Word: sacramento
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...noisy, cluttered city room of the Sacramento Union, Sports Editor Dick Edmonds and a 30-year-old baseball maniac and nightclub owner named Yubi Separovich bemoaned the end of the world: Sacramento's "Solons" were no more. The St. Louis Cardinals, owners of the club, had sold their Pacific Coast League franchise to Tacoma, Wash., for $50,000. In three days, P.C.L. directors would meet to approve the transfer, the stadium probably would be torn down, the ball park subdivided for postwar real estate...
Head in hands, sportswriter Tod Schoonover stared at the telephone, suddenly grabbed it. Sacramento's Chamber of Commerce had tried to outbid Tacoma, raised a scrawny $8,000 and quit. He would make one last effort. Frenetically Schoonover phoned sporting friends-bowling alley operators, golfers, promoters, cafe owners. Ninety minutes later he had promises of $22,000. Yubi Separovich added $2,000. He and Edmonds then started after every solvent fan in town. In 48 hours they had $53,000, barely caught the night train to Los Angeles for the P.C.L. meeting...
...Sacramento's Mayor Tom B. Monk, a police escort and howling fans paraded the returning heroes. Schoonover met them with $30,000 in new pledges toward buying the ball park-the Cardinals sliced the price from $60,000 to $50,000-and rumors of a $25,000 bid for concession rights...
...political career began after the war when he landed a job as a clerk to a legislative committee in Sacramento. Thence forth his rise was cautious and well-planned: he did not try for a new job unless he was reasonably certain he could get it. His first important job, as assistant district attorney, was assured him by the friendly legislative committee for which he had worked. As district attorney, he guided through the legislature a bill vastly increasing the powers of the state attorney general, and raising the pay from $6,000 to $11,000 a year. His next...
Family Man. When the Warrens moved to Sacramento, the Governor's Mansion (once the boyhood home of the late great muckraking journalist Lincoln Steffens) was an ugly, grey, 70-year-old frame relic. Part of the roof had toppled off, the rococo porches had rotted, plaster had fallen from the ceilings. One Governor after another had boarded off sections of the 20-room house...