Matt Weinstock, Nov. 4, 1959
Confused Stranger Let us stipulate that people are rushing into the L.A. area at the rate of 640 -- or is it 704? -- a day and it is inevitable that there are strangers in our midst. Now proceed.
A confused woman came into the Thrifty drugstore on the northwest corner of Wilshire Blvd. and Canon Dr. and asked what bus she should take to get to Hollywood.
A clerk directed her to cross the street, walk to the corner, take an eastbound bus and get a transfer.
"Why can't I stand on this corner," she asked, "and take the bus going the other way?"
"You can't," was the reply. "That'll take you to the ocean."
"Oh really," she said, "what ocean?"
ABOUT 5:30 p.m. last Thursday a woman and three small children stood at the door to get off a streetcar at the next stop.
When the car came to a halt the two children, about 5 and 2, stepped off but the doors closed before the mother, carrying a baby, could step on the door-opening pedal.
The woman called to the operator to stop but he paid no attention. The other passengers, excited at the prospect of the two children left in the street in the cold and dark, shouted for him to stop but he increased his speed. By this time the mother was crying and pleaded with him.
Finally he stopped, far past the spot where the children had been left. The last the passengers saw, the woman, baby in arms, was running frantically back toward them. One passenger, aMonterey Park woman called Elaine, was deeply disturbed. "Let's not bring little Rock to Los Angeles," she says.
The mother and children were Negroes, the operator was white.
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Our school is not the same.
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--MILTON J. FRANK
BECAUSE Chicago's Midway Airport was ceiling zero, Erskine Johnson's plane, along with 30 other Chicago-bound transports, had to land a few days ago at Indianapolis for what was announced as a three-hour wait. Soon the airport looked like a movie mob scene, with passengers groaning over cancellations and haggling over switching flights.
A large irritated gentleman, anxious to be off to his destination, got into a loud argument with a TWA ticket clerk. Getting nowhere, skinny Johnson reports, "This is impossible! I want to talk to your station master!" The railroad melody lingers on.
FURTHER EVIDENCE that man has not quite conquered the skies came as an Eastern Air Lines plane settled down for an instrument landing at a storm-bound Midwest city.
"Fasten your seat belts," the hostess said, "and cross your fingers."
NOT LONG AGO a boy about 9 waited in line at the West Valley public library to return an armful of books. When his turn came he asked firmly for 12 cents. For what, the astounded librarian asked. Well, he'd heard her explain to the lady in front of him that she showed 3 cents a day for each overdue book and he figured it worked both ways. Inasmuch as he was returning his books one day early the library owed him a dime and two pennies. The librarians are still smiling.
HALLOWEEN echoes are still reverberating. After two hours of trick or treating Kenny Kovitz, 7, came dragging home and examined his loot. There amidst the candy, gum and cookies was a pack of Tums . . . Hugh O'Brian had to be away over the weekend so he set up a recording device at his Benedict Canyon home. When someone rang the doorbell his voice said, "I am not at home. Please help yourself to some candy in the mailbox." Very little was taken. The youngsters probably thought it was a ghost talking . . . By the way, many people are saying they're going to turn out the lights and pretend they're not home next Halloween. Too many big kids from other neighborhoods.