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Divorcee Gloria Hendrickson, 23, has known Bob Holstein, 37, for two years. He wasn’t much trouble until his own divorce went through last August; ever since, he’s been pressing Gloria to be his wife. She made it clear she wasn’t interested, but continued to see Bob. It made a break from her theater usherette job and nights at home at 14215 S. Vermont with her parents and 3-year-old son Richard.

Last night his frustrations reached the boiling point while he was driving her home from work after midnight. He pulled over on El Segundo between Vermont and Budlong and again raised the question of an engagement. The lady repeated no way, no how.

Bob grabbed the ribbon tie around her neck and choked her, dragged her out of the car, letting her head connect with the running board. Desperate, Gloria scrambled to get underneath the vehicle and away from her tormentor. Then another couple pulled up to see what the trouble was. Bob made noises about a lover’s spat, but Gloria shrieked and ran for help. Her saviors were Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Brownley of 334 Oxford St., and they brought her to the Vermont Ave. sheriff’s substation where she swore out a complaint.

Bob Holstein, still being sought, lives at 1540 146th Street in Hawthorne. So peel an eye for the louse.

The Morales family mourns the death of its 103-year-old matriarch Rafaela, who dropped a cigarette onto her clothes while rocking on her porch at 223 E. Slack Road and was consumed, despite the valient efforts of her daughter, Mrs. Pilar Mendoza, 54, who raced over from her house next door on hearing Rafaela’s cries.

Waitress Betty Fox, 23, currently sharing digs at 1248 S. Boyington Ave., really needs an apartment–she can’t get married until she finds a place for she and hubby to canoodle. The grapevine hummed with news of a three-room flat a soldier was giving up as he entered service, so she tracked the new recruit down and asked if his place might still be available.

“Sure thing, toots, and if you gimme 48 bucks that’ll cover the first month’s rent.”

She ponied up in exchange for the key and address, and soon learned that there is no such number.

When asked why he had attempted to kidnap Celina Jarmillo, 18, as she was leaving work at 1427 E. Fourth Street, Raymond Adame, also 18, explained: “Last April she made me a sandwich of potatoes, beans and macaroni, and, according to our legends, she bewitched me. I couldn’t get out of her spell.” A later reports added fish eyes to the sandwich ingredients, and Farmer’s Market columnist Fred Beek suggested this might be a good addition to a meatless Tuesday menu.

In any case, Celina’s witchery must still have been working, because a radio car drove by just as Raymond tried to make the snatch. He’s down at Hollenbeck cooling his heels. Adame usually resides at 206 N. Clarence Street, Jarmillo at 5927 Fifth Ave.

While thieves are known for their light fingers, one of them is sporting especially heavy pockets after cleaning out a safe containing $666.25, $453.25 of it in 5 cent pieces, from the Automatic Beverage Corp. at 8739 Melrose Ave. In case you’re keeping count, that’s 9065 nickels–and there must be some sweet Buffalos in the bunch!

Newlyweds Beverly Lou, 19, and Alvin Ray Turnmire, 21, were in custody today after Alvin got popped leaving a cafe at Screenland and Magnolia. Alvin said he was out looking for his lost dog, but officers found Beverly Lou napping a few blocks away in the family car, with Mike the dog keeping watch. In the glovebox, a .45.

A search of Beverly Lou’s parents’ house at 4232 Goodland Ave., Studio City, where the youngsters had been living since their marriage two months ago, revealed the spoils of half a dozen burglaries stashed in the garage: pretty much everything a couple of kids would need to start life in their own apartment.

Alvin, a plasterer and ex-Marine, confessed that he had stolen household goods from furniture stores, cafes and a model home, but insisted Beverly Lou believed he’d bought the items. Most of the loot was brought home by car, but for the fridge, enterprising Alvin used a trailer.

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Fred and Mattie Friel were out at dinner in Long Beach on Sunday night when Mattie had a heart attack. She was rushed home to 319 Elm Ave., where her doctor, F.W. Kuhlmann prescribed bed rest. He left Fred watching over his wife.

When Dr. Kuhlmann went to check in on Mattie yesterday, there was no answer at the house. Concerned, he walked in and found Fred dead from a heart attack in the living room. Mattie was unconscious in bed. Taken to Community Hospital, her condition is listed as critical.

Mattie Friel is 58, her husband was 62.

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There were ten unhappy poker players at 711 E. 51st Street this evening, after a game at William W. Baker’s house was broken up by three gunmen posing as cops who lined the players against a wall and relieved them of about $2000.

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A freak accident left telephone boxes flaming inside nine homes and one service station after a truck that was being towed broke loose and hit a high tension tower, which fell, breaking a telephone cable. The fires, all in the vicinity of Rosemead and Washington Blvds., were quickly extinguished by two county fire engine companies.

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