! The haz-mat pile of Black Dahlia books is gone!

Exactly, Watson. They are all back in their lead-lined containers a mile under the desert outside Las Vegas, Nev. Until the next time I need them.


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When Knighthood Was in Flower

Los Angeles theatergoers are transfixed by the new production of “When Knighthood Was in Flower,” Paul Kester’s adaptation of Charles Major’s 1898 novel, forming a mile-long line to buy tickets at Morosco’s Burbank Theater at Main and 6th St.

One reason was the return of Blanche Hall, a longtime member of the Burbank’s stock company, after a stint on the New York stage.

Hall was a veteran of Oliver Morosco’s stock company, which maintained a grueling schedule of a new production about every two weeks of now-forgotten plays like “Our Boarding House,” “The Little Church Around the Corner” and “The Imperial Highway” along with the Shakespearean standard “The Merchant of Venice” and Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House.”

Such demanding schedules prompted actor Richard Mansfield to observe in 1905 during a stop at the Van Nuys Hotel: “The stock actor is a white slave. He toils without rest and without artistic reward. He is unjust to himself and to his public. His work is training, it is true, but the training is bitter—bitter!”

Actor William Desmond recalled one opening-night disaster at the Burbank in which Hall forgot her lines during the Act III, Scene 2 “casket scene” in “The Merchant of Venice.”

Desmond finally adlibbed: “Fair Portia, has naught to say?”

To which she replied: “Naught.”

Desmond said he laughed so hard that they had to draw the curtain.

Hall retired after 85 weeks for a trip to New York, where she received glowing notices in the newspapers. On opening night of her return to Los Angeles in “When Knighthood Was in Flower,” she received loads of flowers and made a short speech after six curtain calls.

In 1910, during a tour of Oakland, she was stricken with appendicitis and rushed home to Los Angeles for treatment. Later that year, she had a successful Eastern tour with her niece Evelyn Hall, who performed under the stage name Dolly Varden.

Hall remained a fixture of the stage in the ensuing years and by 1915 was performing at the Little Theater at Figueroa and Pico, along with actor Tyrone Power Sr.

Blanche Hall Morrison died Sept. 9, 1931, survived by a sister, brother and niece. She had been married for 10 years to actor Louis A. Morrison, who abandoned her to go on the road. The last time she heard from him was when he returned her watch with the words “this is the last link.”

As for the Burbank Theater, it was turned into a burlesque house before being demolished in 1974.

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Blogging the Wolfe Book, Request Line XXII

Large ImageI have ceased blogging in real time as I read Donald H. Wolfe’s “The Black Dahlia Files: The Mob, the Mogul and the Murder That Transfixed Los Angeles.” Wolfe uses the “Laura” format, in which the anonymous, butchered body is found and the narrative proceeds in flashbacks.

Now, I am taking a few requests before wrapping up the project. Today, we’ll look at Pages 345-357 at the request of Regular Anonymous Correspondent. Say your prayers, because I hope to conclude the Wolfe project this week.

Yesterday I got derailed
on Wolfe’s purported photo of poor old Maurice Clement (actually Salvadore Torres Vara) and excerpts of “Severed” author John Gilmore’s interview with Arnold Smith/Jack Anderson/Jack Wilson.

Sample:

J:
What do you mean?

A: What?

J:
What do you mean do I think anyone can do that?

A: Actually do that?

J: Cut someone in half?

A: Isn’t that what our relationship is all about?

J: What’re you saying?

A: I’m empty here and we are in the Sahara Desert.

J: (Orders more drinks). Arnie, I’m not really clear right now. I just wish Al was here, was with us.

Today I’ll try to do better.

OK. Here we go. This section is Appendix B, titled “The Hodel Hypothesis.” The question here is how does one conspiracy nut disprove other conspiracy nuts? Hm. Does that seem too harsh?

Page 345

Oh! I love this already:

“In the investigative nonfiction books published about the Black Dahlia case, two authors accuse their fathers of being the pathological killer.”

Now there are lots of ways I would describe Janice Knowlton’s “Daddy Was the Black Dahlia Killer” (written with Michael Newton, by the way) but “investigative nonfiction” isn’t one of them. Knowlton was really crazy and it was easy to make fun of her while she was alive—she used to leave long, rambling voice mail messages on my answering machine. But once she killed herself I’ve only felt sorry for her. It’s an extremely tragic story.

I also wouldn’t describe Steve Hodel’s “Black Dahlia Avenger” as “investigative nonfiction.” “Dahlia Avenger” has a wonderful “high concept”: Retired homicide cop goes through his dead father’s belongings and discovers that dad was the worst serial killer in the city’s history.

The problem is that Hodel’s “high concept” disintegrates immediately. Greatly simplified, Hodel’s entire approach is to reverse-engineer his scenario from the assumption that his father, Dr. George Hodel, knew Elizabeth Short, based on two photographs found in George Hodel’s belongings. But it’s not enough to claim that he knew her, Steve Hodel also claims that his father killed her.

Elizabeth Short’s sisters say the photographs aren’t her, so we know the story is bunk. But instead of responding to that, Steve Hodel changed his story to say that it doesn’t matter because they only served to interest him in the case. In fact, whenever someone punches a hole in his theory, which is not especially difficult, given his reliance on vast, shadowy conspiracies, powerful people in high places and wheels within wheels of corruption (sounds like Donald H. Wolfe, doesn’t he?), he erects a massive bypass to explain it away until his whole scenario looks like network of leaky plumbing.

The bottom line is this: If you are a person who believes that having venereal disease is a worse scandal that committing murder, Steve Hodel’s theory is for you. Others may have problems with it.

Page 346

Ah. Busted again. Understand that Elizabeth Short’s family issued its statement on Hodel’s photos through me. Wolfe uses their denial, but attributes it incorrectly to the Los Angeles Times, July 11, 2003, Page 27. In fact, it appeared in L.A. Weekly.

By the way, Wolfe says the photo of Elizabeth Short on Page 347 was taken in 1946. I doubt that its date has ever been successfully verified. Note, however, that despite the myth that she only wore black, she is in a light-colored outfit.

Page 348

Wolfe raises the same point I do on my website about the absurdity of Steve Hodel’s claim that his father sent a telegram to Elizabeth Short in 1945, when it is actually dated 1944. Wolfe, however, gives the month as July, which I certainly can’t tell from my scan, nor from his.

Page 349

The Man Ray photo. Steve Hodel jumps through a series of hoops to show that the position of Elizabeth Short’s body was intended to duplicate a photo done in the 1930s for the cover of “Minotaur” magazine, a small prewar journal published in Paris.

However, the connection between George Hodel and Man Ray has been enthusiastically shot to pieces.

Wolfe also goes through Steve Hodel’s handwriting samples, comparing crackpot notes sent to the newspapers after the Black Dahlia murder (hence the incredibly uninventive name Black Dahlia Avenger) with writing on Jeanne French’s body.

This, of course, ignores the fact that homicide investigators found footprints on and around French’s body that revealed the killer’s shoe size—far too small to have been George Hodel. I mean, why bother with a more ephemeral and intangible science like handwriting analysis when you’ve got shoe prints to compare?

If the shoe doesn’t fit, you must acquit.

So I’m skipping all this handwriting mumbo-jumbo. If you think someone who was plastered and had just stomped a woman to death (he also used something like the handle of a socket wrench) did his best work writing “Fuck You” on a body in lipstick, this may be significant to you. Otherwise it’s best to move on.

Page 351

The phrase “brutally murdered” is one of my special pet peeves. Like there’s a nice way to murder somebody.

Then Wolfe deals with Hodel’s claim that his father killed Elizabeth Short at the house on Franklin. There’s zero to show that, by the way.

Wolfe is actually correct in stating that investigators suspected Elizabeth Short was murdered at the Astor Motel. But they discarded the theory after tearing the place apart.

Page 352

Wolfe shoots down the theory that Elizabeth Short checked into a hotel on Washington Boulevard. Hm. Looks awfully familiar, doesn’t it?

Page 355

Wolfe says that Dr. Hodel wasn’t a surgeon. That’s right. He wasn’t.

And except for any last questions should do it. I’ll probably tie things up with a summary and leave the site as it since interest will undoubtedly grow leading up to the release of the Black Dahlia movie, which was horribly panned by a review audience.

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And here
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Shout out to:

Simon and Schuster (198.4.159.6)

Chicago, Ill. (12.64.54.31) Windows 98? Upgrade!

And who is the dude in Kerkira, Greece?


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Attacked by Mule


W.S. Stanton of N. 117½ E. First St. was attacked by a vicious mule at the California Truck Company’s stables, No. 337 Aliso St., last night and seriously injured. When he attempted to take the harness off the animal it leaped to one side and kicked him on the thigh, knocking him down. Before he could regain his feet, the mule walked over him, cutting and lacerating the calves of his legs. Stanton was treated at the Receiving Hospital and later taken to his room.

Must Go to China

Lea Shau, Wong How and Gee Tung were yesterday ordered deported to China. The trio were found to have come to America in violation of the exclusion act. The last-named of them is a man who made an unsuccessful attempt to eat some papers written in Cantonese dialect. The documents are thought to be highbinders’ instructions, but owing to the fact that the writing is in a boat-dweller’s jargon they could not be read by an interpreter.

Insane Man Returns Home

Fred C. Browsell, who escaped from the Southern California Hospital for the Insane at Patton several days ago, was found at his home, No. 1254 E. 28th St., yesterday morning. Browsell suddenly appeared and began to terrorize the neighborhood. He frightened his parents and other members of the family by his antics and the police were called. When Browsell saw a patrolman, he leaped a high board fence and tried unsuccessfully to escape. He is now in the City Jail but will be sent back to Patton.

Called Wife-Beater

A.A. Allen, who is accused of brutally beating his wife, will have an opportunity to plead this morning. He was arraigned yesterday before Justice Frederickson and charged with battery. Allen is said to have threatened the life of his wife, flourishing a razor and firing a shot from a revolver. He declared yesterday that he is unable to recollect anything that happened at his home, No. 1301 W. 25th St., Thursday night.

“I must have been drunk, judge,” said Allen, “when all this happened that the officers accuse me of. I certainly can’t remember of having fired a pistol or brandished a razor.”

Allen is an organizer of the Grand Fraternity, a local lodge.

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Twenty-seven teamsters were fined in the Police Court yesterday because of violations of hitching ordinances.

Quote of the day:

“Statistics show that a divorce is granted every three minutes in this country. How long will it be, at that rate, until we are all divorced?”

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