A Christmas Story
Forty-one years ago a young attorney named Patrick J. Cooney came to Calexio from Chicago. One of his first clients was Jimmy Wong, who had 5,000 acres in cotton on the Mexican side of the border. He shipped his valuable crop into the United States, but he couldn't cross the imaginary line because he was Chinese.
Cooney obtained an entry certificate from the Chinese ambassador in Mexico City, but to use it Wong had to travel 100 miles over a bad road from Mexicali to Ensenada, hire a boat to make the 60-mile trip to San Diego, a Chinese port of entry, then go 130 miles to Calexio, where he lived. To put it another way, he had to travel 100 miles to go three feet.
LATER COONEY WENT to Washington and got a permit, the first of its kind, authorizing him to cross the three feet. Wong was grateful and when his son was born he asked Pat to name him. Pat suggested Patrick J.
That's why Atty. Cooney of W Manchester Ave. was pleased to receive as usual the other day yuletide greetings from Patrick J. Wong, who works in the city engineer's office, his wife Estrella and Jonathan Wong, 2. A Christmas card can stir a great many memories.
A LADY WHO lives in South Bel-Air asked her Japanese gardener, "Henry, what would you like for Christmas?"
"Cut down the eucalyptus trees," he replied plaintively.
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THE MANAGER of a supermarket is living in fear, waiting for the blow to fall. During a hectic tie-up at the checkstands, he learned later, an accommodating stranger, filled with Christmas spirit, okayed the checks for six customers- one for $25 above the amount of the purchase. He was just standing there, coatless, and the customers thought he was the manager.
ON A RECENT clear, sparkling day, as Emmett O'Hara and his family were out driving and Mt. San Antonio (Mt. Baldy) stood out sharply in the distance, young Timothy asked, "Is Mt. Baldy the tallest mountain in the world?" No, his father said, it isn't.
After a long, thoughtful silence Tim persisted, "Would Mt. Baldy be the tallest mountain if it had hair?"
TOWARD creating offbeat Christmas chatter for his program, Carroll Alcott of CBS radio went over to a downtown Santa Claus and, feigning indignation, challenged, "Why don't you drop dead! Look at all the trouble you cause!"
The fellow looked for a moment as if he'd jump out of his Santa suit and do harm to the heckler. Then he realized Carroll was needling and he settled back into his role.
ON THE other hand, the Candy Institute reports Santa has a real sweet job. County residents will eat an estimated 27 million pounds of candy this Christmas season, city dwellers about 11 million pounds. National average- 4.5 pounds per person for the year's end . . . By the way, Alyce Hall saw two Santas on their way to work, carrying lunch buckets. Looked incongruous, but they have to eat, too . . . The Christmas spirit, Jean Kusche reports, isn't quite 100% on 118th Pl. near Prairie Ave. in Inglewood. Five adjoining houses have beautiful lighted displays. Across the street a house has a wreath with a candle in the window and under it a lighted sign, "Scrooge Lives Here."
GEORGE B. HILL came upon a grim Christmas story in Edward Gibbon's classic "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire." In Chapter 62, under dateline of Dec. 25, 1261 A.D., a usurper deposed the heir to the throne of Byzantium, blinded him and sent him into exile . . . Thomas Hornsby Ferril of the Rocky Mountain Herald, Denver weekly which carries pages of legal advertising, always wished a Merry Christmas to "all Herald angels."