Found on EBay -- Yorty for President!

Two Yorty for President campaign buttons have been listed on EBay. According to a March 16, 1971, story, attorney John Sheffield passed out the buttons as part of a draft-Yorty campaign. Yorty was endorsed by William Loeb, the controversial, conservative publisher of the Manchester, N.H., Union Leader. The Buy It Now price is $4.50.

Matt Weinstock, May 30, 1959

Day at the Races After a long hiatus, Snake, this corner's caddy correspondent, has reported in again, this time with a racetrack adventure. He and some other Bel-Air caddies who'd made a few good loops (carrying golf bags around the course) decided one day recently to try their luck at Hollywood Park. They pooled their loot and agreed to bet on certain jockeys. "We are not poor losers," Snake said, "but by the sixth race we were down to almost empty saddles." Not only that, people swiped their seats when they went down to the windows to place their bets. They were sitting high in the grandstand as the horses paraded for the seventh race. Their money was on a jockey who is a familiar figure in golf and a nice guy. As he went by one of the caddies yelled, "Hey, don'tthreeputt this one!" But he blew it and the next race, on which the caddies' last dimes were riding. After the race, the same caddy walked up to what Snake calls the "almost barrier" and said softly to the jockey, "Just what really is your line?" :: ON THURSDAY Mrs. Jean McKeen, who lives on a 40-foot sloop anchored at Balboa, got the signals that motherhood was imminent. Her husband, a yacht rigger, was working on a boat somewhere in the harbor and could not be reached, so she phoned her mother, Mrs. MaxRinehart, in L.A. Her mother rushed there to help and as they started ashore Jean stopped and said she better leave a note for her husband. And with the refreshing casualness with which young people now contemplate such matters she wrote simply, "Having baby," and dashed off to the hospital. :: REMINISCENCE I used to watch the "give" shows, Now I watch and play -- It seems the wheels who ran them Gave themselves away. -- JULIAN BROWN :: WE'VE HAD hoses that burrow into the ground, men who claim to have ridden on flying saucers and all sorts of miracles and phenomena. This week there was a new mystery. Mrs. Virginia Lily, 6102 Delphi St., Highland Park, phoned the paper and asked, "Have you heard of a plane losing something while flying over Los Angeles?" Told there was no such report, she said, "Well there's a lot of butter on my roof." Closer inspection revealed it was really oleomargarine, six quarter pounds of it. They had struck her roof and driveway and a neighbor's roof with tremendous force and splattered. Mischievous youngsters might have been responsible, she conceded, but the blobs were in a line, indicating they had landed from a great height. "It's kind of silly," she said, "having to clean up after airplanes." :: EVERYONE IS making cracks about the Yanks, but Eric Sevareid said it best on his CBS radio broadcast. An excerpt: "For years we've been preaching the cause of the small against the big, the weak against the fast and the old against the new. And behold, it is beginning to happen. The New York Yankees are in eighth position in the American League. It is a warning wink in the Almighty's eye, putting the world on notice that those who live by power must die by power. The meek shall inherit the earth and it's about time." :: FOOTNOTES -- There's one in every crowd. During a discussion of "The World, the Flesh and the Devil," in which only three persons are left after an atomic war, BillGraydon asked. "Is that the one where Harry Belafonte get the ticket for jaywalkings ?" ... Attention all paupers: A Mercedes-Benz ad offers "the world's most honored car at prices pauper or prince can afford. From $3,500 to $13,000" ... Monty Ryan knows a ladymalaproper who says if she didn't go to gym class every week her muscles would get "flappy " ... This is one of the weekends the safety council people worry about, and the traffic toll figures Sunday night will tell why. Me, I'm staying home on some long postponed reading.

Paul V. Coates -- Confidential File, May 30, 1959

Isn't it amazing how much Pogo looks like Calvin of "Calvin and Hobbes?"   Confidential File Mash Notes and Comments (Press Release) "Washington, D.C. -- According to Congressman Craig Hosmer, sponsor of the Interior Department's 10-year, $10 million research program aimed at practical conversion of salt water to fresh water, it takes 660,000 gallons of water to make a ton of synthetic rubber, 200,000 gallons to grow a ton of alfalfa, and seven gallons to flush a toilet..." (signed) Rep. Craig Hosmer, 530 House Office Building, Washington D.C. -- So that's what you were doing in there all that time. Charlie Halleck was beginning to worry about you. :: "Dear Ms. Coates -- "The other day I was witness to a very deploring incident. "A driver ran a red light and was immediately stopped by an officer. The driver put up such a big fuss and even cussed the policeman. He knew he was wrong, but still he insisted he was right. "Later, when I got home, I was inspired to write the following: When a policeman stops you on the street, Because of a signal you didn't beat, Don't blow your top or alibi. He saw you do it, so don't lie! Instead, give him your co-operation Because you're guilty of a violation: And the ticket that he hands you then Is to tell you, "Don't do it again." The officer is not your foe -- That is something you should know. He is there for your protection. And for accident prevention. So, if a policeman you happen to meet While you're walking down the street, Don't turn your head the other way; You might have need of him some day. "I read your column every day and enjoy it very much. You and Dear Abbey make my evening complete." (signed) Arthur M., Los Angeles. --You and your poems make me sick. :: (Press Release) "NEW YORK, N.Y., -- Lithe and lovely Audrey Hepburn has gone 'animal' for the June issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. "In a photo series of animal-imitative exercises for relaxation and muscular tone, Audrey displays a hitherto unrevealed facet of her multi-sided talents by portraying as beautiful a menagerie as will be seen anywhere in the world.  " 'Actually,' explains Audrey in Cosmopolitan, 'animals never have bad posture, nor are they ever clumsy. I've tried to incorporate what I've seen in animals so that the human body can benefit.' "For purposes of demonstrating the beauty and fluidity of animal movements and control, the elfin beauty has donned a flaming red leotard, and in the natural grass lawns of the 'Green Mansions' set, she runs a gamut of exercises inspired by the fawn, the monkey, the sloth as well as the crane, the lynx and many others from the animal kingdom. "For those who have never actually seen a beautiful monkey, the color-filled, Audrey-dominated pages of June Cosmopolitan are highly recommended." (signed) Heart Magazines, 250 W. 55th St., New York City. --Yes. But what do you recommend for those of us who have?

A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: Your Health

May 30, 1984

LAPD Official Dies, 3 Officers Hurt in Copter Crash During SWAT Exercise

Police Cmdr. Paul J. Gillen, 1925 - 1974

May 30, 1974: The Times reports the LAPD helicopter hit a ridge in Kagel Canyon.

June 2, 1974: Nearly 1,000 attend Gillen's funeral.

Injured Officers Richard Kelbaugh and David T. McGill thank the staff of Sherman Oaks Community Hospital.

Pilot Disappears on Solo Flight Across Atlantic

On June 9, 1939, in a heavy predawn mist, a Welsh trawler came across the wreckage of an airplane in the ocean 130 miles from Milford Haven, Wales. The ship recovered some of the debris, then the tides shifted and the skipper was unable to locate the plane again.

Sheriff Promises to Find Girl's Killer

May 30, 1909

Found on EBay -- Winnie Ruth Judd!

Five copies of the Los Angeles Examiner on "trunk murderess" Winnie Ruth Judd have been listed on EBay. The items are listed as Buy It Now for $47.99.

Matt Weinstock -- May 29, 1959

"A Speed Never Before Reached by Man!" Only in California There are in our city a large number of newcomers who constitute what Doris Steele, TV producer recently transplanted from New York, calls the We Love California But club. They're trying to get accustomed to the wild pioneer life here but they haven't quite made it. Meanwhile, they chat almost daily, usually by phone, and exchange happy tidbits and report exciting discovering. They find freeway traffic so alarming that they sometimes travel miles farther than they intended because they can't edge into the proper lane. If you see someone hanging out the window, signaling frantically, that'll be Doris, hoping a gentleman somewhere in the maelstrom will permit her to cut in ahead of him. LATELY SHE HAS BEEN ENCHANTED by a sign in Ventura stationery store, "Courteous and efficient self-service," an ad for screens in a San Fernando Valley paper stating, "Hang yourself. Save 25%." And a starlet at a party who remarked that she had just dined on "peasant under glass." Arthur Fleming, another member of the club, told her that while acting in "The Californians" a young lady in the cast, a bride, told him of her troubles learning to cook. "I boiled two eggs for 15 minutes," she said, "and they still weren't soft." This is to assure these newcomers that in time they'll find the natives friendly and the quaint customs tolerable. :: BY CHANCE Maurice Ogden tuned in on this smashing non sequitur, committed by two passing secretaries, discussing a third: "She doesn't pay any attention to her figure or her hair or anything. What does a person like that have to live for?" "Maybe she plays the horses." :: NAUGHTICAL PLANS It's sad I have no boat, To attract a Joe or Jim, Perhaps the right Bikini Would put me in the swim. - JUNE R. DRUMMOND :: A MAN NAMED George came down with a bad cold and stayed home from work on a day his wife was having the girls in for cards and gossip. As he lay in bed, a quivering mass of sniffles and aches, he couldn't help hearing the gay chitchat in the other room. Out of the confusion of voices came one, loud and clear, saying, "Well, the biggest mistake we ever made was giving them the vote!? That's where we are today fellows. The ladies have taken over to the point they think they gave it to us. :: THOSE TEA CAKES or fortune cookies you get in Chinese restaurants are another L.A. first, Malcolm Letts reports in his business newsletter, Expediter. Their origin is credited to David Jung, owner of the Hong Kong Noodle Co., founded in 1912. They are baked at the rate of 3,600 an hour -- 900 on each of four baking wheels. They come out flat, then operators place the printed messages in the center and fold the still soft cakes. As for the fortunes -- about 4,000 different ones are used -- it's too bad some descendant of Confucius isn't around. :: A TAXPAYER who recently watched the City Council in action put it this way: "Even in science fiction you never saw anything like it!" :: AROUND TOWN -- A thought from Robert Crawford: How come no one thought of seeding the rain clouds hovering over this area the last few weeks to relieve the drought? A chemical nudge might have done it ... Biggest surprise for Frances Hov, retiring journalism teacher at Belmont High, at a dinner in her honor, was a message from Flora Reed, her 2nd-grade teacher in Hillsboro , N.D., now living in Pasadena. She wrote: "As a 7-year-old she was a joy in my schoolroom and I have been proud of her ever since" ...  A brave pair of birds built a nest in the CBS TV City parking lot at Beverly and Fairfax and the guard has placed four sawhorses around it to protect the four spotted eggs in it.

Paul V. Coates -- Confidential File, May 29, 1959

Confidential File Bounty on Adjectives Viewed With Alarm It is my studied opinion that Fidel Castro has flipped. Not irreparably, I hope. A few weeks of intensive psychotherapy, or perhaps just a good fatherly talking to by a more mature man he can trust -- like Errol Flynn -- might bring him around. At present, however, he has taken one giant step beyond the borders of reality. According to an Associated Press dispatch, Fidel and his revolutionary government are drafting a new tax schedule which, among other things, will slap a levy on newspapers of $1 for each adjective used in the society columns. There is a mark of paranoia in a move like that. Any rational, well-adjusted politician knows that you shouldn't take on the press. And above all, you should never mess with the society editor. She's got friends in high places. Actually, Fidel's edict wouldn't disturb me if I thought that its effect would be felt only by society editors in Havana. But I know in my heart that his berserk idea will appeal to some perverse mind in our own Internal Revenue Department. (I know what you're saying. You're saying it couldn't happen here. There are no perverse minds in our Internal Revenue Department. If that's what you're saying, you're sicker than Castro.) So we might just as well face up to an embarrassing possibility. Any moment now Mirror News Society Editor Wanda Henderson might be stripped bare of her adjectives. This, in our business, is as drastic as filching the green celluloid eye shade from the beaten brow of an overnight copy reader. Suddenly, brides won't be (in print, at least) "blushing." At a buck an adjective, who can afford to let them be coy? Hostesses wont' be "charming."Loper gowns won't be "decollete," and soirees won't be "lavish." To test the havoc this adjective tax would wreak, I rummaged through my scrapbook of Wanda's old columns the other day. (I started collecting them after my doctor told me that it was healthy for a man to have a hobby.) In her column of last Tuesday, Wanda was aboard an 80-foot yacht on a cocktail cruise. Among others present were Beverly Hills Mayor George Davis and his wife, and the FrankSlagels. There was a "refreshment-toting" steward, "knee-deep" carpeting, "mahogany paneled, handsomely appointed, luxury" staterooms. And, beside Alice's bunk (Alice was Jack's wife) was a "fluffy blue wool" octopus. You can see what Wanda's up against. In one paragraph, she blew eight bucks on adjectives.  Later in her account, she refers to the aforementioned Slagel as "a jaunty sea dog." An economy-minded editor would blue-pencil "jaunty" and "sea." But if it were up to me, in this instance, I'd spend the two bucks. There are limitless pitfalls in skimping on adjectives. For example, Joan Winchell, the social butterfly on The Times, carried the terse bit of information yesterday: "Anita Ekberg is wearing rhinestone clips in her widow's peak." Without expensive adjectives the item would read: "Anita Ekberg is wearing clips in her peak." I'm sorry for what this adjective ban will do to Miss Henderson and Miss Winchell, and for what it has already done to Miss Ekberg. So Let's Brood About Me But I must confess that my concern goes deeper than that. I'm worried about myself. I know how those bureaucrats in Washington work. They start taxing society columnists. Nest thing you know, they'll be after common people's columnists like me. I say it isn't fair. I only know 11 adjectives, which I use over and over again in the same column. At least, I should be entitled to a rate.

A Kinder, Simpler Time Dept.: War in the Falklands

May 29, 1982

Movie Star Mystery Photo

 

Los Angeles Times file photo Update: Paul Lukas in a 1927 photo. Update: As many people guessed, this is Paul Lukas. Above, Lukas' obituary, Aug. 17, 1971. Just a reminder on how this works: I post the mystery photo on Monday and reveal the answer on Friday ... or on Saturday if I have a hard time picking only five pictures -- sometimes it's difficult to choose. 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 mystery star: Trixie Friganza! Los Angeles Times file photo Lukas in "Little Women." Here's another picture of our mystery guest. Please congratulate "Laura" fan Waldo Lydecker, who correctly identified him. Photograph by the Los Angeles Times Lukas and Deputy Dist. Atty. Percy Hammon discuss the conspiracy trial of Vilma Aknay and Sari Fedak over a lawsuit against playwright Ernest Vajda. Here's another photo of our mystery star with a mystery companion! Please congratulate Alexa Foreman, Elsie, Carmen, Claire Lockhart, Joan Myers, Zooey, Nick Santa Maria, Bob Birchard, Lee Ann Bailey and Paul Cardinal for recognizing him! Los Angeles Times file photo Update: Lukas greets Thomas Mann and his wife at Warner Bros., Oct. 5, 1943.  Many people have identified our mystery guest, including Eve Golden, Michael Ryerson and Tony Lucia. Who are his mystery companions?   Los Angeles Times file photo Lukas in a photo published Aug. 16, 1971.