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December 30, 1965...Nevada County Nugget...
NUGGET FEATURES
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The life of a columnist is not
an easy one, There are times
when you just have to get away
from it all, The urge came
suddenly, Friends stopped speaking tome. I found myself socially
ostracized, Cut off completely
from the holiday cocktail circuit.
It must have been something I
wrote, Crushed and depresséd I
disappeared into the magic called
San Francisco for the Christmas
holidays. For a round of the new
movies, new stage shows, good
food and some wine, women and
song.
(Golden Gate Theater Cinerama). How well I remember the
war in Italy and December 1944,
Snow and mud and rain had
brought the war to a stalemate,
Captain John Sbaffi had sent his
jeep driver to pick me up and
visithim at a rest camp near the
front lines of the 5th Army about
ten days before Christmas, Over
a high mountain range we
travelled from my airforce base
in Cerignola to St. George above
Naples, It was snowing when I
found John and his fellow officers;
Witha war going on they had set
up a complete still in their tent
in full operation when I arrived.
They gave me a sample, I have
drunk some awful liquor in my
time but WOW. I thought they
had just invented America's new
secret weapon, After a somewhat
wild night Captain Sbaffi's driver
returned me to my camp. Later
ina bombing miscalculation
bombers from my base killed this
driver, Anytime, anywhere, war
is hell.
We were sure the war would be
over in a few months, But then
came the night of Dec, 16, 1944,
The Germans broke loose with
their tanks in deep snow in France
in the Ardennes Forest, We all
thought the end of the world had
come, The Battle of the Bulge,
one of the great battles of WWII
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A Social Outcast Takes A
had commenced, My cousins,
Officers Dick Smith and Bill
Waldron were part of that battle,
The movie premier, sponsored.
by the San Francisco Press Club,
attempted to re-create that
battle, It is a good entertaining
Cinerama show but if my memory
of reading of the true battle is
correct this movie just wasn't
it.
baad we Ke bP sted
THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT -Live on stage Geary
Theater Eartha Kitt and Russell
Nype. These days to get people
into a movie theater there must
be a huge screen, 3rd dimension
and all sorts of gimmicks, Stage
shows in comparison mostly have
but one set, two people in the
cast and talk, talk, talk. This
is the first play in SF with a Negro
and a white playing to-gether.
The audience had a couple of
dozen Negroes enjoying the fun
as much as we, who are color
blind. Story of a busy body
pedantic who uses binoculars to
spy on what's going on inthe
apartment house next door,
Thinks Eartha Kitt is having too
many male visitors and so reports
to her landlord who boots her out.
And where does she seek refuge?
You guessed it. With the intellectual, So a battle of brains vs
physical begins, The Owl and
the Pussycat banter goes on for
three acts, The Owl's exhaustion
after his eventual night with the
Pussycat brings down the house,
San Francisco theater audiences
always seem to think this is high
sopnistication, I have always
taken sex very seriously and do
not think it is a laughing matter
(at my age).
IE A TRE AE EE TE TR AE TE TRE TA
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JULIET OF THE SPIRITS on
the screen = Music Hall Federico
Fellini's Italianimport, It is the
story of a lonely middle-aged
wife who becomes obsessed by
dreams. I found it difficult to
know ‘when the people were real
and when they were hallucinations, Beautiful color and weird,
crazy mixed up people. I found
it unnecessarily vulgar. And
quite boring.
CHURCH ON CHRISTMAS
DAY Notre Dame des Victoires
Church 556 Bush St. Before
breakfast on Christmas day we
set out for church, We were
walking quite slowly when we
were joined by a man about 50
years old in faded blue Levis’,
a rolled brimed straw hat that
indicated the wearer was from
the cattle country. He wore a
tattered jacket and moccasins,
His breathreeked of either cheap
wine or canned heat. He asked
if we knew where there was a
Catholic church, He introduced
himself as Johnny Birdbill, a
Sioux Indian, When he thought
I didnt get his name Birdbill,
he proceeded to animate the
name for me, I gotit. Said he
had been raised by Catholic
missionaries, So as blood
brothers the three of us went to
Notre Dame Church, one of the
most beautiful churches in all
San Francisco, The entire service
in French, Johnny Birdbill went
to the front and blessed himself
with holy water, As the service
commenced he started whispering
toRuth about the Indian Catholic
Church in Minnot, North Dakota
where he had been baptised,
Intrigued Ruth by telling her that
the statue of the Blessed Virgin
in Minnot was dressed in buckskin, When the collection plate
was passed Johnny Birdb‘1 started
crying. What do you do witha
sobbing Sioux without a sou?
The first three pews were occupied by nuns who all received
communion, They were ofa
sister's order that I did not recognize, As the service was over I
asked the Mother Superior about
the Order, She said she and they
belonged to the Sisters of St,
Joseph, as teachers and nurses,
and that their overseas work was
in the Solomon Islands, Actually
my stopping the Mother Superior
was just a diversionary tactic in
the hope ] could shake Sioux
Chief Johnny Birdbill, But Johnny
Birdbill "knew a pigeon when he
saw one and there he was, waiting
for me inthe crowd outside. Sure
he was broke and how was he
going to have Christmas dinner?
He emptied my wallet of the
three dollars that was in it. I
had an idea that while he couldn't
find a Catholic Church by himself he unerringly would know
the direction to St. Anthony's
Free Kitchen on Howard St, and
wouldn't miss a bar on the way
there,
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BREAKFAST AT THE ST,
FRANCIS. ‘HOTEL You can be
sure of three things when you have
Christmas breakfast at the St,
Francis, The check willbe hefty,
the silver change, if you get any,
will be freshly polished, and the
lemon half that you get for the
papaya will be wrapped in
cheesecloth and guaranteed squirt
proof,
RPRAAAAAHAAAAa
DO NOT DISTURB with Doris
Day and Rod Taylor at the Fox
Warfield, Story of a domestic
triangle comedy (or a domestic
quartet) of a husband and his
secretary, Anda wife and her
antique dealer, Two hours of
delightful misunderstandings in
London and Paris, Happy froth
as only Doris Day can dish it out,
HOLIDAY ON ICE At the
Wintergarden Late in the afterneon on Christmas day we were
joined by friends who had been
Trip To San Francisco
ghosts, spirits and visions brought
on by her husband's infidelity.
Her friends are as crazy as her
indulging in the bubbly, Soon
was discovered that horror of
horrors at a cocktail party. One
lone predatory female, Nothing
worse, A male companion must
be found, A blind date was suggested, And I waschosen for the
treasure hunt and given twenty
minutes to come back with a
lonely male, alone on Christmas
night in San Francisco, Ruth gave
me a helpless look as I left the
Party in search of my quest, I
knew what was going through
Ruth's mind. With my recent
luck she could just see me coming
back in 20 minutes with Indian
Chief Sioux Johnny Birdbill,
But, no, I found a lonely male
ready for adventure, It took a
bit of persuasion, Buthe had just
arrived in San Francisco and [told
him it was an old American
tradition that no foreigner should
ever be alone on Christmas night
in SF.
One smash of a male, buta
non-Christian, who hardly knew
athing about Christmas, A
Lebonese, just off the plane from
Beirut, Lebanon, One Saladin
Nader whoclaimed to be the star
of the Lebonese movie, “The
Broken Wing,” that he had come
toSF topromote, Had the posters
to prove it. Our party picked up
steam as soon as we returned,
We all went to see Holiday On
Ice at Winterland but there was
so much going on that I can't
remember if it was good or bad,
The therapy was wonderful. I
returned to the social jungle of
Nevada County entirely refreshed, I am no longer depressed, I just hope my critics that
forced me to have a holiday in
San Francisco had as nice a
Christmas as I did, Happy New
Year,
COOOOOOOOOO