1940 (1939) (1941) (1930-1940) (1940-1950) Table of Contents
Raymond Chandler Farewell, My Lovely, Knopf, 1940 See Text
Donald M. Cleland A History of the Santa Monica Schools 1876-1951, Santa Monica Unified School District, February 1952 (Copied for the Santa Monica Library, July 22, 1963). 140 pp., 1940, 1930s See Text
James W. Lunsford The Ocean and the Sunset, The Hills and the Clouds: Looking at Santa Monica, illustrated by Alice N. Lunsford, 1983, 1943, 1942,1941, 1940, 1933, 1921, 1913, 1912 See Text
Becky M. Nicolaides My Blue Heaven: Life and Politics in the Working-Class Suburbs of Los Angeles, 1920-1965, Photographs by Robbert Flick. The University of Chicago Press: Chicago, 2002, 1940 See Text
Karl Rydgren,* Santa Monica Police Officer, c. 1940, Photographer unknown. Photograph from the collection of Alyssa Navapanich.* See Image
Santa Monica Planning
Division Santa Monica Landmarks Tour,
2003.
50. Craftsman style Residence, 1913 See
Text
Verdi Woodward Hope to Die: a memoir of jazz and justice, Schaffner Press, Inc.: Tucson, AZ, 2006, 338 pp., 2006a, 1940, See Text
Discussion:
Santa Monica had slowly grown into a middle-sized city of 50,000 by 1940, 1986.
Documents
Raymond Chandler Farewell, My Lovely, Knopf, 1940
" . . .
"Whatever I might say would be my word against the law, and the law in this town seems to be pretty rotten."
"It's a nice town," she said sharply, a little breathlessly. "You can't judge --"
"Okay, it's a nice town. So is Chicago. You could live there a long time and not see a Tommygun. Sure, it's a nice town. It's probably no crookeder than Los Angeles. But you can only buy a piece of a big city. You can buy a town this size all complete, with the original box and tissue paper. That's the difference. And that makes me want out." (p. 113)
- Marlowe discussing Bay City with a lady
"His eyes got distant. "Bay City, eh? You like it the hard way, don't you, Marlowe?"
"It's not that I like it the hard way. It's that I get it that way. But nothing like this before. I've been sapped twice, the second time by a police officer or a man who looked like one and claimed to be one. I've been beaten with my own gun and choked by a tough Indian. I've been thrown unconscious into this dope hospital and kept there locked up and part of the time probably strapped down. And I couldn't prove any of it, except that I actually do have a nice collection of bruises and my left arm has been needled plenty."
"He stared hard at the corner of the table. "In Bay City," he said slowly.
"The name's like a song. A song in a dirty bathtub." (p. 117)
""I left Arguello Boulevard at Third Street and drove over to the City Hall.
"It was a cheap looking building for so prosperous a town. It looked more like something out of the Bible belt. Bums sat unmolested in a long row on the retaining wall that kept the front lawn -- now mostly Bermuda grass -- from falling into the street. The building was of three stories and had an old belfry at the top, and the bell still hanging in the belfry. They had probably rung it for the volunteer fire brigade back in the good old chaw-and-spit days.
"The cracked walk and the front steps led to open double doors in which a knot of obvious city hall fixers hung around waiting for something to happen so they could make something else out of it. They all had the well-fed stomachs, the careful eyes, the nice clothes and the reach-me-down manners. They gave me about four inches to get in.
"Inside was a long dark hallway that had been mopped the day McKinley was inaugurated. A wooden sign pointed out the police department Information Desk. A uniformed man dozed behind a pint-sized PBX set into the end of a scarred wooden counter. A plainclothesman with his coat off and his hog's leg looking like a fire plug against his ribs took one eye off his evening paper, bonged a spittoon ten feet away from him, yawned, and said the Chief's office was upstairs at the back.
"The second floor was lighter and cleaner, but that didn't mean that it was clean and light." (p. 131)
"Trouble," he said softly, "is something our little city don't know much about, Mr. Marlowe. Our city is small but very, very clean. I look out of my western windows and I see the Pacific Ocean. Nothing cleaner than that, is there?" He didn't mention the two gambling ships that were hull down on the brass waves just beyond the three-mile limit.
"Neither did I. "That's right, Chief," I said.
"He threw his chest a couple of inches farther. "I look out of my northern windows and I see the busy bustle of Arguello Boulevard and the lovely California foothills, and in the near foreground one of the nicest little business sections a man could want to know. I look out of my southern windows, which I am looking out of right now, and I see the finest little yacht harbor in the world, for a small yacht harbor. I don't have no eastern windows, but if I did have, I would see a residential section that would make your mouth water. No, sir, trouble is a thing we don't have a lot of on hand in our little town." (p. 132)
-Bay City Chief of Police to Marlowe
"Outside the narrow street fumed, the sidewalks swarmed with fat stomachs. Across the street a bingo parlor was going full blast and beside it a couple of sailors with girls were coming out of a photographer's shop where they had probably been having their photos taken riding on camels. The voice of the hot dog merchant split the dusk like an axe. A big blue bus blared down the street to the little circle where the street car used to turn on a turntable. I walked that way.
"After a while there was a faint smell of ocean. Not very much, but as if they had kept this much just to remind people this had once been a clean open beach where the waves came in and creamed and the wind blew and you could smell something besides hot fat and cold sweat.
"The little sidewalk car came trundling along the wide concrete walk. I got on it and rode to the end of the line and got off and sat on a bench where it was quiet and cold and there was a big brown heap of kelp almost at my feet. Out to sea they had turned the lights on in the gambling boats. I got back on the sidewalk car the next time it came and rode back almost to where I had left the hotel. If anybody was tailing me, he was doing it without moving. I didn't think there was. In that clean little city there wouldn't be enough crime for the dicks to be very good shadows.
"The black piers glittered their length and then disappeared into the dark background of night and water. You could still smell hot fat, but you could smell the ocean too." (p. 143-144)
"I turned right along the cement walk down which the little electric cars come and go, trundling like baby carriages and blowing little horns that wouldn't startle an expectant mother." (p. 147-148)
" . . .
"Beyond the electroliers, beyond the beat and toot of the small sidewalk cars, beyond the smell of hot fat and popcorn and the shrill children and the barkers in the peep shows, beyond everything but the smell of the ocean and the suddenly clear line of the shore and the creaming fall of the waves into the pebbled spume." (p. 149-150)
Donald M. Cleland A History of the Santa Monica Schools 1876-1951, Santa Monica Unified School District, February 1952 (Copied for the Santa Monica Library, July 22, 1963). 140 pp., 1940, 1930s
Subsequent to 1933, the enrollment at the junior college climbed to new heights, and additional bungalows crowded in the small campus. Thus, in 1940, the Board of Education purchased a new 20-acre site a mile and a half to the east of the existing school in anticipation of developing a new junior college campus. Preliminary plans were already under consideration when the entry of the United States into World War II brought the possibility of a new college abruptly to a halt. [71. Milo Perry Johnson A Study of the Planning Methods and Techniques for Building New Junior Colleges, unpublished doctoral dissertation, University of California, Los Angeles, 1950, p. 16.]
James W. Lunsford The Ocean and the Sunset, The Hills and the Clouds: Looking at Santa Monica, illustrated by Alice N. Lunsford, 1983, 1943, 1942, 1941, 1940, 1933, 1921, 1913, 1912
"15. Santa Monica High School, 601 Pico Boulevard. The cornerstone for the high school was laid on April 11, 1912, on what was once known as Prospect Hill; the campus has expanded over the years to its present size by incorporating the former Santa Monica College site.
"The high school contains a great many points of interest, especially the Memorial Open-Air Theater dedicated in 1921; Barnum Hall, dedicated to William F. Barnum*, who served as principal from 1913 to 1943; a senior bench donated by the Classes of 1940 to 1943; an imposing Athletic Hall of Fame in the Men's Gymnasium; a trophy collection; the Freedom Shrine in the Administration Building; and the Hall of Fame in the History Building. Two special items of interest in Barnum Hall's lobby are a mosaic-tile mural depicting the landing of the vikings and a four-foot-tall concrete owl that stood atop the original high school from 1913 until 1933, when an earthquake caused its removal."
Becky M. Nicolaides, My Blue Heaven: Life and Politics in the Working-Class Suburbs of Los Angeles, 1920-1965, Photographs by Robbert Flick, The University of Chicago Press: Chicago, 2002, 1940
"Using the Sixteenth Census of the United States, 1940, gives the percentage of residents with working-class jobs in Santa Monica, whose population was then 53,500, as 53.2%."
Karl Rydgren,* Santa Monica Police Officer, c. 1940, Photographer unknown. Photograph from the collection of Alyssa Navapanich.*
Karl Rydgren,* Santa Monica Police Officer, c. 1940, Photographer unknown. Photograph from the collection of Alyssa Navapanich.*
Santa Monica Planning Division Santa Monica Landmarks Tour, 2003.
"The main structure on this property was built in 1913, and the rear unit was added in 1940."
Verdi Woodward Hope to Die: a memoir of jazz and justice, Schaffner Press, Inc.: Tucson, AZ, 2006, 338 pp., 2006a, 1940
The prologue to the book is set on the 1940 Santa Monica Pier, and sets the mood and maybe the motivation for the protagonist's life, in this confrontation of a young serviceman and a teenabe black man.