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Hush-Hush Magazine, 11/6/58:

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 pe

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 established eviction date without seeking legal injunctions. That man: popular bantamweight battler Reuben Ruiz, currently ranked 8th by Ring Magazine, a man whom Hush-Hush hastens to charge with a checkably checkered past.

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Reuben Ruiz served time at the Preston Reformatory for juvenile burglary.

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Reuben Ruiz has three brothers: Ramon, Reyes and Reynaldo—!God!—alliteration to make Hush-Hush proud!—and all three men have burglary and/or grand theft auto convictions on their records.

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Reuben Ruiz was a guarded witness during Federal bright boy Welles Noonan’s recently short lived boxing probe. (You recall that probe, hepcats: another witness jumped out the window while the LAPD detective guarding him resided in Snooze City.)

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Reuben Ruiz was spotted a few days ago, lunching at the Pacific Dining Car with DA Bob Gallaudet and City Councilman Thomas Bethune. A late breaking extra, on the Q.T and very Hush-Hush:

Reuben Ruiz’ brother Ramon was arrested for grand theft auto several days before, but now the charges have been mysteriously dropped.

A captivatingly corrosive coercion conclusion to consider:

Is Reuben Ruiz a bagman—P.R. man for the DA’s Office and City Council? Does Ruiz’ hellacious hermano rowdy Ramon owe his freedom to Reuben’s politically prudent pandering? Will Reuben’s extra-curricular efforts extricate his lethal left hook when he fights tough Stevie Moore at the Olympic next week?

Remember, dear reader, you heard it first here: off the record, on the Q.T and very Hush-Hush.

“Crimewatch” Feature, Hush-Hush Magazine, 11/6/58:

You all know Sol “The Fur King” Hurwitz, hepcats: he does his own commercials on TV’s Spade Cooley Show. His ru

Dig that especially L.A. ethos? Good, you’re on our wavelength. Dig further that Hurwitz’ free storage come-on is good for lots of biz. Shiver, shiver, brrrr. Your beloved Charlie Chinchilla, Mindy Mink and Rachel Raccoon are safe with Sol, right? Well, up until October 25th you weren’t whistling Dixie....

On that fateful night, three or four daring desperadoes presumed to have toolmaking and electronics expertise furtively furthered their criminal careers by overpowering a security guard and absconding with an estimated one million dollars in “OffSeason” storaged furs. Did you read the small print on your “free” storage contracts, kool kats? If not, dig: in case of theft, Hurwitz Furs’ insurance carrier reimburses you at the rate of 25% of the estimated value of your lost stole or coat, and furthermore, the police have no clues as to who these furshtinkener furtive fur heisters are!

Captain Dudley Smith, head of the LAPD’s Robbery Division, told reporters at Van Nuys Station: “We know that a large flatbed truck was the means of entry and escape, and the regrettably injured guard told us that three or four men wearing stocking masks disabled him. A complex freezer locking system was dismantled, giving the robbers access to the furs. Technical expertise is an obvious strong point of this gang of thieves, and I will not rest until they are apprehended.”

Assisting Captain Smith are Sergeant Michael Breuning and Sergeant Richard Carlisle. A surprise addition to the celebrated crimebuster’s team: Officer John Duhamel, known to So Cal fight fans as “Schoolboy” Joh

He called the robbery a baffler, and ruled out insurance fraud, even though Sol Hurwitz is rapaciously rumored to be a dice game degenerate. “Schoolboy” then bit his tongue and offered no further comments.

In a further development, a score of furious furmeisters picketed Sol Hurwitz’ Pacoima scene-of-the-crime storage facility. With a scant 25% assessed value refund coming to them, these perplexed parents impatiently importuned Mindy Mink, Rachel Raccoon and Charlie Chinchilla:

Come home! It’s 80 degrees and we’re freezing without you!

Look for further developments in upcoming Crimewatch features. Remember, you heard it furst here: off the record, on the Q.T. and very Hush-Hush!