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On the Track of the Elusive Baron Long : Boryanabooks Hits: 3. Leslie Evans. Baron Long.

Paul Tanck, online columnist for the Venice Vanguard, tells more. The waiters were dressed as sixteenth-century naval officers. “It was at the Ship that Valentino.

I first heard of Baron Long twenty years ago. My wife Jennifer and I had bought a 1. Craftsman house near USC in the West Adams section of Los Angeles and we were researching its history. We had discovered that from 1.

Issuu is a digital publishing platform that makes it simple to publish magazines, catalogs, newspapers, books, and more online. Easily share your publications and get. Al St. John, Actor: Riders of Destiny. Al St. John was born on September 10, 1893 in Santa Ana, California, USA as Alfred St. John. He was an actor and director. A few things to know about Charlie Chaplin. He starred in over 80 films, reeling off most during the silent film era. In 1914 alone, he acted in 40 films, then.

Furlong family, founders and effective co- owners of the small industrial city of Vernon five miles southeast of downtown Los Angeles, incorporated in 1. I had worked in Vernon for a year in an electric motor repair shop in the early 1. Exclusively Industrial.” Our research at the Los Angeles main library turned up a small out- of- print book, Leonis of Vernon by James Kilty, that revealed an extraordinary story of the little town’s early days, when it was the hard- drinking center of Los Angeles night life, boxing capital of the nation, and the bane of the Los Angeles Times and at least some of polite society. Our Furlongs, Thomas, city treasurer, who lived in our house, and his brother James, the mayor, who did not, played only walk- on parts in Kilty’s book. Even Leonis, despite Kilty’s sycophantic and repetitive praise, was little more than a shadowy land owner and idea man. The stars were Jack Doyle and Baron Long.

Doyle owned Doyle’s Central Saloon at Santa Fe and Joy Streets, where the hundred foot bar was claimed to be the longest in the world, and there were thirty- seven bartenders, each with his own cash register. Doyle also owned the Vernon Arena, where championship bouts were fought to huge crowds. Baron Long was the proprietor of the Vernon Country Club, later recognized nationally as the prototype of the modern night club, haunt of the Hollywood stars, such as Charlie Chaplin, Fatty Arbuckle, Norma Talmadge, and Eddie Cantor.

Jimmy Durante played piano there. This improbable juxtaposition of factories, meat- packing plants, and warehouses with a center of regional night life mostly ended with Prohibition in 1.

Last year in writing a critique of the LA Times coverage of the recent corruption scandals in Vernon I read most of their early articles on the town. Despite the paper’s current assertions that Vernon had from the beginning been a hotbed of civic malfeasance, for a decade there seemed to be only a single villain: Baron Long and his notorious Vernon Country Club. At the heart of the paper’s disapproval was the fact that Los Angeles back then was a dry town, and liquor was available in night spots only in two cities in Los Angeles County: Vernon and Venice. Baron Long owned restaurant- night clubs in both. As I scanned the years of listings I discovered that Long rose from a small- time bad boy to a major player in night clubs, hotels, and horse racing.

He bought the U. S. Grant Hotel in San Diego in 1. Agua Caliente hotel, casino, and racetrack resort in Tijuana from 1. Monte Carlo of the Western Hemisphere, and capped his career in 1. Los Angeles Biltmore Hotel, the largest hotel west of Chicago.

Long was a major influence in hotel and night club design, an impresario who discovered and promoted a number of major show business figures, including Rita Hayworth, and a close friend of film studio heads. I looked for a biography and there was none.

The closest for the Vernon days was a chapter in James Kilty’s forgotten and poorly written paean to John Leonis. For the Agua Caliente period there is a good treatment in Paul J.

Vanderwood’s Satan’s Playground: Mobsters and Movie Stars at America’s Greatest Gaming Resort. For the rest, Baron Long is mentioned, sometimes only in a paragraph or a sentence, in a score of books, often presenting contradictory claims about him. The Roommate Full Movie In English. I will try to reconstruct the Baron’s colorful life, so intimately linked to the nightlife, entertainment, and leisure pursuits of Southern California and Tijuana.

It puts me in mind of Tom T. Hall’s country and western song where the old cowboy tells the poet who asks him about the meaning of life: “It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money.” All this applies double to Baron Long except the search for younger women. He remained loyal to his one wife for fifty years. Baron Long – “Baron” was his given name – was born on August 8, 1.

Fort Wayne, Indiana. His father was Mason Long, a Civil War veteran on the Union side and in his time a noted card sharp, gambler, and “a patron of the turf,” who got religion a few years before Baron’s birth and published a repentant memoir in 1. Christ. According to James Kilty, the Baron graduated from De.

Pauw University in 1. New York, then migrated to San Francisco, where “he met a rich Chinese herb merchant and went to work for him as a herb salesman. He was very successful.” Typically, Paul J. Vanderwood in his Satan’s Playground has a different version of all this: Long went to Franklin College, did not go to New York, and in San Francisco, “became the pitchman for a traveling patent medicine company. Ogling sightseers remember the hefty, 6’4″ ‘Chinese coolie’ who sold ‘tiger fat,’ good for whatever ailed one.” His obituary in the Los Angeles Times has this episode taking place in New York, where it was a mail order business. Still another variant, certainly apocryphal, has him hitting New York when he left Indiana, becoming a song writer, and making $2. San Francisco. An unsigned column in the December 1.

San Jose Evening News, interviewed Henry Hirsch,  a former roommate of the Baron from his San Francisco days: “I knew Baron Long when he had millions less than he has now,” Hirsch told the reporter. About six years ago I was living at the Elks’ club in San Francisco. A young fellow blew in one night. He said he wanted a room.

As I happened to be the house man he looked me up. I told him we were full up.

He said he would give $1. I all but fainted.

I knew there were fellows who would sell their rooms for $5 or maybe $1. I happened to have a very large room, and I suggested we might move in another bed. He was agreeable, and we did. An hour later I happened to go down stairs into the card room, and this young man had got into a dice game and the sky was the limit.

This young man was Baron Long. He told me he won a couple thousand that night, and he also told me afterwards that he was broke when he arrived, but he was a sport. Long is of the kind that can be broke one day and millionaire the next. He is a plunger for fair.”Long moved on to Los Angeles. There he became friends with race car driver Barney Oldfield (and is said to have raced him in an old jalopy), baseball great Frank Chance, and James J. Jeffries, a former boilermaker who rose to become world heavyweight boxing champion, 1. Long visited Vernon, where he met Jack Doyle and was impressed with the possibilities in a mostly alcohol- free county.

He partnered with  Jeffries to open the James J. Jeffries Athletic Club in Vernon. Long managed one fighter himself, later lightweight champion Freddy Welsh. A famous bout was held at the club on Labor Day 1.

Billy Papke, the Illinois Thunderbolt, took the middleweight title from Stanley Ketchel, the Michigan Assassin,  in a brutal eleven- round match, Jeffries refereeing. Jeffries and Long then built the first Vernon Arena, an open- air bleachers at 2.

Street and Santa Fe Avenue that could seat 1. Jack London and Damon Runyon were both said to be regulars at Jack Doyle’s saloon and the Long- Jeffries arena. The Baron was becoming a real life Damon Runyon character. Inevitably the two became friends.

Runyon, the chronicler of gamblers, betters on horses, and minor mobsters, best remembered for the musical Guysand Dolls, based on his short stories, devoted several of his columns to Baron Long. To mix up the story a bit more, Runyon has the Chinese medicine episode take place in Los Angeles, not San Francisco, and after the Jeffries Athletic Club, not before. He claims the boxing venue went broke, and Long, happening on a Chinese drug store in LA, going into the Chinese herb business, telling Runyon, “I knew that the tribe of hypocondriacs never decreases.

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There's absolutely nothing new about seeing people horrifically murdered online but it wasn't that long ago when shit like that could only be found in the deepest, darkest reaches of the internet. Chechen soldier throat slit' was a big deal when it first appeared on the internet and I only ever would have discussed it with my most demented mates. Mr Bones 2: Back From The Past Full Movie Online Free more. Now my newsfeed has lit up with people I'd never have expected to watch that sort of thing making comments about how outrageous it is, and "fuck Islam" and whatever.. And with that society is another step closer to who knows what.. Talking of pretty fucked up lets skip across to my week and the goings- on. At this point it feels like a long, long time since I've been able to just sit down and relax so fucked up might not be quite right.

It's constantly from one thing to the next. Always on, all the time. Tired and unsettled. Things could be far worse.. Let's begin by recounting last Friday..

I arrived fashionably not that early on the building site to tackle a bunch of things that, unsurprisingly, needed tackling. Anyway.. spent a couple of hours counting: how many internal and external light fittings we need, how many network points there are and also what plumbing fixtures are still required.

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Why companies have stores with stuff on display that you can't buy then and there confuses me. The rest of my day was food shopping, a few hours working on this and other updates plus a bunch of things all to menial to warrant a mention so let's skip to Saturday.. The morning kicked off with the whimpering and grizzles of my nearly one month old. Grab her, palm off for a feed, shower self, quickly change nappy and begin the rocking- back- to- sleep process. If there's one thing I hate about parenthood it's that trying to get baby to sleep part. It's boring and frustrating when you have shit to do or somewhere to be.

Just when you think they're asleep.. WAAAH WAHH! I've now learnt the trick is to get them to sleep, put down in the bassinet and bail bail bail!! Then its mummy's problem..

Following that I was onsite for about 8. Would've been hours sooner if not for neighbours coming over to chat and inspect, same with friends and fam and even rando's who live nearby just wanting a look/tour. Cheers everyone for selfishly monopolising my time but you're preventing me from well, you know, getting anything done.

In some ways that was actually okay because it was heavy lifting day. A pile of the densest stone in the known universe had to be shifted from front to back followed by digging the biggest hole since that one opened up in Russia a few weeks ago.

That lasted as long as it took me to strike and severe an ominous- looking cable a few feet down. Panic ensued; thankfully wasn't electrocuted and careful examination [aka a firm tug] revealed it to be the old telephone cable which had been previously disconnected.

Telstra, why you no conduit? The baby gurgling noises had me up shit- the- bed- early on Sunday. Put the time to good use by getting the fuck out and plonking myself in front of the computer to attack a gigantic pile of papers. A long passage of time later all bills were paid plus those of three other people. Why? Because believe it or not by using my credit card and taking the chance they'll conveniently forget to pay me is less of a headfuck than having to try and work it out in a few months when no one has any idea what was for what. Yes I understand that makes no sense.

Put it this way - I pay the full bill, send an email to whoever requesting they transfer $X to me and hope for the best. Next trick was to, same as the week before, politely ask prospective sister- in- law to get her ass over and babysit so we could escape the house and eat some dim sums. Firstly, thank god for helpful family. Secondly, the freedom to do what I want, when I want, is gone. We invited the extended fam over that afternoon for tea and cake. None of them had met the latest addition yet so rather than torture our exhausted bodies and brains even more by squeezing a series of visits into time that I just don't have, a group thing seemed like a smarter idea. And it was. But something that has to stop the second anyone pops out a fuck trophy is the gift giving.

To say we've cleaned up is a gross understatement. The baby shower was bad enough - literally couldn't fit everything in the back of our reasonably sized SUV to cart it home that day. The madness doesn't stop there though. A new round of present receiving starts as soon as the little cherub is liberated from its human encasement. Sure it's probably all just re- gifted and half of it will in turn be re- gifted but shit has gotten out of control.

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