Lillian loved Ed. She loved him even though he beat her. She loved him
even though he was on probation for beating her. And she loved him even
when he lay dying on the kitchen floor after she stabbed him in the
heart. "I didn't want him to hurt me anymore," she said.
On the night of the killing, Lillian and Ed had hired a babysitter for their two children and gone to a party in Sierra Madre. By the time they left, both had been drinking heavily.
On their way back to their home at 3843 Blanche St., Pasadena, Ed said he was going to drop her off and do some more drinking.
"I said, 'Oh, no you don't. You're not leaving me this time,' " she told detectives. So Ed, who was 6 feet tall, slapped Lillian, who was 4 feet 11.
"When we got home, he hit me again and again," Lillian said. "Then he started to leave.... I loved him so much."
He got her into the kitchen and backed her against the sink.
"I reached into a drawer and pulled out a knife. I don't know why I did, except that I didn't want him to hurt me anymore ... and I didn't want him to leave," she said.
"But I didn't mean to hurt him."
Lillian took the 5-inch steak knife and stabbed Ed in the heart. Then she pulled it out and threw on the kitchen floor.
"I embraced Ed. I asked him to speak to me," she said. "I didn't want him to die. I begged him to live."
"I didn't know what to do," Lillian continued. "I called the telephone operator and told her to get the police to our address. I woke up the kids and told them I hurt him. But I wouldn't let them see him."
On Jan. 28, 1959, Lillian Gloria Kella, 33, was convicted of second-degree murder in the killing of her husband. She faced a sentence of five years to life in prison, but The Times never followed up on the story.
View Larger Map
The Blanche Street neighborhood via Google maps' street view.
Larry Harnisch reflects on Los Angeles history
By Keith Thursby
Times staff writer
The Angels weren't the first team to fill their coaching staffs with former Dodgers.
Preston Gomez was named the first manager of the San Diego Padres, who would begin play the following spring. Buzzie Bavasi had quit as the Dodgers' general manager to run the Padres and it could not have been much of a surprise that he picked a familiar face. Gomez had been the Dodgers' third base coach since 1965.
The Angels can trace the beginnings of their recent success to the hiring of Mike Scioscia as manager. The former Dodger catcher filled his staff with former Dodgers such as Mickey Hatcher, Alfredo Griffin, Ron Roenicke and Dino Ebel.
The first Padre coaching staff also had a Dodger feel to it. According to a list on the Padres' website, at least three of the 1969 staff could bleed a little Dodger blue: Roger Craig, Wally Moon and Sparky Anderson.
Of course, that first Padre team didn't have the success Scioscia and Co. are enjoying in Anaheim. San Diego finished with a 52-110 record. Nate Colbert and Ollie Brown led the team in home runs and Al Santorini and Joe Niekro each had eight victories to lead the pitching staff.
Gomez managed in San Diego into the 1972 season before being replaced by another former Dodger, Don Zimmer. Gomez later managed the Astros and Cubs. He spent several years in the Angels' organization, most recently as a special assistant to the general manager. He was seriously injured in March on his way home from spring training when he was hit by a truck in a gas station in Blythe.
Los Angeles Times file photo(s)
Check it out! Jerry Doggett and Vin Scully are glued together! GLUED!! Published in The Times on Sept. 2, 1958. Glue and all. Oh you photogs (or more likely the guys in the art department, sez Howard Decker). As Gary Metzker would say: "They are out of control." When I showed this to Davan Maharaj, he called it "X-acto Shop." Anybody who did this today would be out on their ear.
By Keith Thursby
Times staff writer
Channel 11 was bringing in reinforcements for the Dodgers' Labor Day weekend series against the Giants. The Times' Don Page wrote in his Sportslook column that Channel 11 would use 15 cameramen in an effort to finish the Dodgers' first season in Los Angeles with improved coverage.
"The station spent the better part of last week at the Coliseum going through dry runs," he wrote. "In its telecasts from San Francisco earlier this year the station was open to criticism over failure to keep up with the action at times."
Sounds like some hockey games I've watched.
Vin Scully and Jerry Doggett would alternate between KMPC radio and Channel 11. Baseball teams may have too many announcers now, but that seems like a lot of work for only two guys.
Page also discussed the use of some new technology to bring college football games to local television.
USC and UCLA home games would be shown on Sunday afternoons "via the videotape recording process," Page reported. Videotape "could maintain the live quality of the original telecast," he promised.
I don't remember this era of televised sports, but I do remember when a game on TV was a big deal. It doesn't seem like that long ago that baseball's Game of the Week was worth arranging your Saturday morning around. After all, it was your only chance to see baseball from some exotic destination like Chicago or Pittsburgh.
Of course, it was that long ago.
Photograph by the Los Angeles Times
Update: The woman below is indeed Veda Ann Borg. The above photo was put in her folder by mistake and I didn't notice when I was scanning the pictures! She's not Veda Ann Borg. Any guesses as to whom she might be?
Los Angeles Times file photo
Veda Ann Borg in a 1941 photograph taken while she was making "Two Yanks in Trinidad."
|OK, who is she?|
Is it Veda Ann Borg? (L.C.) Absolutely! Congrats!
| She is one of those cold cases that leave all kinds of unanswered questions even when the killer is finally caught, convicted and sent to prison. Nothing about it passes the sniff test. |
We know her name was Helene Funk Jerome, born in New York on March 12, 1908, which makes her 50 at the time of the killing. She was living in a rear apartment at the Las Palmas Hotel, 1738 N. Las Palmas. That's the one used in "Pretty Woman."
She was supposedly a retired actress, but her credentials are rather vague. The Times said she was a graduate of either the Royal Dramatic Academy or the Royal Dramatic Society in London, so I'm guessing it was the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, which has no record of her -- at least online.
Most of her career was spent on the stage in China, The Times said. She never made any movies and shouldn't be confused with Helene Jerome Eddy, who died in 1990.
About 1943, Helene married Edwin Jerome, an actor who had a long career on Broadway before coming to Hollywood, where he appeared in such roles as a butler in "Gigi" and a doctor in "The Three Faces of Eve." They were estranged, he said, but remained friendly. He lived about 2 miles away at 1710 N. Harvard.
It's unclear whether Edwin called the hotel or the hotel switchboard operator called him, but either way, he became concerned when the operator said Helene's phone had been off the hook for a long time. He told police he went to the apartment to investigate and found Helene's nude body. The screen had been torn from a window near the door and detectives inferred that someone had broken in. The autopsy found that she had been strangled.
Edwin told police that he had been there late Tuesday, the night before the killing, and had answered the phone because she was asleep. Edwin said the caller was a man, but didn't get his name.
A few days later, police arrested Edgar Glenn McAdoo, 25, because he closely resembled the police sketch of a man seen with Helene in a bar a few hours before she was killed. McAdoo, who was working as a carhop after arriving from Lubbock, Texas, two months earlier, admitted being in a bar with Helene and said he escorted her back to the apartment but went home to 6674 Yucca St.
Investigators searched Helene's apartment for fingerprints to see if any matched McAdoo and he was given an extensive polygraph exam. However, prosecutors refused to file charges against him. He was released, charged with outstanding traffic warrants and freed on bail.
Next, based on an informant's report, police arrested Miller F. Dowdy, 42, who operated an all-night newsstand at Las Palmas and Hollywood Boulevard. Although the informant said Dowdy had been with Helene on the evening before the killing, Dowdy said he was working all night, although he admitted going on a date with her about three weeks earlier.
Dowdy was released a few days later for lack of evidence and police arrested Jordan Holt, 32, who was captured on a hotel roof and admitted being with Helene on the night of the killing, The Times said. The paper never reported what became of Holt, although he was apparently released.
In September 1960, police found another suspect, Henry Adolph Busch, 29, who admitted strangling three Hollywood women, including his foster mother's sister. He was questioned about Helene's killing, but apparently nothing came of it.
Finally, in November 1962, a 26-year-old shipping clerk from La Puente, Michael John Donahue, walked into the Portland, Ore., police station and confessed to killing Helene. He said he left Los Angeles a week earlier to get away but decided to confess to clear his conscience. Donahue said he followed Helene and a young man (presumably McAdoo) home from a Hollywood bar, then broke in once the man left. They argued and he killed her, he said.
Donahue pleaded guilty to second-degree murder and in April 1963 was sentenced to five years to life in prison.
This is only chronology I can come up with for Helene's killing and it doesn't fit together terribly well: Edwin is at Helene's apartment. It's late and she's asleep. The phone rings and Edwin answers, then he leaves. For the rest of it to work, Helene would have to get up, go to the bar and meet McAdoo, come home with him, and then be killed by Donahue. And Holt is supposed to fit in there someplace.
This lady seems to have been hanging around with an awful lot of low-life men who were much younger; two of them were half her age. And then throw in the guy working at the all-night newsstand; not exactly prime date material. The Times doesn't say anything about what she did for a living. I wonder what was really going on.
Helene was buried at Forest Lawn Memorial-Park. In addition to Edwin, she was survived by sisters Josephine Laroza and Frieda Theis and brothers John and Bernard Funk.
Edwin died a little over a year after the killing, having moved to Altadena. He "reportedly never recovered from the shock of the unsolved murder of his wife," The Times said.
Public records are inconclusive on confessed killer Michael John Donahue. A man by that name died in Long Beach in 1999, but it's unclear if this is the same man.
View Larger Map
Brian Stromsoe writes:
I think the Mirror was 5 cents back then. I delivered the Huntington Park Signal, which produced $20 per month for my comic book purchases, and a stop off at Rancher Bill's for a burger, fries, and coke -- all for $0.25 or $0.30.
I was a Boy Scout at the old Goodyear plant (Central and Florence -- neighbor worked there after WWII). And one g'pa used to take me out to Wrigley Field (Angels) and Gilmore Field (Stars). Got to watch Max West, Steve Bilko, Luke Easter, and (of course) Chuck Connors do their thing with a baseball. And I used to sneak into the Coliseum after Saturday morning classes at the Museum to watch some football games (UCLA 72 over Stanford; Frank Gifford as a USC halfback, etc.).
One of our family highlights was the Sunday drive to the airport to park on Aviation Boulevard to watch the prop jobs come in for landings. And who could forget the old aluminum hot dog stand near Central and Florence where Mr. Karcher began his chili dog career, maybe feeding those Goodyear employees for lunch. We later made him rich by eating at his #2 on Alameda south of Florence, and then his #3 in Huntington Park on Pacific south of Florence.
I was employed as a box boy at "Best Buy" or "Bi-Rite" on Florence / Avalon for $1.00 per hour (and $5.00 for any shopping cart we "found"). My sister was an usherette at the Fox Theater on Florence so I stopped by every night after work to watch movies (even the Spanish-language ones). My first haircuts were at Mac's on San Pedro, probably because he cut my dad's hair in the 1930s and 1940s. I think the family used another barber on Central for placing bets on the ponies. Seems betting on the horses was a pretty common neighborhood thing.
Well, enough for now, else I will be ruminating for the day.
Was Benajmin John Beynon an abusive husband ... or just a bad singer?
Ben, 46, and his wife of six years, Anne, lived at 1946 1/2 New England Ave., between Hoover and Vermont just south of Washington. For the last three years, Anne had been using a wheelchair, although The Times never explained why.
On the night in question, Anne wheeled her chair to the kitchen, got a knife and stabbed Ben in the chest. According to Anne, Ben had punched her in the nose and threatened her with a butcher knife.
However, Ben's 18-year-old daughter, Linda Lee Klein, said that Anne didn't like Ben's singing. She told police that Ben and Anne were arguing about his singing and as he hummed a tune, Anne wheeled out to kitchen, got a knife and stabbed him.
Anne was charged with murder, but The Times never followed up on the story, so we don't know what happened. Tracking down any details is even more difficult because we misspelled Beynon's name as "Benyon." Most unhelpful.
According to California death records, a woman named Ann Beynon died in Los Angeles on April 13, 1970, but it's unclear if it's the same person.
View Larger Map
By Keith Thursby
Times staff writer
Glenn Davis was such a star, his debut with the Rams was headline news. Even if the game wasn't a real game.
Davis, who won the Heisman Trophy in 1946 as part of powerhouse Army teams, was the main attraction at the Rams' intrasquad game at Gilmore Stadium. More than 11,000 fans attended the exhibition, which The Times' Braven Dyer said was Davis' first local appearance since he played at Bonita High in La Verne "way back before the war."
And Davis didn't disappoint, scoring three touchdowns. The only bad news was he wouldn't be available during the season for the Rams. Dyer wrote that after the next week's exhibition, Davis "goes overseas with Uncle Sam's army. Dan Reeves, principal stockholder of the Rams, sat in the stands last night and wished that Joe Stalin would drop dead or jump out of the third floor of the Kremlin."
Davis had a short career with the Rams after completing his military service. The Rams reached the league title game in 1950 and he led the team in rushing. But before his pro career started, he had injured his knee making a movie called "The Spirit of West Point" with his Army teammate, fellow Heisman Trophy winner Doc Blanchard.
At Army, the speedy Davis was known as Mr. Outside and Blanchard was Mr. Inside. Army won national titles in 1944 and '45 and finished second in '46.
After football, Davis spent more than 30 years at The Times, retiring as the director of special events.
Davis died in 2005 at the age of 80. The Times' Mike Kupper used a quote from a former Army teammate in Davis' obituary: "There are words to describe how good an athlete Doc Blanchard was. But there aren't words to describe how good Davis was."
I had to look twice at this one: A suspended police officer hires a couple of men to tunnel to his neighbors' house? Really? I mean are you serious?