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Old Posted Mar 6, 2014, 3:35 PM
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A nice round number, 1935

October 1935. "Agricultural worker in migrant camp figuring his year's earnings," Medium-format nitrate negative by Dorothea Lange for the Resettlement Administration.

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Sodium Vapor streetlighting, Saugus

Inbound on the Ridge Route, 1937.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Hardscrabble hotel on an unnamed street, undated

You're going to need a place to hole up.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Looking southwest across Hope Street between 1st and 2nd, ca.1950

It won't look much better in the morning. We're looking southwest across Hope Street with the Stanley Hotel/Apartments over there, beyond the palm tree, at 2nd and Flower Streets. On the right we see the back of the red brick, three-story Westmont Apartments (originally the Mack) at 124 S. Flower and next door, to the left, the white New Brunswick Apartments (formerly the Isabella) at 130 S. Flower, where there will be a kidnapping (and presumed murder) of a state witness in the Mabel Monahan case in 1953.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Looking northwest across Hope Street between 1st and 2nd Streets, ca.1950

Bright, white five-story building over here on the right is the Majestic Apartments at 702 W. 1st Street. “Out of the apartment houses come women who should be young but have faces like stale beer; men with pulled down hats and quick eyes that look the street over behind the cupped hand that shields the match flame; worn intellectuals with cigarette coughs and no money in the bank; fly cops with granite faces and unwavering eyes; cookies and coke peddlers; people who look like nothing in particular and know it, and once in a while even men that actually go to work. But they come out early, when the wide cracked sidewalks are empty and still have dew on them. (from) "The High Window”
― Raymond Chandler

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Looking north across the intersection of 9th, Main and Spring Streets, 1948

Hotel Hampshire on the right, the Roseland Roof over here on the left and everything else a man needs in-between.

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Gatti & Conterno Billiards, 20th and Olympic Boulevard, Sawtelle, 1936

Stop in at Gatti's, play a little stick, maybe pick up a job. Maybe not. Welcome to hard times.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Green Cat Cafe, Santa Ana, 1939

Stop in at the Green Cat, fry cook's a good guy, sometimes, if the boss ain't around, he'll help a fella out with a cuppa joe and a wedge of yesterday's custard pie.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Jehnkes Service Station, Whittier, 1937

Maybe grab a coke on the way back to the flop. Maybe talk this guy out of a quart of oil. Maybe flip him for it. Maybe.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library



Mr. Fletcher Johns, 1925

Maybe something'll turn up tomorrow. Yeah. Maybe.

Southern California Edison Photographs and Negatives, Huntington Digital Library


One thousand is a big number. Thanks to all who have kept it going. The respect and affection for L.A. is apparent.
A little bit of "person information" Fletcher C. Johns was born in Louisiana in 1873. He is found in LA directories as early as 1902, where it seems he was working as a boot black. He appears in the 1920 census, listed as a lodger, living at 615 E. 4th street in what appears to be a fairly large place, given the number of persons living there. He was listed in that census as being a janitor in an office building. The place where Mr. Johns lived was run by a Mary V. Walton, her sister and mother.

The 1930 Census also lists Mr. Johns as being a janitor, but this census notes that he worked in the Southern California Edison building. By then, he was living on East 33rd Street and was rooming with another man who was also a janitor. Mr Johns died on August 27, 1944 in Los Angeles.

Just a small personal note in the larger Noir picture.


Congratulations on 1000 pages. Keep up the good work!!
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