Found on EBay -- Dyas and Cline

This megaphone advertising Dyas and Cline has been listed on EBay. Bidding starts at $9.99.

Matt Weinstock -- March 21, 1959

Forgotten Heroes In 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]

Paul Coates -- Confidential File, March 21, 1959

Confidential File No Tattoo for Reyes In this era of stifling conformity to the dictates of Madison Ave., I find it a real comfort to know that there's a rebel in our midst. Fact is, a Cuban rebel, in a manner of speaking. He is orchestra leader Chuy Reyes, who, for years, has been contributing to the delinquency of the Sunset Strip by playing energetic mambos for aging saloon customers who should be home in bed. Chuy's personal revolution didn't involve his countryman Fidel Castro. It happened a year ago when Chuy and his orchestra were in the fourth week of an eight-week stand at one of Miami Beach's plushier resort hotels. The kind of place where, to mix you a little metaphor, the mink flows likeManischewitz wine. And, since Chuy's music was packing the place in mink every night, the management had no complaint. At least, not on that score. On another score, however, yes. Chuy learned about it one evening when his band "took five." The hotel's owner summoned him over to her table. "I have to have a talk with you," she said ominously. He sat down. "You know that little melody your band plays?" she started. "What little melody?" "You know," she said. "The one you use at the end of each set. It goes da-di-da-da-da-DA-di-da-DA-da ..." Signs Off With Tune "Oh that one," he beamed. "I use it for my signature music." The hotel owner nodded. "That's what I want to talk to you about," she said. "You use it for your signature music. So does Marlboro cigarettes." Chuy shrugged. "It's a coincidence," he said. "So?" "So, you can't play it anymore. That's what's so." The bandleader looked at her in amazement. "I don't understand what you're talking about," he said. "Why can't I play it anymore?" She raised a silencing hand, and then aimed it at one of the ringside tables. "You see that couple over there?" she asked. "That's the president of a rival cigarette company and his wife. Boss' Wife Sad "His wife," she went on, "doesn't like you to play that song." Reyes isn't a difficult man to do business with, especially if the price is right. He smiled pleasantly at his employer. "I get your point," he said. "No sense in creating a fuss. I'll play something else." He did. And then, when the couple left, he reverted to da-di-da-da-da-DA-di-da-DA-da. The hotel owner came rushing over to the bandstand. "I thought," she shouted, "I told you not to play that song. What's a' matter with you or something." "But they've left," Chuy shouted back. "What's wrong with playing it now?" Even While Absent "They are my best customers," she said. "And the president's wife told me that she doesn't want you to play it whether they're here or not." Chuy turned his back, finished the evening and announced to his boss that he was quitting. nobody could tell him what music he should or shouldn't play. When he repeated this story to me at Ciro's the other night, I shook my head in sheer admiration. "You got principles, Chuy," I told him. "Or," I added as an afterthought, "maybe you've got a small financial interest in Marlboro?" "I should be so lucky," he replied. "Well," I tried again, "are you a Marlboro Man?" "Me?" he snorted. "I couldn't pass the physical."

In the Theaters -- March 21, 1955

Trouble Was His Business -- Raymond Chandler

Dec. 16, 1973: A reappraisal of "The Long Goodbye."

Note: To mark the 50th anniversary of Raymond Chandler's death, the Daily Mirror is revisiting some of The Times' stories about his life and influence. We invite the Daily Mirror's readers to share their thoughts.

U.S. Sent Planes to Attack N. Korea; Angels' New GM, March 21, 1969

You may never need to glue a piano to the wall ... but isn't it nice to know that you could?

Turmoil in the Sierra Club. Testifying before a House committee investigating the Pueblo incident, Lt. Gen. Seth J. McKee says the U.S. planned to send F-105s to stop the North Korean seizure of the American ship but that the planes couldn't arrive before nightfall. The student strike at San Francisco State ends after 4 1/2 months when the Black Student Union accepts a settlement negotiated by a faculty committee. And eight police officers and eight protesters are indicted in the melee that erupted during the 1968 Democratic presidential convention in Chicago, including David T. Dellinger, Rennie Davis and Tom Hayden. TV newswoman Enid Roth of NBC is accused of hiding a microphone in the TV set of a hotel room used by Democratic Party officials.  Framed oil paintings, $17.77! Bob Hilburn reviews Glenn Yarbrough. Thirty years later, "Grin and Bear It" is a scrawl. But look at the workmanship on "Rick O'Shay" now that Stan Lynde has refined his drawings.

Los Angeles Times file photo Dodgers fans crammed together on the long, hard benches of the Coliseum, 1959. Selling Dodger tickets in 1958 was no walk in the park. "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. Walsh was sent west in 1957 to deal with the Dodgers' move in large part because he "was so efficient and silent that some thought he was as mechanical as a scoreboard. "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. --Keith Thursby

Found on EBay -- Mullen & Bluett

This red tie (with a golf pattern) from Mullen & Bluett has been listed on EBay. Bidding starts at $19.

Matt Weinstock -- March 20, 1959

The Pinch Quota An encouraging word came out of Sacramento the other day. Bradford M. Crittenden, taking office as California Highway Patrol Commissioner, told newsmen CHP officers will not have to make a minimum of arrests each day. "Bad pinches," he said bluntly, "are bad law enforcement." The news story continued: "Charges have been made in the Legislature and elsewhere that patrolmen are graded by the number of citations they issue and that promotions are given to officers with high arrest records." Let us localize the picture and see what we get. We come immediately to that horrid word "quota." ASK THE LAPD high command if there is a ticket quota and you get a horrified denial. Technically this is correct. But let us take the hypothetical case of an ambitious policemen who writes a ticket for every violation he sees and perhaps one now and then that he only half sees. As any motorist knows, this is like shooting fish in a barrel. If a traffic officer goes by the book we're all guilty of some infraction every time we get behind the wheel. Now let us say the captain of the station to which this eager beaver is attached is under pressure from downtown to step up enforcement because of several bad accidents in his area. What is to prevent him from calling in the other patrolmen and asking how come they wrote only three tickets the day before when the fireball wrote 12? Having no alternative, they pull a few suckers to the side and issue valentines. AN INCREASING number of motorists feel that justice would better be served by friendly warnings instead of tickets for minor offenses. On serious offense, of course -- no mercy. This would be possible if traffic officers were given full discretion to handle each case as they see fit instead of conforming to the philosophy that punishment is the only solution to the traffic dilemma. * * A LISTENER phoned KMPC yesterday and asked to speak to Dick Whittinghill. He had a suggestion, he said. When Dick came on the line the man went into a detailed explanation of his idea but Dick cut in with, "I'm sorry, I can't help you." "Why?" the man asked. "Because I'm not here today -- my show's on tape." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll call back tomorrow." * * THE FOLKS are fighting TV commercials again. Christine Walters is worried about the gal with the sniffles who gets out of bed maybe a dozen times a day to take a cold remedy. The cold has hung on so long that Christine thinks the gal should discard the thin nightgown for flannel pajamas. Ed Harding offers free to the Viceroy people another variation on their series. The scene is an operating room. In response to the key question the man with the scalpel tears off his mask and rubber gloves and says, "I'm not a surgeon -- I'm a CPA." * * EN AGUA CALIENTE The trouble with betting and winning a peso- I fear I'll be getting carried a weso. -- CLIFF MACKAY * * AT RANDOM -- No one seems to know why but racing drivers are superstitious about the color green. An automotive engineer entered in the Mobil-gas Economy Run to Kansas City received four new cars for the test but refused to accept two. Yep, bright green . . . Saddest man in Los Angeles this week is a trusting fellow who bought two Irish Sweepstakes tickets and learned the other day the seller hadn't turned in the money or the coupons on account he has been in jail for drunkenness. He'll always think of what might have been . . . Overheard by Paul Fierro in a Sunset Boulevard actors' hangout: "If he ever got the right break he'd be bigger than Lassie."

Paul Coates -- Confidential File, March 20, 1959

CONFIDENTIAL FILE Mash Notes and Comments "Dear Mr. Coates, "Imagine a friendship between a millionaire show business lady of star status and myself, a derelict newspaper hustler. "For years this friendship existed. I had my benefactress, and many times she came to my assistance and by sending me small sums of money for coffee and books and the necessities of my existence. "But money isn't everything, Paul. I have dropped my interest in my show business benefactress. "I figure it this way -- a man should not go on writing letters to a beautiful lady for weeks and months if he does not receive any letters in return. "It is difficult but I shall write no more letters to her. "I had written to her twice a week for the past four years. No answers. I got silence. "Man, I have stopped. I will send no more letters that get only silence. "Sir, I hope you never cross paths with a rich, beautiful lady." (signed) Memphis Harry Lee Ward, P.O. Box 1963, Hollywood. -- Why? What did I ever do to you? * * "Dear Paul, "I like you. You know what I mean? "You're kind of a nut, but you're cute. "In fact, if you weren't already married, I'd marry you, except that you're too old for me (I'm 23) and you're not a TV cowboy. "Be that as it may, I always regard you as a mature Ward Bond." (signed) Miss Kelly McKinney, 823 3/4 Maltman Ave., L.A. -- Odd. I always regard myself as a young Tab Hunter. * * "Dear Paul, "Robert Ruark as a journalist is tops, but your column never did appeal to me. "Let's face it -- your journalistic intellect does not go too high above 'Dear Abby,' even though you do occupy a higher positionnewspaperwise.  "And you know how her journalistic prose goes -- 'Never mind the orchids, hold out for orange blossoms.' "You lack imagination, even though your columns start out very dramatically, like, 'The boy was clinging to a tree branch on a hill.'" (signed) GilColvitto, 525 S Wall St., L.A. -- That was no boy. That was that little scamp Ward Bond. He's just immature. * * "Paul, "I have a new column who will print my letters. Dick Nolan's column of the San Francisco Examiner. "That means we are finished, Paul, you didn't come through with a loan that I asked you for a dozen times and even offered you the pink slip on my taxi. "You can write a letter to Nolan about me, that people looked for my letters in your column. "Tell him about my book, etc., but don't tell him I am fat and lazy and drink beer. He knows that. "I am in Dick Nolan's column exclusive now. No more letters for your column, Paul. It is your fault. "Au voir, Paul." (signed) Parkey Sharkey, 2077 Bay Rd., East Palo Alto. -- Not au voir, Parkey. Just good-by.

In the Theaters -- March 20, 1952

Trouble Was His Business -- Raymond Chandler

April 29, 1962: Robert R. Kirsch reviews "Raymond Chandler Speaking," a collection of letters, notes, articles and a piece of an unfinished novel, "Poodle Springs."  And so did film writer Philip K. Scheuer: Note: To mark the 50th anniversary of Raymond Chandler's death, the Daily Mirror is revisiting some of The Times' stories about his life and influence. We invite the Daily Mirror's readers to share their thoughts.

Movie Star Mystery Photo

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!

Los Angeles Times file photo Our mystery woman is a little tougher than usual, but not impossible. Please congratulate Tom Ratliff, who correctly identified her. He says: I wish I had a more romantic reason for "knowing", like "I'm a big silent film fan", but I'm just a resourceful internet user that gets a buzz out of solving puzzles like Mystery Photo." Update: Pauline Garon in a photo from "Satan in Sables," 1925. Los Angeles Times file photo Here's another clue. Who is our mystery woman? This is Pauline Garon in the play "Bad Babies," by George Scarborough, 1929. Los Angeles Times file photo Here's still another clue. Who is our mystery woman? And what about her mysterious companion? Update: Pauline Garon and actor Ward Crane in an undated photo. Los Angeles Times file photo Pauline Garon in 1942, when she sought a divorce from her second husband, Clyde Harland Alban.