Summer Has Come To Los Angeles

TUESDAY of last week was the warmest March 17 this city had had for 35 years, since 1879. The official temperature at noon was 93. Of course, natives and some who have not been east for years complained. Others remembered having read, just a day or so earlier, about the ice in the upper Mississippi, beginning to break up, and were happy. Since then they have read of more snow in the East. On the18th the first batch of so-called colonists arrived, and then the weather was fine again.

Los Angeles’ business center is in a valley in which some heat gathers and, with the products of burned gasoline and oil (scarcely any coal being used), produces something like the mugginess of eastern cities on occasional days. Not nearly as bad however, and when evening comes, with few exceptions, it is “so different.” For all that, a city is a city. Its air is not the country air. It is out where the orange blossoms are, northeast and east, or the many fragrances of the valley toward the sea, or up on the fresh, dry hilltops, or where the balmy odors of beautiful desert flowers are carried over the southwestern sandy hills to the ocean at night, that the charm of life in Los Angeles county gets in its soothing, yet tonic, work.

Everything is growing lushly hereabouts and the roads are alive with motorists.

Next Sunday the Los Angeles Motorcycle Club will have a picnic run, not more than about 15 miles as the bee flies, to the San Gabriel River. The start will be about 9 a.m. and everybody is invited. To take in one of these runs means to have a genuinely good time and, perhaps, to want to join the club. No force, nor even persuasion in so many words, is used upon club run guests. The present members get along like a big family, and their enjoyment is contagious.

On Sunday, March 15, the club held its much-discussed blind run. Just a little puncture in the tire of the captain pro tem delayed the start one hour. Then that official led the flock out to Redondo’t Clifton-by-the-sea, where Bob Burdette, the humorist-preacher, lives in summer-about 22 miles; then back to Inglewood, north to the Wilshire boulevard part of the Santa Monica road race course, and on to the La Brea oil well road (here’s where the Angelus Man, some 200,000 years old, was recently found), on to beautiful Hollywood; to Lankers him over well paved Cahuenga pass, where there was a stop to view an automobile that had turned flip-flops the night before; from Lankers him to Burbank where a man recently refused a million dollars for a thousand acres, and then a mile of sand. Business of staging a lot of fun, riders imitating breaking in of bronchos and so on. Then through San Fernando, 25 miles out of the city and on to Newhall, up the grade, through the tunnel, on to Saugus-on-the-endurance-route, and up to Soledad canyon. Some run. Some turns. The leaders dropped flour at every turn.

Eighty-seven miles of flour-chasing to the canyon. The lunches in Menegay’s little Hup were unlimbered and put below decks. It was warm in the canyon. At Newhall tunnel it was found to be a bit cooler-or a bit less warm. Pictures were taken. Then time dragged. Business of preparation for the home run. Intermission for a good ride. Then, at the club house-beans, tuna, ham, sauerkraut, sandwiches and coffee.

It had been a 125-mile run, with a wonderful mixture of roads and scenery. There were 25 machines, ten of them carrying tandem.

Last Friday the L. A. M. C. had its monthly ladies night. The secretary’s Invitation card said: “Don’t forget to bring your lady.” Few forgot, and an enjoyable time was had by all.

At last week’s meeting of the L. A.M.C., a letter was read from State Referee Lashlee, enclosing one from the Capital City M.C., of Sacramento, and it was agreed not to contest the Sacramento club’s desire have the 1914 championship events awarded for its coming race meet. What the Los Angeles M.C. is particularly interested in is the national meet for 1915. The Sacramento letter contained a claim that its club is the oldest in the state. The L. A. M. C. is F. A. M. club No. 8, and was organized in 1903, some time before it joined the F. A. M. Data about early F. A. M. clubs is now being sought from Secretary Gibson of the F. A. M. Data about early F. A. M. clubs of the F. A. M.

In connection with the 1915 F. A. M. convention matter may be mentioned the mile done in Exposition park track, right In Los Angeles. It is on high ground, has short straights and long turns, banked more than at Ascot park, and is very fast according to Glen Stokes, the well known racer, who states that on March 1 he won a five-mile match race there from Roy Shaw in 4:20, an average of :50 2-5 per mile, going the first mile in :48 3-5. Shaw won a three-mile match from Stokes at about the same average speed. The timing is said to have been unsatisfactory, the occasion was a mixed sport affair. Stokes’ stated time in winning a five-mile event form Shaw was given as 4:45, and that of’ Shaw, in beating Stokes in a three-mile match, as 2:23, the last mile in :45 3-5. Both used Excelsiors till Shaw’s machine went bad. His winning was on a Henderson

Another point to be borne in mind is that there will be many conventions, large and small, in California-many in San Francisco. next year, and that accommodations and the prices charged therefor, and the temptations connected there with, are likely to be inconvenient to the “consumer.” A railroad official says that more than 200 conventions have already been slated for San Francisco in 1915, and no doubt many of these, and more to come, will be held invitation card said :”Don’t forget to bring bunches. A crowd has its fascinations, but your “crowd” will be no name for conditions in 1915, and Los Angeles will be a busy town itself; yet in many ways it will be the logical place for the national motorcycle convention, followed by a scenic journey up the Coast to the big Bay City.

In connection with the 1915 F.A.M. convention matter may be mentioned that one-mile tract, right in Los Angeles. It is on high ground, has short straights and long turns, banked more than at Ascot park, and is very fast according to Glen Stokes, the well known racer, who states that on March 1 he won a five-mile match race there from Roy Show in 4:20, an average of :05 2-5 per mile, going the first mile in :48 3-5. Shaw won a three-mile match from Stokes at aout the same average speed. The occasion was a mixed sport affair.

Speaking of convention’s: Early in March. 25 years ago, Los Angeles had a state convention of League of American Wheelmen members, who then numbered about 700 in this state.

Other 25-year-ago items include the fact that in 1889. The timing is that in 1889 efforts were being made to establish a boulevard on Pasadena avenue, between the poor man’s suburb of that name and Los Angeles. One Sunday, that year the new railway to Santa Monica carried 759 passengers, and about 900 people drove out the foot hill route to the sea. There were collisions then, as now. A Pasadena man not used to the ways of large cities, was run over and tramped on by a cow.

Nothing new about the coming Sunset Ramble. On the last (and first) ramble,the riders crossed a mountain of white, dusty stuff up near Lompoc. In gondolacars that mountain is to be transported3000 miles to Pennsylvania, to be prepared and sold as infusorial earth, for use for insulating purposes in the electrical industry. The grain is exceedingly fine, without grit, and it is useful in jewelers’ shops for polishing. It is very light and fluffs like feathers -as the Ramblers found. It is supposed to be the result of gradual decomposition, for ages past, of millions of sea shells.

One of the pleasures of last year’s ramble was the visit to the big redwood park, near Santa Cruz. A few days ago fire started in the Big Basin, on the outskirts of the park, and got in among the majestic trees. What serious damage occurred to the wonderful cathedral of nature has not been learned.

Many a motorcycle tourist passes through Southern California without making any noise except such as his open muffler may produce. Now and then they break into print. D. L. Reichard, 22 years old, on a two-speed Indian, left Waynesboro, Pa., last August, and on March 13 reached Long Beach, just south of here, having traversed 14 states out of 40 which he intends to pass through or touch before he again reaches home, in August, 1915-a 20,000-mile trip in all. Though he is sole heir to a large apple cider orchard in Maryland, he likes Long Beach so well that he will linger longer than he expected-till July, he says.Then northward to San Francisco, east to Denver, across lots to Florida and north to Pennsy.

For some time, probably, the Tejon pass route north from Los Angeles, via Bakersfield, will be one of difficulties, on account of the playfulness of the recent storms, which gave the pass some of the most thorough washing out which that wild, beautiful region, with its SO odd fords and narrow mountain declivities, has had since it was coughed up during the volcanic celebration which occurred eons ago.

Los Angeles has to its discredit a record of fatalities due to motor vehicle collisions, more than double that of any other city, per thousand population. This of course is due to the great prevalence of motor vehicles. Henceforth it is intended to rigidly enforce the law with reference to stoppage ten feet behind standing street cars at crossings. There may be a disposition to be easy in this enforcement in the congested districts, but there should not be a lot of irresponsible open-muffler scooters to the contrary notwithstanding.

L. Criston, of 736 South Olive street, this city, is in position to remark, with reference to fooling around a motorcycle at night while the gasoline tank is leaking, that there is “nothing to it.” Newspaper report says he did it and “was damaged considerably.”

At San Pedro, which is our harbor, Motorcycle Cop Vicklund saw an automobile loitering near the water. Then he saw other things-shadows hustling across the sand to the machine. Smuggled Chinese. He arrested about 25, and the chauffeur, with the aid of citizens.

Another motorcycle cop experience: At Thirty-fourth and Figueroa streets, Officer Haver nabbed a beggar, who pulled a writing pad and wrote: “I am deaf and dumb.” Pity-and suspicion-moved the cop and his man to the receiving hospital, where a little ether softened the man’s brain just enough to make him answer questions from dreamland; and he wasn’t hep to the way his tongue had wagged when he came to, in jail.

March, 1914, may go into history as a rainless month in Los Angeles. In the 36 previous years, the dryest March was in1885, when only .01 inch of precipitation was registered. In March of the previous year, 12.81 fell-nearly twice as much as in any March since. In that season (1883-4) a total of 38.18 inches fell. Probably the 1913.14 season will not show more than 25 inches.

Does little old New York miss Nathan Strauss, by whose methods many thousands of milk-fed babies have lived? He is here,and says, “What’s the use of going totally, when there’s a Southern California?” A couple of ·Chicago’s big bank presidents are also here, paying a high price for the glorious air which we ordinary people get every day by simply inhaling it. Another Chicago chap, who is putting in all his time while here in a four-wheeler, out among the flowers, oranges and bracing foothill atmosphere, is J. Ogden Armour.· He works at the stock yards, you know. No, you can’t live on climate, quite and even a poor man from the East misses certain things he has been used to; but, for that matter, one ripe orange is said to ·be as ·nourishing as four ounces of beef, and good oranges are ten cents a dozen just now.

A bunch of fellows without money—not I. W . W.’s, either—violated the law by sleeping on the sand bed of the again-dry Los Angeles river, the other night. Which does not stop the fact that a larger percentage than ever before, of persons who are coming this way from the East, are taking refunds instead of using their return tickets. Even before the spring hegira began, the number of those coming with return tickets but deciding to remain averaged more than1500 a month.

On April 1, each year, the trout season opens, and everybody and his friends are likely to be away from business on that day. Perhaps the biggest trout fiend in the motorcycle trade here is C. L. Smith, who with Mrs. Smith, puts on high boots, steals quietly away the night before, and comes back “with the goods.’’ Just now many are trying to discover where he will go.

Practically every shop is featuring the Hawthorne electric lighting outfit, and it pays. In one case the outfit caused the sale of the second hand machine it was on. The demonstration interests. One turn of a knob lights the big light. Another turn throws that off and turns on the pilot light, for city use. Another turn adds the taillight. The fourth turn puts ‘em all out.

H. P. Cripps, of the H. P. Cripps Company, ·Chicago, is now permanently in Los Angeles and looking for a location, to push his ‘business on the Coast. He claims to have a superior glove and legging, and similar goods.

E. F. Merry, Northern California and Nevada distributor for the Excelsior, has been in San Francisco nearly a month. Hewill return about Aoril 1. To Manager Smith he reports business humming in the north.

The sale of Vales is progressing steadily, says Manager Drollinger of the Los Angeles Motorcycle Co. Two machines were sold last Saturday. The Yale is now one of those which are frequently seen on the streets, and on account of their attractive appearance it may be said that seeing one Yale has as much effect on the eye of the prospective buyer as seeing several less noticeable machines.

The number of “Big Baby” 9 h. p. blue Thors is increasing as fast as customers can get them, and almost any time one can see one or more in front of the Pacific Mo.tor Supply store, surrounded by a crowd of youths.

The Kittle Mfg. Co. has started legal steps in an effort to prevent J. R. Kittle from manufacturing or selling a tandem known ‘by the name “Kittle tandem.’’

In the last issue it was stated that the non-chafing powder for tire casing, madeby the Reflex Ignition Co., was made of a high grade of Indian mice. Mice may make fairly good glue, but do not make good mica powder. The typesetter has been duly executed.

At least four Los Angeles dealers, without solicitation, have delivered themselves of the opinion that the emissary of a Chicago journal, ostensibly here to solicit subscriptions and get news, would produce more harmonious vibrations if he had brought along some savoir faire instead of so much bullcon argumentatum.

In a few days W. H. Jackson. of W. E. & W. H. Jackson, Dayton distributors, returns to San Francisco from Honolulu. Then one of the firm expects to make a trip here with a two-speed 9 h. p. model.

Vice-President Sayre, of the Appeal Company, has a new National Six, and last Sunday, while doing the foot hills, he dropped in at Kittle’s orange ranch. What happened there is not known, but that night Sayre slept badly, dreaming that his machine had 12 cylinders and that he JUST couldn’t see the use of so many, nohow.

The Excelsior distributing situation, as far as the Girton-Hoffer Co., Inc., is concerned is indicated by the fact that they are having the store at 912 South Main, in Motorcycle Row, fitted uo, and signs in the windows state they will be ready for business on April 7. They will put in an entirely new stock of Excelsiors and parts.

F. R. Carroll. manager of the Goodrich branch, controlling Diamond tires, visited San Diego last week.

]. S. Tormey, Pacific Coast manager for the Henderson, went to San Diego on the20th, to spend a week visiting all towns on the way back.

A. M. Kupfer, Henderson agent, predicts that instead of big jumps and slumps, this year will have a steady business, following automobile experience. One sale of a Henderson in Rivera, a small town in the county, resulted in the sale of four more.By request of many riders, Kupfer will start a Henderson club. The first run, next Sunday. may be to Santa Monica canyon. A number of tandems and side cars are expected to go. For later runs, to occur weekly, everybody is invited, and on Wednesday evenings there will be sociable runs for clambakes and such, to the beaches, or other runs-the county is full of available places. At the season’s close there will be tokens for attendance, etc. Kupfer expects a car load of Hendersons by April 1.

Window displays in Los Angeles are exceptionally good. In the Passmore & Sayre window are a lot of stickers bearing descriptions of various parts of a dissected two-speed Harley-Davidson twin, with which the stickers are connected by longtapes.

Branch Manager S. W. Lowry, of the Pennsylvania Rubber Co, has had the country surrounding Bakersfield added to his territory and recently made his first trip up there. “Fine town and great looking territory,” is his verdict. His company will help dealers by a newspaper advertising campaign.

In a quiet way the Reading Standard is making good in and around Los Angeles. Quintero-a short terror-the two big rises behind the Sisters’ hospital, Bairdstown and other hills have all been its victims without trouble; and a much harder trick than any of these was going up the inclined railway course on Mt. Washington, that not one out of a hundred riders would think of tackling any way. This has been done by a machine fitted with a two-speed gear-as the Reading Standard is now; but the R-S has gone up on the high. Two well known aeroplanemen use it because they like its “class,”and a number of men who use motorcycles in their daily grind, for the hardest kind of service, swear by the R-S.

Last week the first two-speed 10 h.p. model arrived, and ‘C. R. Short, of John T.Bill & Co., made a number of demonstrations with it. It was one of several for which orders had been taken.

E. L. Fall, friend of Mike Toepel of the Splitdorf factory, has come on from New York at the age of SO, to stay. He is negotiating for a repair shop. He was here many years ago, and helped survey the lower coast. He put in years in the bicycle business in New York, got into roofing and metal working, and now comes to the Coast determined to get a foothold here and send for his family. “Wonderful climate,” said he, after a jaunt to Santa Monica the foot hill way. He traveled through snow nearly all the way across.

This season the horrible habit of having motorcycle saddles pointed upward, front-wise, at a 45-degree angle, seems to have practically disappeared. The boys with bicycles built a Ia motorcycle are getting out of the habit too. In this town, bicycle riders sit on the saddle only on the level. On hills they “walk’’ on the pedals.

Glen Stokes and Roy Shaw, Excelsior racers, started for Chicago on the 23d.