Location: 330 South Flower Street
Date: December 22, 1904

Arrested at this lodging house in the act of burgling was the dapper, notorious Hoyt Brown (aka Frank Carlson), recently sprung from the Reform School at Whittier, but still rotten.

He was about 17 or 18 when, two Augusts back, while working as a bellboy at the Hotel Lillie at 534 Hill Street, Brown he was charged with having liberated valuables from rooms there, earning notice from detectives as "a sneak thief a grade above amateur at least" and "bearing the unenviable reputation of having made the biggest hauls of any local boy burglar in years."

215 North Hill Street

May 10, 1931 

It was bad enough to be saddled with the moniker Stinko Gursasovich – how could things possibly get worse?  On the morning of May 10, 1931, the 42 year old laborer would find out. He was out walking when he suddenly felt hungry. Heading to his room at 215 North Hill Street to fix himself a sandwich, he decided that he needed to stop for a snack first. Problem was, there wasn’t a single canned ham or loaf of bread to be had anywhere in the area.  It was then that he decided he’d break into the cellar of a house at 1037 Alpine Street – surely the homeowners would have left some tasty treats in the cellar.

Location: 310 Clay Street
Date: July 6, 1900

Around midnight, it's reported, a bold burglar entered the Royal Anderson residence. Mrs. Anderson, wife of a musician at the Imperial Cafe, was reading in a back bedroom and awaiting her husband's return when she was startled by a crook who grabbed her arms from behind and snarled those immortal words, "Hello, here you are, hey!?"

The lady snapped, "You get right out of here or I'll scream and arouse the neighbors." (The house is a double dwelling.) "No you won't," said the crook, and gagged her with a hanky. Then he searched the room, but finding no valuables, he skedaddled. As soon as she realized she was alone, Mrs. Anderson yelled, and neighbors sought out the criminal without success. The clever victim had concealed her watch in her gown throughout the ordeal.

The suspect was a slim fellow of about 5'10"m in a faded brown suit and a light Fedora. He had a brown moustache and wore a black mask over his upper face. So peel an eye for him in your rambles, and don't forget to lock your windows.