Billboard’s Top 30 hits for 1947

Francis Craig- near you

Hermonicats- peg o my heart

Ted Weems- Heartaches

Ray Noble & Buddy Clark- Linda

Tex Williams- smoke, smoke that cigarette

Vaughn Monroe- I wish I didnt love you so

Three suns- peg o my heart

Al Jolson- Anniversery song

Larry Green- near you

Sammy kaye- That’s My desire

Vaughn Monroe- Ballerina

Art Lund- Mam’selle

Freddy Martin- Managua Nicaragua

Perry Como- Chi-Baba, Chi-Baba

Red Ingle & Jo Stafford- Timtayshun

Ted Weems & Perry Como- I wonder whos kissing her now

Andrews Sisters- near you

Perry Como- When you were sweet sixteen

Jack Owens- How soon

Arthur Godfrey- Too Fat Polka

Eddy Howard- I wonder, I wonder, i wonder

Eddy Howard- My adobe Hacienda

Hoagy Carmichael- huggin and chalkin

Hoagy Carmichael- buttermilk sky

King Cole Trio- I love you for sentimental reasons

Dick Haymes- mam’selle

Vaughn Monroe- you do

Guy Lombardo- Anniversary Song

Bing Crosby- white Christmas

(found on the music trading message group TweedleeDumsDrive-In)

On the Pike

August 17, 1947
Long Beach

With his divorce papers burning a hole in his pocket, and his heart, 30-year-old James Parker of 2246 Clifford Street stopped today at Marie Baines’ shooting gallery at 315 W. Pike Street and laid down a 5-spot. He picked up the .22 automatic pistol that was chained to the counter and fired at four targets. The fifth bullet found a home in Parker’s right temple. He died at Seaside Hospital at 6:15pm.

When police examined the court papers found on the body, they discovered Parker’s penciled notes denying each of his wife’s allegations. He was next due in court at 9:30am Friday.

Suggested reading: Long Beach: In Vintage Postcards

Angeleno Pair Quizzed on His Wounded Hand

August 16, 1947
San Francisco

Speaking on behalf of the citizens of the great City of San Francisco, we’d just as soon you runaway SoCal lovebirds keep your shenanigans South of Tehachapi.

Seems SF police were called to a hospital here to talk with William Farley, 24, of 2217 Cahuenga Blvd., and his flame-tressed friend Mrs. Bobbie Mai Edkins of 1063 1/2 S. Sycamore. Mr. Farley had a bullet in his hand–in their car engine pan, cops found a pistol. The pair claimed they went over a bump and the gun fell from the flove box and discharged (so why the subterfuge?). Later, the story mutated to one of Farley shooting himself to prove his love for Mrs. Edkins. The dope even works with his hands–he’s a watchmaker. Sheesh.

And yes, there is a Mr. Edkins, Harry by name, back in LA. Unamused, officers booked the tourists on a joint charge of assault.

Suggested reading: Murder by the Bay : Historic Homicide in and about the City of San Francisco

The Honeymoon’s Off

August 15, 1947
Los Angeles

He told the pretty young widow he was getting a divorce, that he was studying architecture and ship building at USC and that he would buy her a yacht that they could pilot on a love-trip once they were wed. So Mrs. Frances Wells O’Donnell, mother of a 4-year-old boy, who lost her second lieutenant Marine husband in the invasion of Peleliu in ’44, put $46,000 into a joint account. And Richard Barth, 30, took that “joint” business seriously–he picked up a 52-foot sea-going number called The Otter, and spent another $13,000 on a honeymoon cottage in Woodland Hills.

But when Frances wasn’t looking, Richard sold that pad they were to share, remarried his wife, and purchased a home for the two of them at 906 S. Stanley Ave. Frances cried foul when she finally checked the bank book and found $47.50 remaining.

The accused louse surrendered in court today accompanied by his attorney, Sid Kaufman. Bond was set at $3000. Also set into motion was a civil suit on the same matter, originally filed two months ago. Barth denied the charges and insisted his honor would be proven at trial.

Suggested reading: Con Man : A Master Swindler’s Own Story

Husband Sobs Out Story of Domestic Tragedy

August 14, 1947
Bell Gardens

A hangover made him do it. That’s what Frank Vogel, 52-year-old machinist/cement worker and author of an unfinished book on Technocracy, said after turning himself in to police officers at City Hall yesterday.

It seemed he’d just shot his wife. Mrs. Hilda Vogel, 45, a secretary at Bell Gardens Junior High School, in an argument over his belief that she encouraged the romantic intentions of other men. She in turn had spoken of divorce.

He suddenly blacked out, and when he came to found her dead on the kitchen floor of their 3-room home at 5613 Clara Street. He put the gun onto the table and, without even getting his coat or hat, drove his wife’s car straight to City Hall.

Mrs. Vogel is survived by Jean Aurand, 18, her daughter by a former marriage. Frank Vogel, inconsolable, is in County Jail, booked on suspicion of murder.

Suggested reading: Technocracy and the American Dream: The Technocrat Movement, 1900-1941

Vogel’s house To-day

I’ve had some nasty reactions to the old whiskey and Technocracy cocktail (the “Veblen Cooler”), but I still haven’t stabbed anybody.

Vogel’s house number, 5613, remains marked on the sidewalk, but his house has gone the way of neoclassical marginalist theories of consumption.

Perhaps it looked something like 5614, across the street:

Or so it looked before demolition, anyway.

Woman, Rescuer, Officer Shot in Downtown Battle

August 13, 1947
Downtown

The morning rush hour today was disrupted with a flurry of gunfire, as a jilted Filipino cook sought vengeance on his former paramour, then ran through the streets shooting, endangering police and citizens.

The fight erupted in a food stand in a parking lot at 526 S. Hill Street, when Benedicto Ilamin (aka Bill Sipa), 25, asked his ex-girlfriend Opal Johnston, 33, for a cup of coffee. As she turned to get it, he aimed his .38 and shot her in the hip. Charles Dubou, a 31-year-old waiter who was a customer, attempted to disarm Ilamin and was himself shot in the mouth.

Ilamin ran from the hot dog stand through the parking lot, where he encountered Edward Hubbell, 51, a special officer, who gave chase. The two exchanged shots, and Hubbell was wounded in the leg. As Ilamin crouched to reload, Hubbell grabbed and disarmed him. At this point, a passing traffic officer, Dean Doolan, appeared on the scene and effected Ilamin’s surrender.

From her hospital bed, Johnston explained that she had lived with the much younger man at 721 California Street until about a month ago, when she left him after he tried to knife her. She went to Las Vegas, then returned to Los Angeles, where Ilamin had begun annoying her again. He had been into the stand begging her to come back to him on Tuesday night, then again early this morning. His tears turned to rage and he told her “You won’t be working her tomorrow!” before shooting her.

All three of his victims are hospitalized. Meanwhile, Ilamin has an explanation for his rampage: “I wanted to talk to her in a nice way, but she wouldn’t let me.”

Suggested reading: Street Food (Ryland, Peters and Small International Cookbooks , Vol 1, No 4)

Seven in Migratory Family Treated for Food Poisoning

August 12, 1947
Van Nuys

An extended family of seven migratory farm workers was transported from Van Nuys Receiving Hospital to General Hospital today in serious condition after they became violently ill near Agoura after eating a roast chicken. Among the stricken are Lupe Herrera, 45, his 39-year-old wife Frances, their children Sarah, 10, Ernest, 8, Aurelia, 5, the children’s grandfather Jose Murietta, 60, and Lupe’s 43-year-old brother Elesia. The family was en route from Mesa, Arizona to San Jose when they encountered the unsanitary bird.

Suggested reading: How to Prevent Food Poisoning : A Practical Guide to Safe Cooking, Eating, and Food Handling

Burglar Robs Film Couples

August 11, 1947
Hollywood

In a daring, dawn-time raid, a dashing cat burglar entered the exclusive Sunset Tower apartment house at 8358 Sunset Boulevard and stole cash and jewelry from the homes of two motion picture executives while they and their wives slept.

Gladys Burroughs, wife of George Burroughs, vice-president and treasurer of Monogram Pictures, was relieved of two diamond rings valued at $3000 and $1200 and about $75 in cash. Mrs. Burroughs woke up while the thief, whom she described as tall, swarthy and dark-haired, was riffling her dressing table. When he saw her sitting up in bed, too terrified to scream, he fled before he could find her box of really good stuff.

Also victimized was Emanuel Waxberg of RKO, who lost $121 in cash.

It appears the burglar entered through a jimmied patio door leading into the boiler room, took the stairs to the 8th floor, and gained access to the Waxberg and Burroughs apartments through unlocked kitchen doors.

Suggested reading: Memoir of a Retired Cat Burglar
Suggested viewing: To Catch a Thief