Vaughn Street on Opening Day, 1953. Note fans inside the fences. |
My parents
were infrequent photographers and probably never thought to bring a camera, as
if they owned one, to the 1954 Little League Jamboree. In their defense, it was also a confusing
year, one where there was not much joyful documentation. We had moved to the southeast Portland
bungalow of my Dad’s half brother, Walt, and it was crowded and inconvenient
and not really talked about except for the part that said ‘because that’s what
we’re going to do.’ The fact was that we
were at Walt’s house and that’s where we were going to be for a while. So, one Saturday, I went down to a nearby
park, found Little League baseball tryouts underway and I became, in a handful
of moments, an ILWU Tiger.
A few days before
the picture that wasn’t and isn’t, or perhaps it was just after, my brother was
crawling around Walt’s upstairs, likely looking for contraband he had stored
there in a corner, cigarettes maybe, or perhaps a magazine. Accompanied by surprised shouts from below, one
of his legs blew through the lathe and plaster ceiling of the living room, splattering
debris everywhere and taking down a chandelier as well. Not long after, as soon as school was over,
we moved to my grandmother’s house in a little cedar shingle mill town called
Vernonia, 40 miles away and a couple of thousand feet up in the Coast
Range. I may have played a couple of games for the
Tigers, but I finished the season in Vernonia where it was more peaceful.
Blackburn, left, and Truitt recreating a game in the KWJJ newsroom |
“Thump.” “Way inside!
Wow, get back!”
Vaughn
Street was a creature of the industrial past of Portland. The right field fence was the wall of a steel
foundry, Esco, and just 315 feet down the line, ideal for Joe Brovia, a left handed
slugger who had four seasons in Portland.
Pitchers were careful around Brovia.
In 1952 he walked 109 times. When
Brovia put one out of the park to right, Truitt would offer a low, excited
wheeze “…and it’s ... onto the foundry roof!”
Brovia is
part of a ghostly parade of players who somehow crowd into the photograph every
time I think of it. Eddie Basinski, is
one, a second baseman with coke bottle eyeglasses. He was a wartime player whose bad eyesight
kept him out of World War II but somehow he had enough vision to play second
base for the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1944 and 45 and hit .286 his last year in the
major leagues. He was part of a flashy double
play combo for the Beavers with
shortstop Frankie Austin, probably the team’s most accomplished player. Austin was a great negro league player from Panama and was purchased by the Beavers from the Newark Bears in 1949 along with his black teammate Louis Marquez. Blacks moved to other teams in twos then, so as not to screw up living arrangements on the road.
shortstop Frankie Austin, probably the team’s most accomplished player. Austin was a great negro league player from Panama and was purchased by the Beavers from the Newark Bears in 1949 along with his black teammate Louis Marquez. Blacks moved to other teams in twos then, so as not to screw up living arrangements on the road.
As more and
more Pacific Coast League players crowd into the frame, I realize that they are
crowding out Mayor Peterson who, in fact, is the star of this version of the
photograph’s story. After my one inning of
baseball at magical Vaughn Street and after our move to Vernonia, I never gave
another thought to Mayor Peterson. But
recently he came across my mind and I decided to get to know him better and it
led me to the fantastic scandal he played a role in, a scandal that consumed both
my former town and my present one.
Portland
writer Meryl Lipman describes Fred Peterson’s post war Portland as a hard edged
town with no excuses, nothing like the Portlandia of today with its debates about leash law ethics and the proper business model for selling kale chips.
In a 1948
report, The Portland City Club found other reasons why vice was so persistent
in Portland:
“Gambling and bootlegging
establishments, houses of prostitution and other vice operations have been
carried on not only with the knowledge and acquiescence of Portland police but
also under a system of police protection.
This protection is provided in consideration of a substantial “pay-off”
to some police officers and public officials, the gross amount of which varies
from time to time but aggregates, according to witnesses having personal
knowledge and experience, to approximately $60,000/month.”
People could look around and see what they considered the normal Portland, the place with all the roses, but its mobsters, prostitutes, strong armed goons and crooked public officials were just below the surface. Some people
didn’t think that Jim Elkins’ morphine habit was the reason he wanted to move
to Portland after he got out of prison in Arizona for shooting a dirty cop he
was splitting money with. They thought
he was just moving in with his brother to straighten out after prison. Some people thought that historic
preservation was really what motivated stripper Tempest Storm to purchase the
Capitol Theater on Morrison Street and fix it up. Some people thought that Teamster leader Dave
Beck’s Western Conference of Teamsters was truly concerned about working
conditions in the punch board, pull tab, slot machine, pinball and prostitution industries
that caused the Teamsters to muscle in on the mobster Elkins and try to control those
assets in Portland. Some people thought that Mayor Earl Riley kept a safe at city hall for important papers critical to the city's zoning laws.
Mayor Lee |
Lee’s platform
was simple – enforce the law. After successfully becoming the first woman
mayor of Portland, putting away Earl Riley by 85,000 to 22,000 votes, she
did. Sure enough, gambling and other
vices in Portland began drying up. Private
clubs like the Multnomah Athletic Club and the Portland Press Club lost their
slot machines and a considerable monthly income said to be about $5,000/month
each. The Press Club went broke without the slots. Vice was drying up. With nothing to protect, payoffs were
down. Her reform agenda was working, but
her zeal for reform was ignoring an economy in transition. The booming Portland shipyards weren’t on a
war footing any more. And, there was a
growing realization that vice helped pay the rent. One other factor was that she was a woman and
easily marginalized. “Do-Good Dottie” the
woman wearing the funny hat, soon faced
a recall, survived it, but came up
against Fred Peterson and a united front of men who wanted business – not
reform -- put back on top of the Portland agenda. Two years before the mayor
and I met up at the Vaughn Street pitcher’s mound, Lee was swept from office
and replaced by the pharmacist from North East Portland.
1953 Rose Parade with Mayor Peterson on the left. Truman was grand Marshall. |
The old
normal replaced the new normal in Portland and the change came at a time when the
old normal was in a position to step up the pace. One reason was that the Teamsters Union was
following the dictum of its leadership
-- organize everything. And,
also, the dictum went, if you made a buck at it, that’s fine too.
On the
heels of Lee’s defeat, two Teamster thugs from Seattle rode into town and set
up for action. One was Joseph
McLaughlin, a bookmaker and Teamster hanger-on who had plenty of friends at the
Denny Way Teamster headquarters in Seattle. A second was Thomas Maloney, a heavyset ex-convict who worked at a gambling
joint in Seattle run by McLaughlin who had been assigned political work for the
Teamsters in Oregon and who, coincidentally, had just handled the successful Multnomah
County Prosecuting Attorney campaign of Bill Langley, providing some last minute
cash and an endorsement by the union.
The boys
from Portland claimed to be extremely close to Frank Brewster, one of the top
Teamster officials in the country and president of the Western Conference of
Teamsters, an organizational tool that brought many small, relatively
independent Teamster unions throughout the west coast into line. Brewster wanted to succeed his boss, Dave
Beck, who had figured out the western conference idea and who everyone knew would
soon be gone because of the flood of his enormous legal and tax problems.
Clyde C. Crosby,
yet another ex-con, was the top International Teamster Union official in Oregon
and wore several hats. He was a
commissioner of the Exposition and Recreation Commission, the city appointed group
that was developing what is now Memorial Stadium and associated convention
activities. Crosby had purchased a lot
of property around the site he liked best and was pushing for a decision that
would work best for him. Second, he was
close to Fred Peterson and believed that the mayor would fire the police chief
James Purcell if Crosby asked him to.
While Purcell was no angel and not much of an impediment to the plotters,
they wanted their own cop in the top job.
James Butler Elkins |
Elkins had
learned in prison to be a good listener and began cooperating, though he soon just pretended to go along since he had done all the calculations necessary
to be fairly confident that he was likely to be the first member of the
enterprise to be listed as missing and never found. So, he started recording their conversations
on a small tape recorder at the King Tower Apartments in Portland’s West Hills the
boys from Seattle had rented for their use while in town. Elkins also kept recording even when the
District Attorney, William Langley, attended meetings there with Elkins and
Maloney. Apparently, nobody noticed that
Elkins never took his suit jacket off.
He also placed
listening devices in the apartment that picked up Prosecuting Attorney Langley
saying that they had to get rid of Elkins because he was a liar and playing
them along as patsies:
"You've got to knock him out of the box," Langley said into the secret microphones. "It's what I've said all along that you were never going to do any good being with him. You decide what you want to do. If you want to keep on doing business with him, that's all right. Or put him out. That's all right."
As an ex-con and a criminal since his early teens, Elkins tended to take statements like that literally, especially when they came from a top law enforcement official.
"You've got to knock him out of the box," Langley said into the secret microphones. "It's what I've said all along that you were never going to do any good being with him. You decide what you want to do. If you want to keep on doing business with him, that's all right. Or put him out. That's all right."
As an ex-con and a criminal since his early teens, Elkins tended to take statements like that literally, especially when they came from a top law enforcement official.
Lambert with the phone, Turner looking over his shoulder. |
The tapes figured prominently in the indictments and not just for the juicy sound bites. First, Elkins and an employee, Raymond Clark, were charged and tried for wiretapping for having made the tapes in the first place. But then Langley and an Oregon Journal reporter were indicted for illegally conspiring with Multnomah County Sheriff Terry Schrunk to put together an illegal raid to acquire and copy the tapes which were stored at Clark’s house. Langley had convinced the Oregon Journal, the morning Oregonian’s afternoon competition, that the tapes were phony, that Elkins doctored them with false statements in an attempt to blackmail Langley. He said that Elkins had, in fact, visited Langley’s house, pointed a gun at him and demanded money.
Bill Langley at his trial |
And get this. Is it really possible, in June of 1956, just six weeks after the last of the Turner/Lambert stories and while Langley is center stage at one of the greatest political storms in Oregon’s history, that William Langley finished second in the Oregon Amateur Golf Championship on his home course, the Portland Golf Club? The Oregonian's obituary of Langley in 1987 says that is true.
Witnesses at McClellan hearings. Elkins is in the center. I believe Clyde Crosby is second from left. |
Beck on the left with Hoffa |
Langley was convicted of knowing of and attending places where the laws against gambling were not enforced, paid a $480 fine and was removed from office in April of 1957. He worked as an attorney and maintained a fine golf game until his death in 1987.
Fred Peterson didn't get indicted but never threw out another first ball at Vaughn Street Park. It was torn down in 1956 and the Beavers moved to Multnomah Stadium. However, Peterson's police chief, Jim Purcell was indicted for malfeasance.
In the Fall of 1956, Peterson was defeated by Terry Schrunk, the Multnomah County Sheriff. Later, early in 1957, Mayor Schrunk was indicted by the grand jury on a bribery charge that he had take $500 from a Jim Elkins club manager. A jury trial in September of 1957 cleared Schrunk on a related charge of perjury and four other indictments against him on other charges were subsequently dropped.
After the events of the 1950s, and another stint in prison, Jim Elkins had a hard time making ends meet in Portland. He was, at the core, still a criminal and he needed some shadow to work in. However, in Portland, the flashlight was always on. He and two associates were hanging out at a Raleigh Hills grocery store one evening and got busted for planning a robbery there. The charges were later dropped.
Elkins claimed that Jimmy Hoffa once called his wife and urged her to make a case to her husband that they should leave the country. Others called the house with the message that they were a minute away and were set to break both arms and both legs. Elkins said he sat with the shotgun in front of the door more frequently than he would have liked.
So, he moved back to Arizona in 1968 but soon after was killed in a traffic accident, the autopsy revealing a heart attack while he was at the wheel. Or so said the coroner in Arizona. There’s a story that some Portland cops went down to find out the truth for themselves after Elkins' sudden cremation and found a second reason for Elkins’ heart attack, a photo showing two bullet holes in his chest.
No picture has showed up. Like so many things about Elkins, most evidence was just beyond reach or hidden under the next bush.
Dorothy McCullough Lee was appointed to the US Parole Board in 1953 by President Eisenhower. Certainly some of her former colleagues must of thought she might be useful to them if convicted, but she moved on to another federal position before anyone of substance in the scandal went down.
She came back to Portland and ended her career running her law firm and lecturing at Portland State and Portland University on the importance of good government.
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