Hung At Burr’s Gallery

Capturing Beauty


John Presco

Copyright 2021

When I was seventeen, I had a chance to hang my art at Raymond Burr’s art gallery located at 456 North Rodeo Drive. Marilyn was living with Kathy the ex-Girl Friday of Mayor Sam Yorty who had fired her because she refused to sleep with his politcal foes to get dirt on them. This is what my sixteen year old girlfriend is telling me. I do not want her haging around this racy woman. She was dating Arnold Palmer’s good friend who was hosting ABC Golf. I got Arnie checking M’s teen ass. There were Jet Settters hovering about. Kathy puts me on the phone. Ryamond invited me to dinner at his home. He would cook for me. He wanted to see my art. He owned a gallery. We set a date. After the call Kathy said;

“I should warn you. Raymond is gay, and may put the make on you.”

I asked Kathy to call and break the date – after I leave her home! I was appalled. Marilyn was not happy that I was throwing away my – BIG BREAK!

It has taken me taking me twenty-seven years to figure out what the hidden agenda was, that was hatched hours after my famous sister drowned under mysterious circumstances. These people wanted Garth Benton, whose divorce may not have been final, to take the reins – after my adult niece is gotten rid of. His daughter Drew, is the Child Heir – a real asset – that won’t put up a fight or, want a cut! They were already talking about a book and movie -before Christine was “killed” by a rogue wave. These people wanted to….MAKE A KILLING!

Mark Presco. Vicki Presco. Garth Benton. Stacey Pierrot, and Jacci Belford. (seen at the top) knew there was no more money to be had from the Rosamond prints. I am positive Garth’s attorney worked had to make this a reality – behind the scenes. Was the law firm of Morris and Buck made aware of – THIS SCHEME? Why is it a – CONSPIRACY? When you read Tom Snyder’s lying biography, you see – THE MAJOR THEME! Christine Rosamond Benton was totally out of her mind, and bent on hurting every man who tried to help her – including Garth. Snyder writes that Christine was accusing Garth – and all men – of molesting their daughters! This would have destroyed Garth’s reputation – if Christine autobiography was published. THEY AGREED to disappear it. Vicki showed me exerts. It began by Rosamond writing;

“Everyone thought my brother was going to be a famous artist some day. But, it wasn’t meant to be.”

Robert Buck & Morris went into – THE MOVIE BUSINESS TOGETTHER! There was no movie script listed in the Rosamond Estate – or a biography! If there was, these items would belong to the Heirs…..BOTH Christine’s daughters! Only THEY would realize a profit from the sale of a bio and movie script. Christine left Garth one dollar in her will, which says she does not want him to have anything. Rosamond definitely did not want Garth depicted in a good light in HER STORY. There is no reason for a bio, or movie, about a non-famous person going insane, and drinking and beating on Garth’s sixteen year old daughter – from another marriage! Folks will watch the movie – then go online and look to own some Rosamond Art! Why? Why would they? This is a movie deal – from the get! This has nothing to do with art.

The key term is “create interest in her work”. The movie Morris approved of, was not aimed at fans already interested in her work

“plans were underway for a biography of Decedent, which Petitioner hoped might create interest in her work. It looks like Morris KNEW interest in Christine’s work – had waned! It looks like he is GAMBLING on the book and movie – to get new fans of ROSAMOND ART. There is about ten million dollars of unsold prints.

“By September 2000, however, plans were underway for a biography of Decedent, which Petitioner hoped might create interest in her work. The book was published in 2002. Although the book did not spur the hoped-for interest in Decedent’s life and work, efforts continued to market the concept of a screenplay based upon Decedent’s life. Petitioner hoping that this might be brought to fruition, elected to keep the estate open. However, it is the Petitioner’s belief the likelihood of an increased interest in Decedents work is negligible, and the time has come to close the estate.”

My fiend Michael was a good friend of all members of the Stackpole family. He told me that Peter Stackpole told him, that Errol Flynn did like underage girls. Michael was trained by Bill Lindhart who was Chessman’s Private Investigator. Michael drove me to Christine’s funeral and was acting as a PI. He did not buy any of the lies.

Edwin Milton Royce wrote Squaw Man and not my grandfather as Tom Snyder said in his lying bio. Dod Sydney Morrie proofread that fake book?

Sydney Morris and Brett Weston | Rosamond Press

The Squaw Man (1931 film) – Wikipedia

When an assignment becomes evidence: Peter Stackpole, Errol Flynn, and LIFE | New-York Historical Society (

When an assignment becomes evidence: Peter Stackpole, Errol Flynn, and LIFE

July 12, 2017 by staff Leave a Comment

This post is by Melanie Rinehart, Assistant Archivist, Time Inc. Archive.

LIFE Magazine was launched on November 23, 1936, for readers “to see life; to see the world; to eyewitness great events.” The subject matter focused on both political and cultural events, and while the photographers captured iconic or scandalous photographs, it was rare that they were drawn into the lives of their subjects to the point of legal involvement.

One of the four original LIFE photographers, Peter Stackpole (1913–1997), was typically assigned to shoot California culture and Hollywood subjects. In August 1941 he joined Errol Flynn (1909–1959)—the swashbuckling leading man of The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)—aboard Flynn’s yacht, the Sirocco, to photograph him for a story about his spearfishing skills. Also present were stuntman Buster Wiles (1910–1990), crew members, and three young women. One of them, fifteen-year-old actress Peggy Satterlee, later accused Flynn of raping her. The case, unsurprisingly, created a media storm. Errol Flynn was a married movie star, accused of statutory rape by a girl fifteen years his junior. Peter Stackpole was dragged into the spotlight by association.

Am I Stackpole’s Historian?

Posted on June 4, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Before the death of my late friend, Michael Harkins, I asked him if anyone was taking care of the Stackpole family legacy. He said Peter’s daughter was on it. I am not sure if she is doing enough. I am going to include a chapter in my book.

If I find time I am going to do a painting of Ralph, Frieda, and Rivera from the photograph above. They are in a classic pose. Their raised legs create a religious theme often used by the masters. This pyramid pose is perfectly off-center which balances the differences in weight of the two men, and the leaning towards Rivera, that does not exclude Ralph. Someone knows their art. Who took this photo. This is pure San Francisco. This is a real revolution – with amazing results!

Wow! I just noticed Frieda was a friend of Ed Weston who photographed this famous woman artist. Michael was a good friend of Ralph, Peter, and Peter Stackpole Jr. We went to Peter’s destroyed home after the Oakland fire. Much work was destroyed. Michael helped me investigate the death of Christine Rosamond Benton. He was a good friend of the poet Michael McClure, and Jim Morrison. Stone wanted Michael’s story for his movie. He declined.

When Kahlo and Rivera moved to San Francisco in 1930, Kahlo was introduced to American artists such as Edward WestonRalph StackpoleTimothy Pflueger, and Nickolas Muray.[19] The six months spent in San Francisco were a productive period for Kahlo,[20] who further developed the folk art style she had adopted in Cuernavaca.[21] In addition to painting portraits of several new acquaintances,[22] she made Frieda and Diego Rivera (1931), a double portrait based on their wedding photograph,[23] and The Portrait of Luther Burbank (1931), which depicted the eponymous horticulturist as a hybrid between a human and a plant.[24] Although she still publicly presented herself as simply Rivera’s spouse rather than as an artist,[25] she participated for the first time in an exhibition, when Frieda and Diego Rivera was included in the Sixth Annual Exhibition of the San Francisco Society of Women Artists in the Palace of the Legion of Honor.[26][27]

The Creative Stackpoles

Posted on December 7, 2011by Royal Rosamond Press

Ralph Stackpole was a friend of George Sterling and stayed with him and the artists and poets that gathered at Lake Temescal in Oakland. Ralph befriended Diego and Freda Rivera the famous muralist and artist. Ralph helped design the Paramount theatre and a giant statue for Golden Gate Exposition, a goddess named Pacifica.

Peter Stackpole was a staff photographer for LIFE magazine and spent much time in Hollywood shooting the stars, among them, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Peter stayed on Errol Flynn’s boat and was privy to his exploits. My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, chased Errol from her home at dawn when he and a friend came serenading.

Jon Presco

Ralph Ward Stackpole (May 1, 1885 – December 13, 1973) was an American sculptor, painter, muralist, etcher and art educator, San Francisco’s leading artist during the 1920s and 1930s. Stackpole was involved in the art and causes of social realism, especially during the Great Depression, when he was part of the Federal Art Project for the Works Progress Administration (WPA). Stackpole was responsible for recommending that architect Timothy L. Pflueger bring Mexican muralist Diego Rivera to San Francisco to work on the San Francisco Stock Exchange and its attached office tower in 1930–31.[2] His son Peter Stackpole became a well-known photojournalist.

The Hypnotic Private Eye

Posted on June 12, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


Caryl Chessman with Princess Marie Bonaparte (2 July 1882 – 21 September 1962) was a French author and psychoanalyst, closely linked with Sigmund Freud. Her wealth contributed to the popularity of psychoanalysis, and enabled Freud’s escape from Nazi Germany. Marie had two children. 

Prince George and Princess Marie had two children, Petros and Evgenia.


The Hypnotic Eye (1960)
Directed by George Blair
Shown: Lobby card


Two years ago I bought a glowing Eyeball at the McKenzie Bridge Community Center garage sale, and employed it in a fantasy tale at our campground with my kindred.  A year later, I gave that eyeball away to the man who operated a Time Machine that took us back to the first Acid Test. A real Time Portal is now open. Those who can go with the flow, will get a glimpse of Shangri-La!

“Tomorrow night Cozmic Pizza will be celebrating the 50th. Aniversary of the Acid Tests Kesey conducted. In 1966 Kesey helped put on a show at the Open Theater in Berkeley where was founded, BEAF – Berkeley for the Experimental Arts Foundation. My friend Peter Shapiro played here with The Loading Zone, and weeks later at the Acid Test held at Longshoreman’s Hall.”

Here we go! I got a movie script for sale! This movie will unite the Bohemian World!

The Hypnotic Private Eye

A Movie Idea


Jon Presco

Copyrght 2016


A group of Freud’s disciples team up with a group of men’s magazine writers (known as The Lustful Eye), a couple of horror movie makers, the King of the Beatniks (who owns the Hungry 1) and Princess Marie Bonaparte, who claims she is the grandmother of Caryl Chessman. Together they hatch a scheme to alter the conciousness of the world, with the help of the Macumba Love Drug. They want to create a vortex of super creative people in the legendary Shangri-La that Carl’s father, Prince Peter, discovered in his visit to Tibet.  This is the scheme that Ken Kesey stumbled upon when he lived in the experimental community on Perry Lane in Menlo Park. There is powerful evidence Ken was put in a hypnotic trance he never got out of. The giant image of Kesey in Springfield holds the key that will unlock your mind! Study that bookcase! Long live the Grateful Dead of Macumba!

The famous detective, William Linhart, is left on the outskirts of this fantastic plot to alter humanity – for the good of all! For now, the right hand must not know what the left hand is doing. Bill was already working for Chessman, he gathering evidence that he is an innocent man.  There is a plan to have Caryl be one of the judges of the Beautiful Busty Babes contest being held on Macumba Island. The producers are tying to get permission from the warden to have June Wilkinson come sit next to Caryl on Death Row, and be Judge No.2. It will be the world’s first live-telecast!

What happened to America since 911. We have lost our erotic innocence, our vaudeville ways. We used to want to see God. But not the wrathful God, the vengeful God, who would demand and eye for an eye!

Once upon a time in America, everyone wanted to be hypnotized, or wanted to hypnotize someone. Those days are dead and gone. Why? What are we afraid of? Is this why young people are texting as they walk? Are they afraid of their subconscious? Have  they agreed to keep each other from going there? Afraid of what? Of what they might find – or not find?



While visiting his client, Caryl Chessman, he sees a regal looking dowager waiting to go into the Death Row block before him. The guard has told Chessman’s PI, he would have to wait until the Princess completed her visit. Her plane was late, and she had missed her appointment time. Curious, Bill Linhart came over to her, and asks if he could sit down next to her. Who knows. She might have a good lead.

BILL: Hello! My name is William Linhart. I am Caryl’s Private investigator. May I sit down.

PRINCESS NAPOLEON: Please. You look like a dapper enough gentleman. But, get rid of the cat hairs. They really standout on your dark blue suit. I happen to love and trust cat lovers, so, you are in my good favor.

BILL: Thank you! (takes a seat) I see you are quite the detective. Is there anything else you have deduced by my appearance?

PRINCESS: Why yes. You are a bachelor who lives alone, and your daughter ironed the wrinkles out of your suit this morning, because your cats lay down on it as soon as you flung it on chair by your bed.

BILL: How do you know it was my daughter?

PRINCESS: Your wife would have known to put a damp towel over it, and would not have left a glossy sheen on the material, that is somewhat scorched. I may be a princess, but, I have had to slum it now a then.

BILL: Very good! I will tell my daughter I talked to a real Princess detective – and she mentioned her. Care to guess her age?

PRINCESS: I don’t have to guess. She is nineteen, attending her first term at UC Law School, and still lives at home. Otherwise, she would live with her lover, but, she doesn’t have one at the moment. She thinks no one is good enough for her. She takes after her father. She considers it a privilege to take care of you. She respects you.”

Bill noticed his mouth was open, and closed it slowly hoping she had not noticed he was utterly impressed – and confounded! Is she a mind-reader?

PRINCESS: I grew up in court, and have spent much time around royal people – and wanna-be royal people. I became a great observer, and excellent judge of people. Your daughter has been a rescuer of stray cats most of her life. Your wife was allergic to them, and is why she ran away – and never came back! Your daughter blames herself, and will look after you until you’re dying day. She is a warm and gentle soul. Her mother was a shrew! Good riddance to her!

I am also one Freud’s greatest disciples – and one of the most highly trained psychologist in the world. I have dined with Freud at Rosenborg palace. We, were lovers on Macumba Island where we went after I rescued him from Adolph Hitler and his Killer Skull gang!

BILL: I am tempted to get down on one knee, and bow my head to you. You know me better than I know myself. I did not have the courage to say the truth out loud. Our little secret is now out. My wife was unbearable. She played the cello, badly. Pray tell, why are you here to see Caryl.

PRINCESS: He’s my grandson, and the son of Prince Peter. He’s the only one that knows the way to Shangri-La, but, the pathway is buried in subconscious. He was there, when he was two. Now excuse me. The guard beckons.

Bill rose when she did, and watched her go to the cell door. Just before it opened, she turned and with a smile

PRINCESS: You are mistaken. I am not crazy.


Bill enters and puts his briefcase down on the little table.

CARYL: Don’t bother asking. She told me you would. She’s a nut Bill. She’s using me like all the others. She’s either writing a book, or, is trying to get back in the limelight like all those other has-been royals. I got five of them lined up to see me. She insists I am Prince Caryl, heir to the throne of Denmark, and I have gazed upon the real royal regalia that was stolen by my alleged father and taken to Tibet where he was going to establish The Eternal Kingdom of Rex Mundi.  She says I was there when Prince Peter, my alleged father, died. I wandered off thru the portal to Shangri-La. I wandered in the Himalaya mountains for days, and was found by my parents, who the Princess says are not my real parents. They were Baptist missionaries. And yes, it’s true, they did go to Tibet. They actually met the prince in their hotel.


Whatever! That woman is all bullshit. She looked up my family history, and concocted this amazing crock of bull. Now, let me see what you and David dug up. Is Woodfield still going to make Macumba Love? And what about Eric Nord, the ‘King of the Beatniks’? Did he give you any leads? You said he is tight with Herb Cain who is concluding I am a phony and guilty as all hell. Can we get Herbie baby to change his mind? Talk to Jim Bigalow at Sam’s where Caen writes his column. Jim is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. He’s connected.

Nord told me Governor Brown has been sticking his little weenie between June Wilkinson’s big breasts down in the basement of the Hungry I, and jerking himself off! Is this true? I want her here with me to judge that beauty contest.

BILL: Can I ask you a question?

CARYL: Shoot!

BILL: Did she fuck Freud? I know you guys are tight and exchange letters. But, for my records.

CARYL: Yeah she fucked that whacko, a whole bunch of times, when they did that Love Drug on Macumba. Why do you want to know – for sure? Stay out of this, Bill. you’re way over your head if you fuck around with this Macumba deal. Let Woodfield and Nord handle it. They got the guys at Argosy, Stag, and Mermaid magazine working on it. Go talk to David. There’s something really big going down. I can feel it in the air. Caen may have put a hit on me. Here’s her card?”

BILL: Who’s card?” Bill asked, his head wheeling on the idea Herb Caen wanted to off Caryl before her gets offed by Brown – and the State of California Penal Code!

CARYL: Who do you think, dummy? Sometimes you can be a real Punk. I wonder why I hired you. I want you to get the skinny on the Princess. That’s why you’re here today. I wanted you to to meet, have it look that you ran into each other by chance. She’s onto something, and I ain’t talking about Shangri-La. Human beings are no good! Haven’t I proven that? See if she’s for real. She’s a sharp cookie. Watch yourself.


Bill looked over his solider and began to pick the cat hairs off his suit. Caryl had become Information Central to many important people. He was like the Catholic Cardinal working the Confessional. Many people were telling him their deepest darkest secrets figuring he would take them to the grave with him. Those people stopped confessing when they heard Bill’s new book ‘The Kid Was a Killer’ was full of innuendos and gossip written in prison code taught to him by the Bird Man of Alcatraz – and other infamous inmates who never met such a quick learner. He was the master of Human Intrigue. It came to him naturally. No one was talking to Caen, and were talking to Caryl in hope it all came out in his book. Everyone was singing, ratting each other out. This is why the warden seized Caryl’s book. He had a team of experts comb through it. They found nothing. The KGB got wind of this, and they put a young agent on it.


Once it was on the market, a clever guy down at  Mermaid magazine started a rumor that Chessman is going to publish Chessman’s Code Book, a means to break the code in his Killer book. But, only if he sold a million copies! The book flew off the shelf. Mere readers had been invested with a real goal, other than finishing a damn book. In two months, a million people crammed their clever minds with The Kid Was a Killer, and waited. And they waited.

Then, Hollywood stepped in. Never in the annals of Hollywood history were tickets to a movie pre-sold. Millions now hoped Caryl would not go to the gas chamber before the code got in the hands of humanity, while others prayed he would – die! The Chessman Code Countdown, was on. Hearst published the Chessman Crossword puzzle. They never sold so many newspapers. Camirillo State Mental Hospital began to fill with folks who swore they broke the code.

“Fuck Caryl. We don’t need no stinken code book!”

One crazy man invented a new chess game – only he could play! It was too complex to teach others. But, this did not stop him from trying. He called it the Chessman’s Chasm. Several nuts lost their mind trying to keep up with the lessons.

Bill was beginning to see Caryl as the new P.T. Barnum. Some folks were saying Caryl was Satan. Two authors suspected he was Baphomet, whomever that is? Where did he get such a clever mind? He can read human beings…………like the back of his hand. Just like……………The Princess.!

“Holy shit!” Bill, uttered aloud. Holy shit!

Getting in his Dodge Wayfarer, Bill made a beeline for the San Francisco public library. He wanted as much information of Prince Peter he could. When he he got there, he spotted the Bogarts huddled in a corner in front of a pile of books…..on hypnotherapy! Lauren was taking puffs on a cigarette she hid under the table. She was being the quintessential Bad Girl. Bill tried to hide the giant crush he had on her, but, he wore it on his sleeve. He was blushing when he approached these has-beens.

After co-starring in The Harder they Fall, Bogie’s career was washed up. He was accused of taking a creative dive. His co-star looked at him like a freak, and it showed on the silver screen. He was hunched over and bedraggled. Peter Falk resurrected this look for the Colombo series.

BILL: “What’s up, Bogie?” he asked and avoided making eye contact wit Lauren, lest his old case of stuttering come back.

BOGIE: Say Bill. Good to see ya. I’m studying for a role in a novel ‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’, Have you heard of it? I’m playing a gumshoe, like you. They want me for the role of this old eccentric who has all these pet white rats running around his house. I hate rats! They are a dirty animals.

LAUREN” Yeah, dirty rats. I hate them, too. Is that a gun in your pocket, Bill, or, are you just happy to see me?

BILL: Humma! Huma-huama! Haumma!”

LAUREN: Thanks for asking Bill, but I’m still in love with Bogie, and, I’m doing some research on Freud. Do you know anything about Freud?


Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Lucky Victor’s

Posted on June 16, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


‘The Hypnotic Private Eye’

Chapter Two

Lucky Victor’s

Captain Von Victor liked Eric Nord the first time they lay eyes on each other. He could tell he was of the Teutonic race, and more than likely he was a Prussian, like himself. For this reason he gave him his best Evil Eye when he opened the old green door of ‘Green Bros & Co. on Davis street.

“Who are you? Where’s Meze? What happened to his produce?”Captain Vic growled. There was nothing more in the world he hated more, than a produce guy who doesn’t have his stuff out by 5:00 A.M.

Spotting what looked like dead bodies laying about on the sofas and floor, Von Victor brushed Big Daddy aside. Strutting about like he owned the place, Captain Vic counted the  empty bottles of booze tossed helter-skelter. He inspected the living-dead who had just crashed from their wild night of partying. Von Victor grumbled half approvingly. Some of these guys had money, and were slumming it. He recognized a couple of stiffs he had personally drunk under the table. Now, they are someone’s sucker.


Victor had crossed the Bay Bridge in his 1948 Flatbed Ford truck to pick up some South American Guavas for Trader’s Vic’s restaurant in Oakland, that just changed its name from Hinky Dinks, thanks to Von Victor who told Victor Jules Bergerson;

“Hinky Dink sounds real queer, like Dinky Pinky. You don’t want the queer crowd in here, do ya!”.

“What do you got goin on here?” Captain Vic asked Nord as he picked up a piece of cardboard with these infamous words on it.


“I run an after hours club. Now if you don’t mind, I got to get some shut-eye. Come back tonight. Bring some friends.”

“You allow Negroes in here?” Captain Vic shot, as he lifted his black eye patch and relieved a phantom itch. After Dirty Dee-Dee knocked his eye out with a five-pound green glass ashtray, he was after as much sympathy as he could get. Scratching his dead eyeball always gave him the upper hand as it un-nerved most folks to see him do it.

“What I don’t allow in here, is racists. If you got a problem with the Black Race, don’t come back.”

“Hold your horses, ass-bite. I am thinking of bringing my good friends here, Viola and Vivian ‘The Voom-Voom Sisters. You allow music? They play a mean Macumba, and have known to make Betsy Smith, blush!

“Of course! They are more than welcome!” Eric answered, contritely, because he and other club owners had been trying to book the Voom-Voom sisters who only play the clubs on 7th. Street, and, will do private parties at the Ritz Hotel in Emeryville (owned by Big Bone’s Remmer) if the price is right.

Eris watched Von Victor put the red truck in reverse, then in first, and drive away. Deep inside he knew his life was going to change, forever. Captain Vic was tight with Jack Londons’ daughter, and was running Acme Produce out of a Victorian warehouse on Webster and 4th, in Jack London Square. As he headed to San Jose, because that was the only other place you can get the Guavas Victor and his bartenders, liked, his mind and heart took in his old flame, Sarah Churchill, who he had to have the minute he lay his eye on her. He took her in the back of Hinky Dinks, thew her on some crates of oranges, and forced her to submit to his real Bohemian lust. He never fucked an actress before. Nine months later, Sarah thrust lil Oakland Jonny in his arms.

“I believe this lil sack of spuds…….belongs to you!”

When Vic walked in the door of his home on Berlin Way, that was built b his German grandfather, the Captain thrust Oakland Jonny in the arms of his wife, Rosemary,.

“Here. You have another son. If you give me any guff, I will twist your arm behind your back and force you to your knees. Now , take these kidney and cook them up the away I like them!”

When Oakland Jonny was thirteen, he was known as ‘The Artist That Makes Women Cry’. Victor Bergeron commissioned Jonny to render some drawings of his new place. He rendered the beautiful Polynisian maiden on the cover of the menu. After that, The Captain introduced his a son as his ‘Art Whore’.

“He’ll draw or paint anything for a buck!

This is when Lil Jonny began to paint and draw in a closet with a flashlight. When his father opened ‘Lucky Victor’s’ he was forced to render these incredible murals of the adventures of Jack London for a dollar a day. Lucky Victor’s opened the same day Chessman hired Bill Linhart.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016


Hidden below a crusty warehouse in the city’s old produce district, the Party Pad was a beatnik hangout run by Eric “Big Daddy” Nord. Subject of then-mayor George Christopher’s crack down on North Beach, it was raided in June 1958.

Eric “Big Daddy” Nord was referred to as the “King of the Beat Generation,” and the 6’7″ man ran a lively scene in the 1950s. He started the original hungry i nightclub back in 1950, and later opened his Party Pad club. Located in an old produce warehouse, the Party Pad operated as a continuous “bring your own bottle party,” asking for donations ($1 for men, 50 cents for women)> instead of a charge. It wasdescribed by a newspaper at the time

Eric “Big Daddy” Nord, 1968 [Photo: Moe’s Books]

Nord kept a policeman on duty at the parties to help keep order, but on June 21, 1958 it was raided on orders from Mayor Christopher and Nord was arrested for operating a public dance hall without a license. Earlier that month a man had died after falling off the roof during one of the parties. Later that summer, Nord was charged with helping two teenage girls run away from their homes. The highly-publicized trial was technically for “contributing to the delinquency of minors.” He and another man were accused oftaking two 16 and 17 year old runaway girls “on a Beat Generation weekend” including trips to Mill Valley and Big Sur. In the end, he was fined $300 and given three years’ probation.

The Party Pad was ordered to close in August 1958, and Nord relocated to Venice, California to operate the legendary Gas House.
· DEATH AT BEATNIK “PARTY PAD”, SF [Eureka Humbolt Standard]
· beatnik! [Tom Christopher]
· Head Beatnik Held for Aid To Runaways [San Mateo Times]

It was known as the ‘Party Pad’, a clandestine bring-your-own-bottle establishment occupying the upper floor of a deserted produce warehouse on Davis Street, downtown San Francisco. The underground hipster hub was run without a license by a beatnik generation actor and poet known as Eric “Big Daddy” Nord, a well-known figure of the bohemian scene in California at the time. These photographs of the speakeasy-style joint were discovered by a digital archive for the city, Found, SF.

Unfortunately, this party was shut down pretty quickly after a 31 year old man died in June 1958 when he fell from the Party Pad’s roof, which guests would often use to get a breathe of fresh air.  “Police found 13 empty whiskey bottles, 10 empty beer cans, as well as chairs and mattresses on the roof,” reported the local paper, “It was found that the roof was a most unsafe place.” Today, the old food warehouse has long since been demolished.

Despite it’s tragic end, this secret club must have once had an electric atmosphere behind its shabby exterior, and I can certainly see the story of a place like this inspiring some modern-day hipsters to open their next ‘speakeasy’ cocktail hotspot– complete with a decaying facade salvaged from an abandoned green grocer’s. Any bar entrepreneurs out there interested in immortalising the story of The Party Pad?,_Harm,_and_the_Profitable_Beat_Scene

Trader Vic’s is a restaurant chain headquartered in EmeryvilleCalifornia, United States. Victor Jules Bergeron, Jr. (December 10, 1902, San Francisco – October 11, 1984, Hillsborough, California) founded a chain of Polynesian-themed restaurants that bore his nickname, “Trader Vic”. He was one of two people who claimed to have invented the Mai Tai.[1] The other was his amicable competitor for many years, Don the Beachcomber.

Bergeron attended Heald College in San Francisco.[2] On November 17, 1934, using $500 in borrowed money, Bergeron opened a small bar/restaurant across from his parents’ grocery store at San Pablo Avenue and 65th Street[3] in the Golden Gate District of Oakland.[4] He named it Hinky Dink’s. As its popularity spread, the menu and decor developed an increasingly tropical flair, and Hinky Dink’s soon became Trader Vic’s. In 1940 the first franchised Trader Vic’s opened in Seattle,Washington.[5] In 1950, Bergeron opened a Trader Vic’s location in Hawaii[5] and in 1951 at 20 Cosmo Place in San Francisco.[4]

During the Tiki culture fad of the 1950s and 1960s, as many as 25 Trader Vic’s restaurants were in operation worldwide. They all featured the popular mix of Polynesianartifacts, unique cocktails, and exotic cuisine. In the 1980s and 1990s, the chain began to shrink as a new generation of people had little or no connection to the chain’s tiki theme. The chain of restaurants grew and is credited as one of the first successful themed chains, a marketing model that many other restaurants followed. Poor locations or less trendy addresses took a toll on the chain’s popularity. In 1972 the original location in Oakland was closed and replaced by a bayfront restaurant in nearby Emeryville,[5] now considered the chain’s flagship restaurant. While many of the original locations have closed, Trader Vic’s once again has grown to 19 locations around the globe.[6] As of 2012 there are four Trader Vic’s restaurants in the United States, three in Europe, eight in the Middle East, and three in East Asia. The Trader Vic’s Corporation also franchises restaurants and bars under the names the Mai Tai Lounge, Trader Vic’s Island Bar & Grill (which opened in 2010 in Sarasota, FL and shuttered in 2013 – where the company experimented with a Hooters-like concept but not a true Hooters knockoff), and Señor Pico,[7][8] which take the total restaurant count up to 27.

Sarah Millicent Hermione Touchet-Jesson, Baroness Audley, born Sarah Churchill (7 October 1914 – 24 September 1982), was a British actress and dancer.

Sarah Churchill was born in London, the second daughter of Winston Churchill, later Prime Minister of the UK during the Second World War, and Clementine Churchill, later Baroness Spencer-Churchill; she was the third of the couple’s five children and was named after Sir Winston’s ancestor, Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough. She was educated atNotting Hill High School as a day girl and later at North Foreland Lodge as a boarder.[1]

Thomas Touchet-Jesson, 23rd Baron Audley MBE (15 September 1913 – 3 July 1963) was born in Herefordshire, England, to Thomas Touchet Tuchet-Jesson and Annie Rosina Hammacott-Osler and educated at Lancing College. He married twice, initially to June Isabel de Trafford née Chaplin, daughter of Lt.-Col Reginald Chaplin, whom he divorced in 1957. His second marriage, on 26 April 1962, was to Sarah Churchill, daughter of former Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill and his wife Clementine.

He inherited the title of 23rd Baron Audley on 27 May 1942 by writ, succeeding his second cousin Mary Thicknesse-Touchet, 22nd Baroness Audley on her death. As he died childless on 3 July 1963, the title passed to his sister Rosina (1911-1973).

Churchill is best known for her role in the film Royal Wedding (1951) as Anne Ashmond, romantic interest of Fred Astaire as Tom Bowen. In the same year, she had her own television show. She also appeared in He Found a Star (1941), All Over the Town (1949), Fabian of the Yard (1954) and Serious Charge (1959).

During the war, the German clothing factory that eventually became the international menswear powerhouse Hugo Boss produced thousands of SS and other uniforms;[2] with the black SS uniform having been designed by Karl Diebitsch and Walter Heck.

Born in New OrleansLouisiana, Kaufman was one of fourteen children. He claimed to be the son of a German-Jewish father and a Roman Catholic Black mother from Martinique, and that his grandmother practiced voodoo. At age eighteen, Kaufman joined the United States Merchant Marine, which he left in the early 1940s to briefly study literature at New York‘s The New School. There, he met William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. In 1944 Bob Kaufman married Ida Berrocal. They had one daughter, Antoinette Victoria Marie (Nagle), born in New York City in 1945 (died 2008). Kaufman moved to San Francisco’s North Beach in 1958 and remained there for most of the rest of his life. He married Eileen Singe (1922–2015). in 1958; they had one child, Parker, named for Charlie Parker.

Kaufman, a poet in the oral tradition, usually didn’t write down his poems, and much of his published work survives by way of his wife Eileen, who wrote his poems down as he conceived them.[2] Like many beat writers, Kaufman became a Buddhist. In 1959, along with poets Allen Ginsberg, John Kelly, A. D. Winans, and William Margolis, he was one of the founders of Beatitude magazine.

According to the writer Raymond Foye,[3] Kaufman is the person who coined the term “beatnik”, and his life was filled with a great deal of suffering: In San Francisco, he was the target of beatings and harassment by the city police, and his years living in New York were filled with poverty, addiction and imprisonment.

In 1959, Kaufman had a small role in a movie called The Flower Thief, which was shot in North Beach by Ron Rice. In 1961, Kaufman was nominated for England’sGuinness Poetry Award, but lost to T. S. Eliot.[4] He appeared on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson four times in 1970–1971.[5]

In an interview, Ken Kesey describes seeing Bob Kaufman on the streets of San Francisco’s North Beach during a visit to that city with his family in the 1950s:I can remember driving down to North Beach with my folks and seeing Bob Kaufman out there on the street. I didn’t know he was Bob Kaufman at the time. He had little pieces of Band-Aid tape all over his face, about two inches wide, and little smaller ones like two inches long — and all of them made into crosses. He came up to the cars, and he was babbling poetry into these cars. He came up to the car I was riding in, and my folks, and started jabbering this stuff into the car. I knew that this was exceptional use of the human voice and the human mind.[6]

He now runs one if the fastest growing furniture chains Bob’s Discount Furniture where he stars in his own ads.


His poetry made use of jazz syncopation and meter. The critic Raymond Foye wrote about him, “Adapting the harmonic complexities and spontaneous invention ofbebop to poetic euphony and meter, he became the quintessential jazz poet.”[7]

Poet Jack Micheline said about Kaufman, “I found his work to be essentially improvisational, and was at its best when accompanied by a jazz musician. His technique resembled that of the surreal school of poets, ranging from a powerful, visionary lyricism of satirical, near dadaistic leanings, to the more prophetic tone that can be found in his political poems.”[8]

Kaufman said of his own work, “My head is a bony guitar, strung with tongues, plucked by fingers & nails.”[9]

After learning of the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Kaufman took a Buddhist vow of silence that lasted until the end of the Vietnam War in 1973. He broke his silence by reciting his poem “All Those Ships that Never Sailed,” the first lines of which areAll those ships that never sailedThe ones with their seacocks openThat were scuttled in their stalls…Today I bring them backHuge and intransitoryAnd let them sailForever

Bob Kaufman (April 18, 1925 – January 12, 1986), born Robert Garnell Kaufman, was an American Beat poet and surrealistinspired by jazz music. In France, where his poetry had a large following, he was known as the “black American Rimbaud.”[1

In the early 1950s, Nord sometimes worked at the Co-Existence Bagel Shop (the self-described “Gateway to Beatnik Land”), a popular hangout in North Beach. (in Bagel Shop Jazz, the poet Bob Kaufman called its patrons “…shadow people…mulberry-eyed girls in black stockings, smelling vaguely of mint jelly…turtle neck angel guys…”). In 1950, Nord rented a basement in North beach where he and a growing number of young people, aspiring beatniks, hung out. He called the place the “hungry i” nightclub. Enrico Banducci later took over club and it became the cradle of stand-up comedy.

In June 1958, on orders from San Francisco mayor George Christopher to crack down on drug use and delinquency in North Beach, San Francisco police raided Nord’s Party Pad club and arrested him for operating a public dance without a license. Later that summer, on August 8, in an article titled “Schoolgirl Lost in Beatnik Land”, San Francisco Chronicle readers learned that two high school girls in Eric “Big Daddy” Nord’s production of Archy and mehitabel had disappeared after the previous night’s performance. Chronicle readers learned how Nord and another man had taken the girls on a car trip. Nord, driving his Oldsmobileat the end of a beatnik procession, saying his interest in the girls was only fatherly, turned himself in at the Hall of Justice. His much-publicized trial ended in December, when he was fined $300 and given three years’ probation. Said the presiding judge, “You and your friends in Beatnikland emphasize your unusual ways to give an impression that you have talent, ability and stature, when actually a person looking into you finds no talent at all.” Later, the same judge overturned his own verdict.

After his 1958 trial, Nord declared bankruptcy, moved to Venice in Southern California, and, putting his entrepreneurial ability to good use, started The Gas House, a café that soon became popular with Los Angeles beatniks and poets, who read their work alongside Nord. The Gas House was used as the setting for a cult horror filmcalled The Hypnotic Eye (1960) that featured Nord as a bongo-playing beatnik. The role helped to launch Nord’s brief film career.

In the mid-1960s, Nord returned to Northern California, where, in Scotts Valley, he converted a barn into a psychedelic night club that catered to hippies and was the scene of some of Ken Kesey‘s happenings. In the early 1970s, he operated a “cultural center” in San Francisco’s Haight Ashbury neighborhood. In 1972 Nord appeared as the character ‘God’ in a San Francisco underground photo-comic titled ‘SuperJesus’ now rated an underground comix classic. He moved to Los Gatos in 1975 and remained there until his death in 1989.

Sarah Churchill

Posted on June 16, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press


Winston Churchill serving in the British Army. (Photo by Time Life Pictures/Pictures Inc./The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)


Hereditary titles held by the Spencers include the dukedom of Marlborough, the earldoms of Sunderland and Spencer, and the Churchill viscountcy. Two prominent members of the family during the 20th century were Sir Winston Churchill and Diana, Princess of Wales.

I was blown away when I saw Sarah Churchill with Victor Bergeron, who I met several times. Vic dropped off produce at Traders almost every day. He would go inside and have lunch with his friend, leaving Mark and I sitting in the truck. We were in training. Our father  told me he used Wolf Larsen as a model on how to raise us. I believe we – Acme Produce – lost the Trader Vic’s account after Vic caught the cook sneaking a sandwich to his sons. He went off on him.

I saw my Bad Muse in Sarah’s features. It’s the way their noses sit on their face. Sarah had a problem with booze, and is seen above being arrested in Malibu, the Tiki Capital of America at one time. The main reason for my blog, and my two non-fiction novels is the realization I had years ago, that American Culture had completed its Bohemian Way of Life, and everything from now on, is going to be a deliberate replication by future generations – who need a good role model! Everything is going to be remixed!

One motive for  Victor Bergeron changing the name of his restaurant, was there was a chain of Hinky Dinky stores in Nebraska, established in 1925. Now that the Supreme Court has ruled corporations are people too, we will begin to resemble the early British Empire that was a Huge Business into Branding. The uniform made the man. Lucky Victor’s is a brand name that m be used in the future by someone who has read my book. Hinky Dinky  Parlez Vous was a popular world war one song. I might start a Business Genealogical Tree service, and Family Business Album.

To see a photo of a archetypal Royal Bad Girl in Traders Vic’s, is awe-inspiring. Note the roaring British Lion on the wall at the Cop Shop. This is High Tiki Culture also known as Polynesian Pop. The phrase “The natives are restless tonight.” denotes the occupation by the Empire, a idea Princess Diana loathed. That is her banner hanging in Saint Martin’s Church where Sarah Churchill came to rest.

My video of Belle in Kesey Square shows a classy dame – slumming! She then sends me the poem to go with – after she is arrested for trespassing in the City Manager’s Office, along with the other Classy Slummerette, Alley Valkyrie. You know SLEEPS is going to be my guests at the Mucumba Love Festival, wearing their Country Fair costumes.

Jon Presco


Tiki maestro Victor Bergeron of Trader Vic’s fame.

The fine folks over at Oakland North are doing a history series, and today’s topic is a neighborhood that doesn’t exist anymore called the Golden Gate District. The area was centered around a particularly boozy few blocks of San Pablo Avenue that was home to “50 bars from the Emeryville line to the Berkeley line,” including the famed original location of Trader Vic’s, opened in 1937 at 6500 San Pablo — now a vacant lot. They’ve got a cool interactive map of all the former taverns and saloons, which have pretty much all converted to other uses, or been demolished. We only wish we could have seen the Adam and Eve Tavern at 5515 San Pablo, which was operated by a bartender known as “Big Edna.”


Victor Jules Bergeron, Jr. (Born December 10, 1902) famously opened the original Hinky Dinks at 6500 San Pablo (now a vacant lot) in 1934 with a $500 loan. Hinky Dinks was named after the World War I era song “Hinky Dinky Parlay Vous”. As the story goes, after an adventure to Cuba to “refine his skills as a bartender and explore the subtleties of rums from around the world”, Bergeron continued to Hawaii where he completely immersed himself in island living and culture. Upon his return and a visit to L.A.’s Don the Beachcomber in 1937, he transformed Hinky Dink’s from a saloon into a tropical retreat that he renamed “Trader Vic’s” after a nickname given by his wife because of his knack for bartering services. He re-outfitted the space with knickknacks he had collected throughout his travels and retooled the menu with Island-style/Cantonese cuisine becoming “America’s first fusion restaurant concept”. Adding to Vic’s island mystique was the fast that he had a left Wooden-leg that he apparently allowed customers to stab with an ice-pick. The missing appendage was untruly rumored (but perhaps self-perpetuated) to have been bitten off by a shark when in reality, Doctors amputated it when he was six to prevent his death from tuberculosis of the knee.

The Hinky Dinky grocery store chain was started by Jule, Henry and Albert Newman, brothers, and Ben Silver, a cousin, in Omaha in 1925. Another supermarket chain already existing was called Piggly Wiggly. Hoping to take advantage of the public’s affection for a cute name (Piggly Wiggly was very successful) they came up with “Hinky-Dinky”, which was taken from the World War I song, “Hinky Dinky Parlez-vous” (see Mademoiselle from Armentières).

In 1972, Hinky Dinky was purchased by Cullum Companies of Dallas, which operated the Tom Thumb grocery chain. At its peak, Hinky Dinky operated approximately 50 stores.[1] But Cullum was using profits from Hinky Dinky to support the operations of the Tom Thumb stores, and comparatively little reinvestment was made in the Hinky Dinky stores.[2]

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