Matt Weinstock, Nov. 5, 1959
The Tax Bite
Tuesday was the day of the big blow. No, it wasn't windy. It was the day the tax bills hit the fan.
The resultant moans have ranged from low and plaintive, tapering off into controlled disgust, to massive indignation, accompanied by a fierce resolve to do something about it.
Property owners were warned their tax bills would be raised but the blow, as always, caught them unprepared.
A woman who lives in a rundown industrial section in southeast L.A. was dismayed to find her taxes had been increased from $100 to $190, give or take a dollar. She said sadly, "We simply won't eat for two weeks. I mean it."
WHEN THE MASTER OF A HOUSE in South Bel-Air came home for dinner Tuesday he was served a big steak with all the trimmings. "What happened?" he asked. "Did you hock the family jools?" "No," his wife replied, "we just got our tax bill. This is your last supper."
A lady in Westchester said, "My taxes are up more than $60 and I read that our officials are seeking new ways to raise revenue.. Does it ever occur to them to cut expenses?"
EVERYBODY'S cutting up television since the quiz show scandal, and now a mother wishes to unload her beef. When she reproved her 6-year-old boy for the mouth-stuffing, eye-rolling, lip-smacking manner in which he was eating his cereal he replied, "That's the way the kids on TV eat their cereal!"
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Are you what we think
Or is your twinkling
A short circuit on a
A CALL WENT OUT over the police radio Tuesday that Erwin Mathias Walker, 42, escaped mental patient, was having breakfast at Ave. 35 and Eagle Rock Blvd.
This paper's news team, Bill Kiley and Bob Martin, covering an auto accident nearby, rushed there in time to see a man wearing a blue jacket and gray pants, as described in the radio call, come out of the restaurant and walk to a bus stop.
In a few minutes the area was swarming with gendarmes. One asked Bill, "See anyone?" Bill pointed to the man at the bus stop. Guns drawn, the officers closed in on him.
The poor guy, wondering what was going on, edged slowly away, like Buster Keaton retreating from a villain in an old movie.
It was, of course, a false alarm. Walker, object of a state-wide search since his escape from Atascadero hospital last Saturday, was captured by a hunter Tuesday near San Luis Obispo.
But the stalking job on the suspect on Eagle Rock Blvd., to hear Bill and Bob tell it, was as nervous as anything you'll ever see on "Richard Diamond."
Still another panel you’ll never see in the legacy version of “Peanuts.”
IT'S THAT TIME! -- Arthur Wenzell, who goes back to the days when people in his business were press agents, not public relations counselors, has sent out his Christmas cards . . . Tiffany & Co. has an ad in the New Yorker for a ruby and diamond necklace for $18,700 and earrings for $7,200. Of course, prices include federal tax . . . For the Christmas trade Capitol is bringing out a record by a vocal group known as Dancer, Prancer and Nervous. Yep, singing reindeer. So you've been warned.
MISCELLANY -- Bud Baker of KBIG says he knows a fellow who thinks Vat 69 is the pope's telephone extension . . . Speaking of unusual pets, Patricia Cason reports her cat is appropriately named Skitzophrene and her father and son dachshunds are Hurkemeister and Squizmar. Furthermore, she insists both can say, "I'm hungry" . . . Connoisseurs of the grim ending get an eyebrow raiser in "Odds Against Tomorrow." A policeman seeing the remains of Robert Ryan and Harry Belafonte, who hated each other in life, after they are burned beyond recognition in a tank fire, asks, "Which is which?"