He is a staunch law and order advocate, and a frequent target of death penalty repeal groups, who consider him overzealous in his recommendations of capital punishment.
A recent barb was thrown at the new District Attorney from another angle. Welles Noonan, U.S. Attorney for the Southern California Federal District and often spoken of as Gallaudet’s likely opponent in the Attorney General’s race, told the Mirror: “DA Gallaudet’s support of the District Gambling Bill currently stalled in the California State Legislature stands out as a startling Side 55
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contradiction to this man’s supposedly bedrock anti-crime philosophy. That bill (i.e.–proposed legitimate gambling zones confined to certain areas surveilled by local police agencies, where cards, slot machines, off track betting and other games of chance will be legal, but heavily surtaxed for State revenue purposes) is a moral outrage that condones compulsive gambling under the guise of political good. It will become a magnet for organized crime, and I exhort DA Gallaudet to retract his support of the measure.”
At a press conference to announce his upcoming victory gala at the Ambassador Hotel’s Cocoanut Grove two nights from now, Gallaudet pooh-poohed his critics, chiefly U.S. Attorney Noonan. “Look, he’s running against me for A.G. already, and I just got elected to _this_ job. On my political future: no comment. My comment on my election as Los Angeles District Attorney: watch out, criminals.
And take heart, Angelenos: I’m here to make this city a peaceful, safe haven for all its law-abiding citizens.”
_Hush-Hush_ Magazine, 11/6/58:
HELLO DODGERS!!!
ADIOS HUDDLED MASSES!!!
Dig it, kats and kittens, chicks and charlies: we love the national pastime as much as you do, but enough is enough. Doesn’t that great lady the Statue of Liberty have some kind of rebop inscribed by her tootsies? Something like: “Give us your poor, huddled, wretched masses yearning to be free?” Look, east coast geography isn’t our strong suit, and we can tell you’re tired of this patriotic shtick already. Look, _everybody_ wants a bonaroo home for the Dodgers, us included. _But_–iconoclasm dictates that we take a different tack, if only for the sake of our circuitously circling circulation. Social protest from _Hush-Hush_! They said it couldn’t happen! Remember, dear reader, you heard it first here!
Dig: The L.A. City Council is set to boot an egregiously entrenched enclave of impecunious, impoverished, impetuously machismo mangled Mexican-Americans from their sharecropper shingle shacks in that shady, smog-shrouded Shangri-La Chavez Ravine!!! Those pennant flopper, fly ball dropper L.A. Dodgers are moving in as soon as the dust clears and a stadium is built–and they’ll have a new home from which to rule the National League cellar!!! Dig it!! You’re happy, we’re happy!!
Go, Dodgers!!! But what will happen to those dourly dispossessed, Dodger doomed delinquents: the maladroitly mismanaged Mexicans?
Digsville: The California State Bureau of Land and Way is granting shack dwellers $10,500 per family relocation expenses, roughly the cost of a slipshod, slapdash slum pad in such colorful locales as Watts, Willowbrook and Boyle Heights. The Bureau is also enterprisingly examining dervishly developed dump dives proferred by rapaciously rapid real estate developers: would-be Taco Terraces and Enchilada Estates where Burrito Bandits bounced from shamefully sheltered Chavez Ravine could live in jerry-rigged slum splendor, frolicking to fleabag firetrap fandangos!
Dig, we’ve heard that among the sites being considered are converted horse paddock–jail cells once used to house Japanese internees during World War II, and a converted bungalow motel in Lynwood, replete with heart shaped beds and cheesy gilt-edged mirrors. Say! Those places sound like the office here at _Hush-Hush_!!!
Hey! The rent here on the sin-tillating, salivatingly sensational Sunset Strip has steadily steepened–and we’ve heard that several dismayingly disgusted dispossessees have put in for their money and moved back to Mexico ahead of the general eviction date, leaving behind abandoned shacks! Hey–_Hush-Hush_ could move its operations into them! As a result, we could charge a lower price for this rag! If you believe that, we’ll sell you a Pendejo Penthouse and a brand new Chorizo Chevrolet!
But, to close on a more serious note, it appears that the L.A. powers-that-be have a front man chatting up the many remaining Chavez Ravine dwellers, passing out trinkets and doing his best to convince them to move out before the Side 56