The lady admits her crime. The engine in her 1947 Mercury station wagon is inefficient. And when the APCD man stopped her a block from her home in Whittier and told her it was emitting 70% white smoke, she didn't fight it. Especially when he told her, "Don't worry, the first offense is usually a suspended fine."
What made her angry was groping her way through the black smoke of two tanker diesels ahead of her on Painter Ave. on the way to the courthouse and hearing the judge's edict -- $25 or five days. And remembering that a nearby chemical plant whose fumes disabled three employees received several warnings before being cited.
Anyway, the lady, mother of six children, who drives only 100 miles a month to school, church and stores, wants everyone to know she is slowly saving the money to get an engine overhaul so she will no longer be a smog menace.
Below, these pages show the incredible tear-ups newspapers routinely used to make between editions. All in hot type, too. No wonder the third floor of The Times was mostly Linotype machines. This is unthinkable today.
AS EVERYONE knows, McCall's is the magazine of Togetherness -- capital T. It so states on the cover.
And what does it state inside, Mr. Anthony? (John J. Anthony, Channel 9, 5 p.m.)
Well, on Page 24 there's an article titled "The First Year," dealing with the problems of newlyweds.
On Page 48 there's Debbie Reynolds' "story."
On Page 50 titled "The Disgrace of Hollywood," Leonard Slater has compiled a divorce chart of the movies' marriages which have gone kaput in the last 25 years (from 1934 through 1958). Grand total: 230. Of course, some like RitaHayworth, Mickey Rooney and Artie Shaw are multiple losers.
However, there's a saver -- Agnes Sligh Turnbull's fiction story "And They Lived Happily Ever After."
You can't help wondering if the McCall's people are kidding about Togetherness. Everyone else is.
Too young to retire
And too old to hire,
Cut clean out of life
By society's knife.
--JOSEPH P. KRENGEL
STOP the presses -- A group of incorrigible reporters were debating the question "Which hurts worse -- getting shot in the fracas or getting shot in the melee?" . . . A reminiscing editorialist recalled the time during Prohibition that he got a "two-pint raise" . . . A newsman found this note from a judge on his car parked in the Hall of Justice lot: "In trying to start your car, which was parked behind mine, I snapped off your turn indicator handle. Please get it fixed and send me the bill. I am sorry to cause you this trouble. This note is written because of my innate honesty and the old legal maxim of jurisprudence: Always be friendly with the press."
THE WAY it's being told, a ticket seller at Santa Anita sat down with his colleagues in the shade of an old greenback tree, reached into his paper bag, unwrapped a sandwich and took a bite.
He couldn't bite through, tried again, but still couldn't. He looked and found he'd been chewing on a thickness of valueless mutuel tickets. Farther down in the bag he found a note from his wife stating, "When you bring home money instead of these you'll get meat in your sandwiches."
It's a variation of an old one, but I suppose these things could really happen twice.
LOOSE ENDS -- Jim Zaillian of KNX reports spotting the auto license plate MUY 502, which in Espanol and LAPD parlance means very drunk driver . . . And two cars alongside at Sunset and Vine waiting for the signal change had the letters MYE and PYE . . . The youngster generation has a new way of telling time. Allan Williams, 16, went to a neighbor's house to watch TV last Saturday. Next morning, asked what time he got to bed, he replied, "Two shows after 'Gunsmoke.' "