Thomas Major Jr., 34, a logger by profession, down from Vancouver to take in the town. He was in the barroom at the Rollin Hotel, Third and Flower, when the cops came in to investigate a brawl, January 24, 1960. They have a funny way of doing things up in British Columbia, apparently, for as the bulls were bracing some other bar patron, Major pulled out a gun, pointed it at the cops‘ backs, and began pulling the trigger. The cops heard the click-click of two empty chambers, turned, and fired seven shots at Major.
Major was hit seven times, taking four in the abdomen. Detectives Pailing and Buckland, with Municipal Judge Griffith in tow, made a visit to Major‘s bed in the prison ward at General Hospital, where they charged him with two counts of assault with intent to commit murder and one of violating the deadly weapons control law.
The GH docs had pulled all sorts of lead from Major, but there was still the matter of the bullet in Major‘s heart. Yes, normally a slug from a Parker-issued K-38 in the ticker is going to put you down for good. But this one found its place there in an unsual way; one of those bullets to the abdomen apparently passed through the liver, entered a large vein and was pumped into the upper right chamber of the heart, passed through the valve to the lower left chamber, an in that ventricle there it sat. Apparently you can‘t just leave well enough alone, so someone had to go in and get the damn thing.
Enter Drs. Lyman Brewer and Ellsworth Wareham, of the College of Medical Evangelists. They‘d removed plenty of bullets from hearts using the old “closed-heart method,” but here thought they‘d try something new–having a heart-lung machine on hand, they thought they‘d throw that into the mix. No more working without seeing what you‘re doing: with the heart-lung machine, the heart could be drained of blood, and the surgeon can see and feel what‘s transpiring.
Dr. Joan Coggin, who assisted, also noted that they‘ve established a new approach to heart surgery in that they incised the heart on the underside, and not in the front; the electrical pattern of the heart, as evidenced by their electrocardiogram, has shown that this method results in far less serious consequence to the heart during surgery.
All this medical breakthrough, and all because some liquored Canuck on Bunker Hill decided to blast away at the heat! Should you wish to know more about this miracle of science, why don‘t you ask Ellsworth?
A bit on the Hotel Rollin, as long as we‘re here. Its building permits are issued July 9, 1904. Its two and three room suites are each furnished with bath and kitchen.
Those of you with the eagle eye will notice the Bozwell and St. Regis just in the background:
(Of course, the Hotel Rollin had a musical combo that entertained guests, and to this day many people remember the Rollin‘s band.)
Hotel Rollin image, USC Digital Archives The Holy Trinity of Noir: the Tough Hood, the Tougher Cop, and the Dame. The Dame–in peril, and perilous to know.
Tonight‘s tale takes this Trinitarian shape, but contains, oddly, but two players.
Our first adherent is Mr. X., aka Tough Hood. He heard the clip-clop of heels reverberate throught the misty night air of February 7, 1944. He followed his prey–the Dame, in peril, to her pad, and once she was inside, he attacked!
Unfortunately for Tough Hood, Dame in peril, true to form, was perilous to know. She was playing double duty as Tougher Cop. Tough Hood had unwittingly attacked Miss Margaret Maguire, a deputy sheriff. Mr. X ended up with only a purse strap, and a heart pumping blood and terror; Maguire chased him all the way out of the neighborhood.
Maguire lived at the Carleton (across the street from the St. Angelo).
With a nod to its severe symmetry, Corinthian columns, and pointy pediment, Hill chronicler Hylen made sure to photograph Carleton’s backside as to juxtapose Neoclassical majesty with good old American tenement living:
Some quick views of the east side of the 200 block of North Grand:
At left, from the Birdseye, the block in 1909; it‘s a bustling part of the world.
Below, the Sanborn Map, 1906.
In 1950, most of the block was gone. Only the Carleton, and a paltry few other structures, remain:
By 1952, they‘d broken ground on the Hall of Administration. So the 1953 Sanborn Map would have nothing to show for the Carleton’s time on Earth.
Carleton Apartments images courtesy Arnold Hylen Collection, California History Section, California State Library
You’d think this would be a comment on the St. Angelo, which you see here just past the fluted column…
…because it’s really about the flutes of the columnar Carleton of course. Some time later, though not long after, Hylen went on to capture this image:
One of the most lavishly-planned local government office buildings in
the nation! This is the impression created by a visit to the new
$24,751,000 County Hall of Administration nearing completion at Civic
Center. This view is accented by figures showing this building cost
$8,250 per occupant, compared with $4,369 for the nearby State Building
No. 2, which will be completed next year. The County Building will house
3,000 workers from ten departments, plus the Board of Supervisors and
its staff. These constitute less than 10 per cent of the 37,000 persons
of county employ. Viewing the Mall façade of the two-blocks [sic] long
Hall of Administration, which also has entrances on Temple and Hill Streets and Grand
Avenue, the visitor is confronted with a vista of gleaming red Texas
granite (cost: $1,100,000) and white ceramic veneer (cost:$950,000).
Monday, April 18, 1960
(USC Digital Archives)
Dark before the dawn. Also, a raw maw has swallowed the St. Angelo across the street.
Note the Beth Israel, in red, bg, seen at the top of this page.
The man himself, Supervisor Kennth Hahn, dedicating the Hall of Administration that would one day bear his name. There’s already a Blue Line station named for him, and that big park in Baldwin Hills; we couldn’t have named this the Carleton Hotel Memorial Administration Building?