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Matt Weinstock, Feb. 6, 1960

February 6, 2010 |  4:00 pm

  Feb. 6, 1960, Abby

Call of Wilds Fades

Matt Weinstock     A year ago, at infrequent intervals, seven quail used to fly into my yard and stride about in their chesty manner, scratch around like chickens and after awhile take off.  One would come first to scout the area to insure their safety, then the others would follow.  They were a delight to watch.   

    Six months ago there were five, a month ago three.

    Yesterday there was the shrill, mournful cry of the quail again.  Soon one bird flew down.  Ah, I thought, the scout.  But he sat alone on the ground for half an hour, then took off.  He'd been calling to his mates, but apparently they're no longer around.  He looked very sad and lonely.

    Meanwhile, the bulldozers continue to rip away the brush in the nearby hills.


Feb. 6, 1960, Guantanamo     THE UPROAR is still reverberating among basketball fans over the mammoth traffic freeze in the rain on Figueroa St. before the pro game Monday night in the Sports Arena.  It took 45 minutes to get from Exposition to Santa Barbara Blvd., about three blocks.

    Explanation for the tie-up is that the Central traffic division takes over policing of sports events with full staff only when attendance reaches 25,000.  Otherwise University division, with an inadequate force, handles it.  Attendance Monday was 10,202.


Atty. Gen. Stanley Mosk got up to say a few words at a big gathering a few days ago he observed, "I've been noticing how short the introductions are.  I think we owe our thanks for this to Eva Marie Saint!"  Brought down the house.


That actors view upcoming
With jaundiced eyes, is
But never before have they
    been haunted
By a youth that is their
        William Baffa


    AT REGULAR intervals a suburban country club holds family night, a feature of which is a $100 cash prize drawing.  Members' names are placed in a hat, someone pulls one out, and the winner is announced.  At a recent drawing the emcee looked at the first name pulled and said, "We'll have to draw another."  This was done.  Afterward, to those who were curious, he explained that the first name drawn had been that of an absent member, Dr. R. Bernard Finch.


    IT WAS TOLD to Stu Galbraith as having happened in a Hollywood saloon during the mid-afternoon lull.

    A stranger came in and asked the bartender what was good for hiccups.  The bartender said nothing, then whirled and slapped the fellow in the face with the bar rag.  The fellow bellowed, mayhem in his attitude.  But the bartender, soothed, "See, your hiccups are gone."

    "Not me!"  the stranger screamed, "my wife, out in the car!"


on Hawthorne Blvd., which features strippers, advertises, "Have fun every night except Monday."  Walt Hackett, the perverse print shop poet, was so inspired by this line that he came up with this couplet.

    Monday's child is glum and blue,

    Why not?  He has no burlyque.


which prevails in movie theaters was pointed up the other night when Henry Lewis, the literary agent, attended a sobby double feature, "Imitation of Life" and "Written on the Wind."

    During the intermission between pictures, while a Bugs Bunny cartoon was shown, the manager appeared in the lobby where Lewis and others were having a smoke, and said, "Better get back inside, folks, it's the only laugh you'll get all night."


at Hughes Aircraft thinks the world should know that an upcoming talk by Dr. Richard Bellman of the Rand Corp. is titled, "Are Non-Linear Differential Equations Here to Stay or Has Success Spoiled Mathematical Physics?"

    To put it another way, have you etoain shrdlued lately?

    Feb. 6, 1960, Nixon