THE LASFS CLUBROOM
In the late 1930s the Los Angeles Science Fiction League - as they were then known - were meeting in Clifton's Cafeteria, a downtown eatery located at 648 South Broadway after initially meeting at members' homes and the like. The club basically paid for their free meeting room with the amount of eating they did, not unlike how London fans secure their pub meeting rooms with the amount of beer they consume.
In 1941 the club, now renamed LASFS (Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society), left Clifton's for a new venue at 1055 Wilshire Boulevard. This was their first dedicated clubroom and lasted until March 1943 when they were evicted, as reported in FANTASY FICTION FIELD #122 :
FANGELENOS CELEBRATE THROWING OUT PARTY. The Landlady at 1055 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles, Cal., after repeated. warnings and second chances, finally gave the LASFS two weeks notice. Complaint was that the club was too noisy and destructive. Loud lafter was admitted to have emanated often from the clubroom after 10 pm (house curfew) & Bruce Yerke has been billed for damages to furnishings. Episodes that did not contribute to the landlady's cordiality toward the club were such as that one night when shrieks of "Arthur! Arthur!" rent the air to the second story from the street. Yerke, dashing out to find what was the matter, returned with the breathless announcement that Joquel's car was on fire, & his mother was trying to put it out. Fans began rushing around like roosters caught with their red pants down, filling wastebaskets with water from the bathroom faucet, running along the hall, & dashing down to discover ... it was merely a steaming radiator. That she lost five tenants the next day was considered oddly coincidental.
Morojo lived around the corner from the Wilshire Boulevard clubroom on S. Bixel Street - which was where a new clubroom was quickly found.
The move was also reported in FANTASY FICTION FIELD #125:
NEW HQ FOR LASFS! The fifth Thurs eve in Apr was spent by fangelenos mainly, in moving furniture, equipment & library into their new clubroom, only a half block from the old, but in more modern, SOUNDPROOF surroundings. After this labor of love, the crowd (by Ray Bradbury, May WT) proceeded to celebrate by besotting itself with rootbeer, grapeola & cokes, with cheesecrackers, cookies & popcorn for fillers.
The official opening did indeed take place in June. An account of the party can be found here.
Soon, various fans began moving to Bixel Street to be close to the clubroom, which quickly became the social centre of a whole community of fans, causing Francis Towner Laney to nickname the area "the Bixelstrasse". Harry Warner Jr described it thus in ALL OUR YESTERDAYS (1969):
"The club moved into its celebrated soundproof clubroom ... in April, 1943, holding its first meeting there on April 29th. This sanctified site resembled to the passerby a second-rate apartment. Inside, its 20 x 30 feet of floor space was principally remarkable for its large collection of cigarette butts, the outcome of Ackerman's ban on ashtrays in his effort to halt smoking in the clubroom. Almost every type of fannish spoor could be found in the clubroom, even unto a printing press. Across the street was 628, Tendril Towers, a boardinghouse much favored by fans for its nearness to the clubroom, its lenient landlady (who once, when charged with being a Communist, retorted: "I can prove it!"), and its modest $6.00 per week rental. Mel Brown, Jimmy Kepner, Niesen Himmel, Gus Willmorth, Lou Goldstone, Art Joquel, E. E. Evans, his daughter Jonie, Art Saha, and Alva Rogers were among those who lived there at various times.Morojo lived in the same block at 643, an address that was later occupied by the Ashleys, Wiedenbeck, and Liebscher.
Most of these buildings are now no longer there, but here's one still standing today that gives some idea of what they would've looked like.
Of the clubroom, Laney later wrote in AH! SWEET IDIOCY!:
"...someone of other was in the clubroom nearly every hour of the day and night. So many of the members lived right there in the neighborhood; Brown and Kepner across the street at 628, Morojo next door at 643, Daugherty three blocks down the street, and Fern a ten minute walk away. Yerke, Bronson, Chamberlain, Benson, Russell, and Freehafer used the place a great deal as a meeting point to rally around a party to go to the theater or symphony; and Ackerman commuted nearly every night from Fort MacArthur, often spending the night next door on Morojo's and her cousin's guest couch. Then not only did many of the members work screwy shifts, but then as always fans were notable for absenteeism, skipping work at any time for any reason or none. In those first three months, I doubt if I ever spent more than an hour in the clubroom without being joined by one or more other members. The evenings especially saw the premises crowded; many of the members were actively engaged in publishing, kept their typewriters and other equipment right there in the room; there was usually someone reading something out of the club library; and of course the usual droppings in and out."
According to Jean Cox's report on LASFS activities in the 1948 FANTASY ANNUAL (edited by Redd Boggs and published by Ackerman):
During 1948 the LASFS held fifty official meetings, and two holiday gatherings - Thanksgiving and Christmas - the latter at the home of Louise Leipar. The society changed meeting places twice: from 637½ Bixel to 556 W 31st, and then back to the old Bixel address.
In SHANGRI-LA #6 (May-June '48) it was reported that:
The apartment that has, for the last couple of years, been known as Slan Shack Pro-Tem is empty and no longer contains fen. One of the landmark's of Los Angeles Fandom is gone, swept away by these troubled times. In that apartment at 643 South Bixel Street where Myrtle R. Douglas (so well known to the fan world as the. gracious "Morojo") lived for nearly ten years, from whose rooms dozens of issues of the famous "VoM" crept into the sunny Southern California daylight, to which in 1945 the Galactic Roamers of Michigan lost their mainstays of the Slan Shack there: Al Ashley, Walt Liebscher, Jack Wiedenbeck, and Abby Lu Ashley; has happened dozens of happy fan events, gatherings, parties, and kindred events oft reported in the fan press. From that address many fanzines have appeared, at least for part of their life: Vom, Guteto, Stefan, En Guarde, Chanticleer, Fantasy Advertiser, Slithy Toves, to name but a few. It has often proven a haven for out of town fen who enjoyed the hospitality of the sofa, Myrtle's hospitality and, later, Abby Lu's cooking were appreciated by literally scores. Such was the spot that is no more, its denizens scattered to the four quarters of Los Angeles and Phoenix, Ariz. Bow your heads, you Sons of Fantasmia, and cast a moan for another of fandom's Shattered Institutions.
The thriving fan community that had existed on Bixel Street for most of the 1940s was beginning to drift apart, the end coming on 6th April 1956 when Tendril Towers closed its doors.
The club stayed on Bixel Street until mid-1949. SHANGRI-LA, the clubzine that replaced SHANGRI L'AFFAIRES, still gave the Bixel Street clubroom as the editorial address in issue #11 (Mar '49), but #12 (Jun '49) asked that correspondence be sent to Ackerman's home address. In #13 (Aug '49) the new editorial address is 1305 West Ingraham Street. LASFS had their Bixel Street clubroom for six years, the move apparently being caused by a rent increase. According to Harry Warner Jr in A WEALTH OF FABLE, LASFS were still at 1305 West Ingraham in 1955.
Next came the basement room of the Prince Rupert Arms on Witwer Street. The room wasn't entirely underground - there were windows that opened onto a side street enabling club members to see the feet and legs of people walking by on the street outside. Alas, Walter Daugherty, who had been subletting the room to LASFS and to the Pacific Rocket Society, lost the lease at the end of 1957.
In 1958, after meeting in various member's homes, LASFS started meeting at Byron's Coffee Shoppe, 5230 Santa Monica Blvd.
For further moves, see LASFS website.