Sweat shop then, now
EX-NEWS REPORTER WEEKS TOURS OLD NEWSROOM
by
Paul Weeks
(Daily
News Staff Writer)
It was a sweat shop
at Pico and Los Angeles - even more than the one we left last on December 18, 1954.
We were there at the gracious consent of the
current owners or lessees. So let's not ask Lu Haas to get up on the old city desk again
and extol the benefits of the union shop. Maybe they already have one. We didn't ask.
Endless rows of sewing machines droned, each
with a rod rising up from it like bayonets of marching soldiers, where once old Underwoods
clattered raucously and someone was hollering, "Copy, boy. Copy!"
A handful of us - and don't for a minute think
of us as the walking dead - had just come from Genio's in Burbank where the Old Farts
Society had hosted a reunion of Daily News survivors. Rip Rense, son of the sports
department's Art Rense, needed people, color and art for his assignment to write a memoir
for the Los Angeles Times Sunday magazine.
Don's Bar and Grill was gone from the corner of
Pico and Main - the place where Lee Goodman once said to me one too-early morning over
Maud-the-cook's fried eggs, toast and coffee, "Paul, we just don't know what we want
to do when we grow up." The hot dog stand across the street was no more.
There was no steak cooking on a hot plate back
in the morgue off the city room, no phone call from Pat O'Hara on the DA's beat with a new
lead on the Beulah Overell yacht bombing case. "Hello, dahling," he would always
say - never gender specific.
The sweat was as pervasive as ever.
The cloud of cigarette smoke wasn't, nor were the desks scorched by unfinished cigs. No
one had gotten around to installing air conditioning. Walls had been torn out. The third
floor, where Leslie sat in the slot of the copy desk to the other end where Ned Cronin
ground out those sparkling sports columns, was humming, humming, humming, turning out
garments galore.
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WHAT'S INSIDE
The
Daily News Story---
by Ralph Story, that is. . .
Q&A'S WITH THE NEWSIES:
PAUL WEEKS
JACK JONES
ROY AND VIVIAN RINGER
HELEN BRUSH JENKINS
LU HAAS
NEW! MARY KITANO AND
DOUG DILTZ!
plus.
. .
NEWSIES TOUR OLD DIGS! and. .
CONVERSATIONS
WITH:
ROB WAGNER, AUTHOR OF
"RED INK, WHITE LIES"---DEFINITIVE DAILY NEWS/L.A. NEWSPAPER HISTORY
JOE SALTZMAN,
PROF
OF JOURNALISM, USC.
THIS JUST IN:
"THE CAMELLIA FOREST"
---TIM
MCGARRY'S LOVELY ESSAY ABOUT BODDY AND DESCANSO
GARDENS.
HAVE A DAILY NEWS MEMORY?
E-MAIL us at rip@riprense.com

LU HAAS: BADGES? I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN'
BADGES!
|
by Will O' the Wisp
(Daily News Staff Writer)
Survivors of the original Los Angeles Daily News, for decades
"The Only Democratic Newspaper West of the Rockies,"
reunited at the old building at Pico and Los Angeles Streets for an L.A. Times article.
Paul Weeks, Jack Jones, Lu
and Jan Haas, Roy and Vivian Ringer, and Helen Brush Jenkins trekked downtown and
back into the largely forgotten building---now a garment district
"sweatshop"---for an article by freelance writer Rip Rense (son of Daily
News sportswriter Art Rense.)
"Well," laughed
Jones, who joined The News in 1949, "it was a sweatshop then!"
It was easy to picture
the old city room, as so little had physically changed since the paper went out of
business Dec. 18, 1954.
(FULL STORY on Page 3, Col. 1) |
First
Person
Veteran scribe Jones recalls copyboy days at Daily News
by Jack Jones
(Daily News Staff Writer)
During my earliest days at the
DN, I was the early morning copy boy, which meant, as well as I remember, arriving in the
city room at 4 a.m.
The late night city desk man was long gone by
that time with the overnight police beat reporter at LAPD headquarters in the basement of
City Hall (pre-Parker Center) responsible for keeping a finger on what was going on in the
city crimewise.
The early copy boy turned on the lights in the
city room, started the coffee brewing back in the far corner of the morgue, re- placed the
exhausted paper rolls in the UP machines along the brick wall next to the picture desk,
then telephoned early rewrite man John Clarke to make sure he was awake so he could get to
the office by 5. (John had a bit of a drinking problem and would arrive with a thermos in
his briefcase--along with a movie script he was always working on--that contained coffee
laced with bourbon).
After phoning John, I had to take copies of the
morning Examiner and Times and clip all local stories, placing the clips
on the city desk so that Asst. City Editor Aaron Dudley, who was to get in at 5, would be
able to flip through them and
(CONTINUED on Page 2, Col. 1)

| Looking west on Los Angeles Street toward Pico,
mid '40s. City room was on top floor, with the sports department at the corner; the second
floor was all business and advertising; and the presses---which had a tendency to
catch fire--- were on the first. The building, now a garment factory, started out as a car
dealership in the '20s. When the presses rolled, the place shook like an earthquake.
The paper was the opposite in spirit, content, and architecture of the pompous Hearst
flagship, the L.A. Examiner, two blocks away. The News also shared office
space---and breaking stories---with United Press. |

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