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Larry Harnisch reflects on Los Angeles history
Forgotten HeroesIn the tense days of WWII and the patriotic binge that came with peace in 1945, councilmen solemnly pledged to honor the city's war dead with a memorial of some sort.
It was tentatively agreed that a living memorial was preferable to statuary. One suggestion was for a center in Chavez Ravine featuring a motion picture unit shooting actual films. There was also talk of naming parks for war heroes.
A few fumbling surveys were made but these ideas never got beyond the discussion stage. Meanwhile, a framed sign stating "This space is reserved for a fitting memorial to the war dead of WWII" was placed in the entrance forecourt of City Hall.
But times and councilmen change and memories fade. This week the sign was quietly removed. No one knows why and apparently only a few veterans care. They think it's a rotten shame.
A MAN puffing with exertion and carrying a suitcase and overcoat arrived late for the annual school play in a San Marino elementary school recently and apologetically plowed his way to his seat.
At intermission he said to his neighbors, "Please excuse me. I paid $15 cab fare from the airport to get here in time to see my boy. He's in the next act."
The little boy appeared briefly as scheduled, spoke one line and retired.
Greater love hath no parent.
WITHOUT a gimmick you're nowhere in today's movie market. And so Malvin Wald and Henry F. Greenberg , who wrote the script for the film "Al Capone ," and David Raksin , who wrote the score, got together and dreamed up a theme song.
The lyrics are choice. The first one: "This is the tale of Al Capone, the biggest gangster ever known. He came to Chicago in 1920 with only a gun -- but that was plenty."
Stanza 4: "That was the heyday of Al Capone, protection racket was all his own. Pay through the nose to save your store, yell for the law and you yell no more."
The way things are going in the violence department it's likely to be authentic folk music in about 10 years.
ONLY IN L.A. -- During the evening rush hour on the San Bernardino Freeway, John E. Edwards reports a motorcycle policeman in the narrow divider was precariously holding a full-grown sheep by the neck. Outcome unknown.
ANOTHER Space Age problem has presented itself.
Dave Siegel, preparing to film Nelson Glueck's book, "Rivers in the Desert ," about the ancient Negev civilization, isn't sure what to do about astrology.
In ancient times people believed the stars guided their destinies. Many still do and arrange their lives according to carefully calculated horoscopes.
But now we've got satellites orbiting all over the place and we'll have more as time goes on. Will these artificial whatchamacallits have the same astrological implications as the old standbys? And what about horoscopes? What can be said of a person born under the sign of Vanguard II? Tune in about the year 2000 and maybe we'll know.
A PIXIE at NBC tells unmarried gals he knows of a handsome young lawyer they might like to meet. When they show interest he says, "Fine, I'll have his mother call you. His name is Frank Duncan."
FOOTNOTES -- Instead of "Sincerely" or "Yours truly," Kay Kennedy of the Alaska Visitors Assn. signs off her letters, "Gaily" ... All in all, reaction on the new mugshot is favorable. As one reader put it, "You no longer look as if you'd just been stabbed in the back, smelled burning feathers or were confronted with a black widow spider."
Incidentally the untimely heat has brought out the b.w. spiders. Killed three of them on a brick pile ... Jack Webb, Badge 678, and his partner, Robert Bailey, are deputy sheriffs at Norwalk station. Never dragged a net in their lives ... Recommended listening: Count Basie's band playing "In the Night" at the Crescendo.
[Note: The Daily Mirror has been using Weinstock's preferred mug shot all along. The only thing we did is not flip it the way they did in 1959!--lrh]
You may never need to glue a piano to the wall ... but isn't it nice to
know that you could?
Dodgers fans crammed together on the long, hard benches of the Coliseum, 1959.
"It was January and the Dodgers had moved to Los Angeles but they had no ballpark. Walter O'Malley was dickering for the Rose Bowl, for Wrigley Field and for the Coliseum," Harold Parrott said. "That's what I call a real problem for a ticket manager."
Things worked out, of course, and Parrott the ticket manager was onto a new challenge by 1969, selling tickets in Seattle for the expansion Pilots in a makeshift former minor league ballpark. Parrott, who also worked for the Angels in Anaheim, had vivid memories of the early days in Los Angeles.
"It was 100 degrees some days in the Coliseum and the people would drop like flies," he told The Times' Mitch Chortkoff. "The seats were long hard benches. They were for skinny people. We had to eliminate every fifth one to give the fans some comfort.
"Yessir, we had problems but we licked them."
Parrott was typically optimistic about Seattle's potential, but the Pilots' future turned out to be in Milwaukee where they moved and became the Brewers.
Jim Murray visited the Angels in Palm Springs and filed a sharp portrait of the team's new general manager, who grew up in the Dodger organization.
"Dick Walsh will not have to be shown a baseball or told which way a guy runs when he hits a fair ball. Walsh put in nearly 20 years at the toughest apprenticeship a man can have in the grand old game--he worked under Branch Rickey and he was Walter O'Malley's 'No' man," Murray wrote.
"Dick became O'Malley's tough guy at City Hall and in the delicate first years of the Dodgers' pioneering, handling elections, building permits, city planning meetings. Any night, you could see him prowling the Coliseum and later Dodger Stadium, wearing dark glasses and carrying a walkie-talkie. 'I was the heavy,' he admits today, 'but it was fantastic experience.'
Murray had fun with Walsh's plan for a "multimillion- dollar infield" which didn't come to pass but he seemed to think Walsh's background might save an Angels franchise that stalled after some promising first seasons.
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Los Angeles Times file photo
Update: As three people guessed, this is Pauline Garon. Please congratulate Tom Ratliff, Annie Frye and R. Ahuna. Above, a still from "Man From Glengarry," 1922.
Feb, 20, 1923: An ad for "Adam's Rib," with Pauline Garon.
Just a reminder on how this works: I post the mystery photo on Monday and reveal the answer on Friday. To keep the mystery photo from getting lost in the other entries, I move it from Monday to Tuesday to Wednesday, etc., adding a photo every day.
I have to approve all comments, so if your guess is posted immediately, that means you're wrong. (And if a wrong guess has already been submitted by someone else, there's no point in submitting it again). If you're right, you will have to wait until Friday. There's no need to submit your guess five times. Once is enough. The only prize is bragging rights.
The answer to last week's photo: Phyllis Kirk.
Check back next week for another mystery photo!