A Visit to Old Los
Angeles and
Environs
24. Long Beach (Part 3): Pier and
Pike.
by
Brent C. Dickerson
Copyright © Brent
C. Dickerson
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A Visit to Long Beach Pier and the
Pike.
The next morning began in a
remarkable manner with Anna excusing herself from the breakfast table and
hurrying out of the restaurant, allowing as she'd meet us at the "end of
the pier" at 9 o'clock. Young Frederick Johan broke the silence following
her departure by wondering whether the "end of the pier" meant the head or
the foot. "This," declared Papa, "is a mystery which will solve itself, as
we must pass the foot before we come to the head." Minnie let float a
statement that there were further mysteries afoot, "or so it would seem to
me, I must say." Charleybattling a grapefruittheorized that
perhaps Anna had taken up fishing as Minnie had taken up tennis; "the
California atmosphere gives a person ambitions, you know." Mother sighed
and said, "Ambitions are one thing, notions another." As for
me, I stirred some brown sugar into my oatmeal and fed the baby a
spoonful. After breakfast, we strolled east on Ocean towards the
pier.
We passed under the gateway. "No
sign of Anna!", said FJ. "It's not a good idea to wait under a
camel," declared Charley. "I don't see what you mean," Minnie said,
innocently; "it's the mumps that are catching, not the
humps." The baby and I lingered near the gateway, looking landwards
back up Pine Street.
"Folk," said Papa, "I see there's a
complikeeshun"as he would pronounce it"there are two
levels of the pier for Anna to be at the end at." Mother cocked her head,
and said, "I do believe that you're having a fretful moment, Mr. S. As you
reasoned about the ends of the pier not an hour ago, if she's not on one
level, then we shall find her on the other." Papa pulled his hat down
lower on his brow; but Mother, Minnie, the baby, and young Frederick Johan
took the lower, shady, route ("the construction details should prove of
interest," said young FJ), while Papa, Charley, and I strolled the upper
level.
The planks of the pier rattled as we
walked along, quite a crowd of people about us. Sea-breezes began to
snatch at our clothing the further out we got. I turned and looked back at
the shoreline, our hotel looming largest, off to the
left.
The fishermen cast from the lower
level.
The pier terminated in what they
called the Sun Pavilion. I could see Papa squinting into the shadows as we
approached it, hastening his step the more the closer we came; Charley,
however, lingered in the proximity of three rather giggly coeds
walkingslowlyin the same direction. Later, at dinner, he
explained, "I was hoping one or the other or all three would drop a
handkerchief," to which Minnie responded, "If they were the three I
saw, dear brother, I would imagine their handkerchieves to be pretty
well-worn." Leaving Charley to his hobby, I caught up with Papa. As we
passed from the sun into the shade of the pavilion, both of us heard
Anna's light laugh to our left; I turned my head, and very much astonished
indeed was I: "Good heavens!" I cried; "It's The Eater!". Yes, as it
turned out, Morrie, the short fellow with the very bright hatband
whom Anna, young Frederick Johan, and I had met in Ocean Park, had, as
he put it, "hopped the trolley this fine morning" to join us. Papa winked
at Anna, who blushed, at which point Mother, Minnie, and young FJ came up
the stairs from the lower level. Seeing the others chatting up The Eater,
and me hanging back, Minnie gestured towards him with her thumb, and said,
"Who's this leprechaun?" to me.