Matt Weinstock -- May 12, 1959
May 12, 2009 | 4:00 pm
Moment of Decision A man who lives on Wetherly Drive phones for a cab and when it arrived the driver helped load his suitcases aboard. In so doing the cabby, recently out of a hospital, strained himself and suffered an injury, later diagnosed as a broken blood vessel in his temple.
The fare, in a hurry to catch a train, was faced with a decision. He could summon help for the stricken driver and probably miss his train or he could do what he did -- phone the taxi company and say, "Send me another cab; your driver got sick here."
The dispatcher sent another cab and also, being aware of the driver's condition, an ambulance.
The questions arises -- should the fare have played the Samaritan and stood by until help arrived for the cabby, a man he'd never seen before, or carry on as he did? A very disturbing question.
She braked and swerved in time to avoid contact but to express her disapproval of such recklessness she cut sharply in front of the truck deliberately missing it by inches. And then she saw there was no driver. The truck had rolled, unattended, onto the highway.
THOUGHT WHILE WAITING
They've skipped one little detail
In the rapid transit fuss:
Nothing can travel faster
Than a not-in-service bus.
THE QUIET old folks who live near the upper level of Angels Flight at 3rd and Olive are not easy to surprise but they got a good one yesterday.
A bunch of maniacs showed up at noon and stood on the launching platform and sipped champagne, munched barbecued ribs and rode up and down on one of the two cars, commandeered for the lunch hour.
Not only that, photographers kept shooting pictures of some joker named Jim Hawthorne as he stood on the west end of the ascending and descending car like a touring politician. For the occasion a sign had been placed on it, "Save Angels Flight." What had the natives nudging each other was the tuxedo Hawthorne was wearing. This is strictly sport-shirt territory.
It seems, Hawthorne, who has a show on KTTV, had some time to spare yesterday and decided to save Angels Flight whether it needed saving or not. No one is certain. The owners, L. B. Moreland and his wife, who were present, attended the recent hearings on the proposed redevelopment project and there was no mention of the one-block railway's future. Neither was it included in the bright new plans for the hill after it is leveled and the architects start fresh.
Odd thing about yesterday's proceedings was that hardly any of the gentlemen busily saving Angels Flight had ever ridden on it before.
AROUND TOWN -- A young mother of two small daughters is relieved that Mother's Day is over for another year. They bought and insisted she apply blue fingernail polish ... Del Mar, as horse players know is "where the turf meets the surf." Art Petsch Jr. reports that a home-towner referred proudly to El Segundo as the place "where the sewer meets the sea" ... Harry Oliver, the desert rat, has two new dogs -- Dot, which has no tail, and Comma, which has a tiny one ... A girl in Vancouver, Wash., wrote the UCLA library for information about a former student, one Jack London, who became a pretty good writer. She will doubtless be sorry to learn he dropped out of school in 1897 without leaving a forwarding address. And it was Cal, not UCLA ... Gene Hackley reports this sign on a window screen store on Lankershim Blvd. "Hang Yourself; 20% Discount."