Larry Harnisch reflects on Los Angeles history
July 1, 1943: "Five Graves to Cairo" opens in Los Angeles.
July 2, 1943: Schallert reviews "Five Graves to Cairo" and calls the ending "bitterly tragic."
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A man who lives in an outlying section a few nights ago drove a guest, a visitor from New York, to the Biltmore Hotel. It was after midnight when he reached the downtown section.
He was driving west on 5th Street -- one-way westbound -- and turned left on Olive Street so he could let his passenger off at the hotel entrance. A gendarme nailed him.
The motorist asked what he had done wrong. He was told he had turned left from the middle lane as if it were a two-way street instead of from the extreme left curb lane. The motorist pointed out there was no traffic and he had created no hazard. He got the ticket anyway.
After he said goodbye to his passenger and drove off, he turned right -- that is, west -- on 6th Street, posted one-way eastbound. The same officer nailed him again.
HE WAS GUILTY, no question about that, and he has paid his fines. But he remains outraged. In five minutes, through ignorance, he received two moving violations. he does not like them on his record. He is a careful driver. In 20 years of driving he had received only one citation -- a questionable 551A, failure to yield on a left turn.
And he brings up a point that has been reiterated here. Is our traffic enforcement, as decreed by a public servant named Parker, supposed to educate, control and give guidance or merely to punish by issuing as many citations as possible? He felt that the officer, at least on the second offense, could have smiled.
Meanwhile, he has resolved his resentment into a simple statement: "Unless it's absolutely necessary I shall never go downtown again."
AFTER THE news photogs seemed to have flash-gunned their fill of Harry Truman Tuesday a cameraman from another paper inevitably asked for "one more."
Harry said good-naturedly, "I guess you're not a member of the Just One Club -- you didn't give the password."
"What's that?" the photog asked.
"Please," laughed the ex-president.
ONLY IN L.A. -- While waiting for a train to pass on Alameda Street, Bob Schwartz of the APCD saw four husky, grinning workmen at the California Milling Corp. -- one at each wheel -- lift a parked blue Isetta and hold it aloft a moment to see how heavy it was.
ALONG VINE STREET they're telling of the Martian who went up to an earthman, unaware he was a Method acting coach, and said, "Take me to your leader." The acting coach studied him a moment and replied, "You're a little too tense!" -- Then there was a certain writer's comment on the last half hour of the Academy Awards clambake: "I thought Al Jarvis had gone coast-to-coast!"
AND DON'T FORGET NEXT WEDNESDAY
Before you can go to heaven you
Must be marked Paid Up
by the Bureau of Internal Revenue
--FELIX MENDELSSOHN JR.
FOR REASONS he doesn't care to discuss, H.S. has worked out this parody:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning my doghouse."
"Oh, are you a dog?"
"No, I'm a man."
"Do you think everyone should be a man?"
"That's something everyone should decide for himself, but I do think everyone should keep his doghouse clean."
MISCELLANY -- Let's not panic, but the title of Hale Spark's University Explorer program on KNX Sunday will be "The Stubborn Staphylococcus." It's the germ which causes boils and stubbornly resists wonder drugs ... "Imagine!" says Frank Barron, "some day we may have war surplus atom bombs" ... Modern Medicine has this quote from a coroner's report: "An act of God under very suspicious circumstances."
Coates Talks With Exiled Boss Batista
This is another in a series of columns by Paul Coates, based on a trip to the Dominican Republic, where he interviewed ousted dictators Juan Peron andFulgencio Batista.
By PAUL V. COATES, Mirror New Columnist
CIUDAD TRUJILLO, Dominican Republic, April 9 -- Fulgencio Batista, the former dictator of Cuba, may be a lonely man. But he is far from alone.
He shares his exile with one of his sons, a retinue composed of his former government officials, and a covey of bodyguards with familiar bulges in their back pockets.
When I called on him at his third-floor suite at the Hotel Jaragua here, I was stopped by two men in civilian clothes who stood in front of the door.
"I have an appointment with Senor Batista," I told them.
They nodded, but still barred the way. Their eyes gave me a quick, professional frisk. Then they motioned me to enter.
Another two men were standing in the living room of the suite.
They watched with intense interest as my cameraman, Red Humphreys, began unloading his suspicious-looking boxes of film equipment.
Finally satisfied, they walked into the corridor and left us alone in the room.
Batista's apartment in this hotel is lavish. It has a huge terrace overlooking the ocean and a number of sitting rooms that have been turned into makeshift offices for his assistants.
While we waited for the ex-strong man to appear, a maid served us demitasses of potent Dominican coffee. I made a quick survey of the living room.
Roy Rogers en Espanol
A couple of Roy Rogers comic books in Spanish shared an end table with copies of the New York Times, the Dominican Herald and an expensively bound Havana equivalent of the Social Register.
Suddenly, Batista entered the room.
He was wearing a neat blue suit, dark tie and white shirt.
I asked him first how I should address him. Should I call him "Generalissimo" or, now that the party is over for him in Cuba, just "Senor."
A Dignified Title
He spread out his hands and smiled. "Who can say when a thing is over?" he asked me. "Maybe tomorrow it will be over for Castro and not for me. Nobody can say.
You want to know how to address me?" he went on. "My title is 'Generalissimo.' But 'Senor' is a dignified title, too. Call me that."
We sat on the terrace and talked.
I asked him to tell me the worst thing about his exile.
"The worst?" he replied. "The worst is sitting here and reading in the papers about friends -- people who worked with me in my government -- being killed. That's the worst thing.
"And," he went on, "my family. We are all separated now. I have nine children. five boys, four girls.
"Four of them are with my wife in Florida. The others are in different places in the United States. Only one, my son George, is here with me."
I mentioned to him the constant rumor in the Caribbean that Castro is planning to invade the Dominican Republic. And I asked if this worried him.
He shook his head.
"Castro only talks," he said. "He talks like a crazy man. But I am not worried."
An aide came onto the terrace and handed him a message. He read it, grunted and handed it back.
A moment later, as we were walking back into the living room, a door somewhere in the apartment slammed shut with a loud bang.
Batista, the most wanted man in Latin America, looked at me and laughed.
"You were scared, huh?" he said.
Then he shook his head slowly.
"That's no good," he told me. "A man must never be scared."
Jack Smith on the "dry martini" line in "The Major and the Minor."
Davis was headed toward second in a 1965 game at Dodger Stadium, a routine play that forever slowed his career. Davis broke his ankle trying to slide into second and although he played again, the batting champion became a well-traveled hitter with a promising past.
Davis said he "didn't know how it happened. I thought there was going to be a play on me and I came up with a new kind of slide. When I looked down, I thought my ankle was in right field."
He won consecutive batting titles by hitting .346 in 1962 and .326 in '63. But the Dodgers traded him to the Mets after the 1966 season. By 1969, Davis was starting over again with the first-year Seattle Pilots. The Times' Mitch Chortkoff visited with the former Dodger, who still had good things to say about his old team.
"I've been with four teams but the Dodgers are still special to me," he said. "I think they have a chance to be real good this year. When I heard they had won their opener I was happy for them."
His new manager, Joe Schulz, planned to play him regularly. But by August he was on the move again, to Houston. There would be more stops, including a brief stint with the Angels in 1976.