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Thorstein Velben's The Theory of the Leisure Class was published in 1899 at the end of the Victorian era and its now-celebrated architectural excesses; "conspicuous consumption" was the book's pithy takeaway phrase. New money's overweening need to overbuild in Los Angeles and elsewhere today is nothing novel, even if the quality and taste levels are clearly wanting without the craftsmen of a century ago, however high the budget. Between the larger Victorian piles of turn-of-the-20th-century West Adams and the current excruciating Westside penchant for resort-hotels-as-homes, there was a similar eclectic proliferation of what are today called McMansions along the central Wilshire corridor. Fremont Place had its full share of houses with many more bedrooms than were needed by the families that built them; even many successful childless couples wished to live in palaces, apparently just for the sense of having a moat.

Among those original Fremont Place builders who never had children but wished to live large were Charles and Florence Wild of #104. Spurning the tired Mediterranean fad of the 1920s, the Wilds went more interior French when they accepted eminent architect Elmer Grey's proposal for a Norman manor house on their 200-by-200-foot lot in 1930, the recent Wall Street crash be damned. As described in the Times on May 18, 1930, three days after the Department of Building and Safety issued a permit to begin, the house—with four master suites for one master—would have six bathrooms "and three additional toilet rooms," a clue to either the weak bladders or laziness of Mr. and Mrs. Wild, if not just the extravagance. Five more rooms and still more johns were to be built over a garage at the rear, for staff; altogether there were accommodations for six cars. A pool with dressing rooms was also planned...perhaps it has always been that new money has wished to lived at an Aman resort.


Architect Elmer Grey's rendering of the proposed 104 Fremont Place appeared in the Times
on May 18, 1930, along with details of the house's design. Its exterior walls were to
be of whitewashed "Adoblar" brick, its steeply pitched roof covered in Vermont
slate graduated in thickness from eaves to peaks; metal casement
windows were specified throughout. 
John B. Holtzclaw, a top
decorator of the time, was to design the principal
downstairs rooms; Donald B. Harrison
was to be the general contractor.


Reflecting Los Angeles as a whole, Fremont Place was where many a Midwesterner came to reinvent or retire. Some were from humble backgrounds; for some, like the Wilds, there was less of an economic impetus to go west than climatic. The son of a Milwaukee banker and real estate man, Charles John Wild eventually went to work in a foundry, where he found his calling. Apparently putting in long hours to succeed and sharp in combining metal-casting skills with business acumen, Wild, pushing 40, was not to settle down into wedlock until 1915. Making several big changes in his life at one time, soon after marrying another Milwaukee native, Florence Dickson, youngest daughter of a tea and coffee merchant, Wild accepted a position as manager of the Warman Steel Casting Company in distant sunny Southern California. With the rise of San Pedro and Long Beach as ports cutting down on the number of ships calling at the resort of Redondo Beach, the town wooed industry to make up the economic losses; Warman incorporated there in 1911, but it grew fast and didn't stay long. Perhaps it was Wild who engineered a move not long after going to work for the company; by 1917 new facilities were under construction closer to downtown Los Angeles. The Wilds were soon living in the city, renting dentist Robert Updegraff's house at 1414 South Gramercy Place; they would later buy it and stay there until their great residential statement was completed a mile to the northwest in 1931.


Soon after Charles J. Wild moved west to go to work for Warman,
the company relocated to Boyle (now State) and Slauson
 avenues in Los Angeles's chief industrial zone.


While the Wilds did not have children of their own, they did have family. There appear to have been plans all along to have Florence's widowed mother and divorced older sister Jane join the household. Mrs. Dickson and Jane Milroy had come to California in the '20s after the departures of their husbands, renting a house on Wilton Place for themselves and Mrs. Milroy's daughter, Peggy. Once 104 Fremont Place was completed, Charles's in-laws had moved in, Mrs. Dickson if only briefly: She died in the new house on January 19, 1932. Once the black armbands and veils were dispensed with, there would be considerable activity in the house afterward—bridge parties, teas, debutante receptions, all the usual upper-middle-class ritual entertainments. Charles no doubt sought shelter at the office, where he had been widening his business activities over the years. One of his ventures outside of Warman was the organization of the Moreland Aircraft Corporation with truck manufacturer George Elmer Moreland and William Lacy, among others. Another pursuit, one less successful, was joining an effort with, among others, hotelier George Hart of 107 Fremont Place across the street to create a new downtown social club. Meant to "revolutionize club life" (according to its promotional literature), it was apparently an attempt to trump the established California and Jonathan clubs; but while the Morgan, Walls & Clements–designed Deauville Beach Club in Santa Monica opened in 1927 with Wild's participation (and that of, among others, industrialist Horace G. Miller and banker Fred Swensen of Berkeley Square), plans for a similarly palatial downtown counterpart at Sixth and Flower by the same architects quickly fizzled. (Morgan, Walls did soon build on the downtown Deauville site—construction was begun on their dazzling lost black-and-gold Richfield Oil building in 1928.) Charles seemed happiest out of his nest of hens, keeping busy and making money to pay the party bills and the live-in staff at 104, which included a cook and at least two maids. Perhaps, though, the overhead was becoming onerous.


A series of advertisements in the Times during 1926 was about as far as the
Deauville City Club got to fruition. Members of the more established Old
Guard clubs appear to have been unimpressed by the proposed
organization's promises to "revolutionize" club life in Los
Angeles. The Deauville site at the northwest corner
corner of Sixth and Flower streets was soon
occupied by the the famous Richfield
Building, destroyed in 1969.


While the Depression years were days of high cotton for the Wilds, dark soap-operatic clouds began to roll in over 104 Fremont Place with the coming of a new decade. At a garden tea on July 30, 1940, Peggy Milroy's engagement to Thomas Parker of Portland was announced; a fall wedding was planned. There was a ceremony on September 21, but not one with a dozen bridesmaids and the lavish Fremont Place reception one might have expected. Peggy and Tom instead eloped to Yuma, the Gretna Green of the southwest. Then, before Peggy was divorced and remarried 10 years later, Charles Wild, after an unspecified but lingering illness, had had enough. Overwork at the plant was said to have contributed to his troubles, which, it could be speculated, were compounded by personal financial worries despite Warman's recent acquisition of defense contracts. One clue was the appearance of a large classified advertisement in the Times on March 9, 1941, offering for sale an "unusual 18th century French chateau"; 104 Fremont Place, apparently much older than anyone knew, was on the market. Sadly, on a Sunday night two weeks later, while the rest of the family was at the movies and servants either having been let go or in far reaches of the house, the Wild patriarch stole up to the attic—where there happened to be an accessible gas pipe—and called it a day at age 62.



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The somewhat noir scenario of Big Daddy–and-his-extended-family-under-a-cloud resumed at 104 Fremont Place as soon as the widow Wild was out of the house and a new clan had moved in. Something about 104 appears to have attracted ambitious, Midwestern-bred industrialists. Durrie Coy Burnett was a native of Nebraska who studied law—his first calling—practicing briefly in Lincoln before giving in to the lure of the American west. Weather was often a secondary consideration to migrants, of course; while sunny, salubrious California was always a draw, there was opportunity up and down the Pacific Coast, including along its gloomier stretches. Coy, as he was known, had set up a practice in Portland by early 1912. Just when he made the acquaintance of his future bride, the year-older Mildred Kingsbury, is unclear. Although an eastern Nebraska native herself, by 1910, at age 23, she was living in Southern California at Long Beach with her younger sister Maud, their father Castello still back in Grand Island. Whether friendly from earlier days in Nebraska or whether they met, say, on a business trip of Coy's to the Southland, he and Mildred were married by 1917; afterward they brought Castello Kingsbury out to live with them in Portland. The extended family's future, however, lay back at the sunnier end of the coast. 

A key piece of Los Angeles history—perhaps the most important piece—would, tangentially, bring Coy Burnett to Southern California. To supply material for its famous aqueduct from the Owens Valley, the rapacious city built a concrete plant at Monolith in the Tehachapi Valley in 1908; after the waterway opened on November 5, 1913, the plant, though still capable of supplying product to other city projects, became the subject of conflict between those who thought Los Angeles should retain ownership and those who didn't—among those who didn't was the famous father of the aqueduct, William Mulholland. After a good six years of wrangling, a proposal by Coy Burnett and Portland shipbuilder Fred Ballin and others was accepted, one which would entail the investors' addition of potash-production equipment to the plant for a six-month trial; after that time the United States Potash Company could either retain the operation or return it to the city in its updated state. The Monolith Portland Cement Company was born—"Portland," by the way, being derived from an island in the English Channel rather than from the Oregon city—and Coy Burnett went from being a mere professional to a mogul. With the new venture based in Los Angeles, the Burnett clan moved south to the new Lafayette Square subdivision, a last gasp of West Adams development and one of dozens of developments vying for affluent homeowners in 1920. After the heyday of old West Adams and with the city's population well on the way to doubling, no one knew exactly where fashion would settle. The Burnetts would remain on Wellington Road for a few years before leaving Los Angeles for the highest ridge down in Del Mar—perhaps Mildred missed the beach—where the family would come to maintain a large presence for decades to come. Castello and Maud Kingsbury remained in Los Angeles, and it seems that Coy made the trip south only on weekends, maintaining rooms successively at the Los Angeles Country Club, the Ambassador, and the Biltmore to tend to business at his downtown offices.

By 1930 there were four Burnett children growing up in a house designed by Richard Requa on the family's 23-acre seat in San Diego County, tended by five live-in servants; the property's eventual surrounding wall, said to have been built for ophidiophobic youngest daughter Valentine—born on February 14, 1929—would come to inspire the name of the estate: Snakewall. The builders of Southern California were men of great energy, and Coy Burnett was no exception. Despite the time required to zigzag from the city to Kern County to Del Mar in pre-freeway California, he still managed to build both business and family in splendid ways, fueled by good fortune that appears to have been little affected by the Depression years. There were family trips to Hawaii, a staple destination of affluent Californians; in the summer of 1929 the entire family sailed to Europe, including four-month old Valentine, 84-year-old Castello, and at least two servants. While it is not altogether clear as to why the Burnetts decided to move their main residence back to Los Angeles during the war years, the Japanese threat to the coast was no doubt a major factor; at any rate, the coincidental availability of 104 Fremont Place at the time of Pearl Harbor and the false but frightening Battle of Los Angeles 11 weeks later presented the Burnetts with a palatial solution to security and coming wartime travel restrictions. Though it turned out to be safe from external threats, the old Wild house was to be where the lives of the Burnetts would take on many new permutations and dark complications.

During the 1930s, the extended family had resumed living together at Snakewall, including 94-year-old Castello Kingsbury and the unmarried 50-year-old Maud. Also appearing to be headed for spinsterhood, but soon to lead a much more exciting and daring life, was the Burnetts' eldest child, Kingsbury, born in Portland in 1916. Enlisting in the U.S. Marine Corps in July 1943, she trained at Camp LeJeune as a weather observer; as the war was ending, she was a sergeant in the Aviation Women's Reserve Squadron at a base in the Mojave. Traveling extensively on her own after the war, she married Willard H. Gooding in 1956; meanwhile, her younger sister Anne, born in Los Angeles in 1920, appears to have been no less adept at self-determination. In October 1940, she and fellow U.S.C. student John Howard Craig eloped to Yuma before he left to join the service. Their son Christopher King Craig was born on July 7, 1942, around the time of the Burnett clan's move to Fremont Place and a year or so after Castello, the baby's tough old bird of a great-grandfather, died at 95. While there would be three more Craig children, tragedy struck in March 1944 when 20-month-old Christopher drowned in a stream on his grandfather's Kern County ranch, making the war years especially gloomy on Fremont Place. Even with the end of hostilities, there was little time for peace at 104: Coy's only son, Coy Jr., recently a naval officer and now at U.S.C., died of mysterious causes in April 1946. A family by now used to taking the best as well as the worst of life in stride, some members were reported to have shed their mourning duds in time for the opening of the Del Mar Turf Club's 1946 season in August. It seems that with Coy's energy (and, of course, his talent for making money) behind them, it was full speed ahead to happy times, no matter what; two Augusts later, the youngest Burnett, Valentine, was married to Lloyd Winton Rentsch in the garden of 104. Things were relatively rosy for the next few years.

The Burnett square footage in Fremont Place expanded greatly in 1952 with Coy's acquisition of #107. Languishing across the street, the old George Hart house was scooped up for a bargain price in what appears to have been a ploy to lure the Craigs, who had moved out of 104 to Santa Monica after the war, back to the Place. It could be that John Howard Craig was having a hard time providing Anne with the life to which she had become accustomed starting at birth; although he may have accepted the rise in housing status unselfconsciously, it also may not have helped his self-esteem to have had a controlling father-in-law in essence pay to put a roof over his family's head. As related in our story of 107 Fremont Place, the life of the Craigs would come apart sadly within a few years owing to another suicide on the block; the Burnetts would push on, however, for nearly two more decades. Anne would bring a second husband to live at 107 in 1958 and stay after he left a decade later; after Coy Burnett died at home at 104 on December 7, 1971, the family began to leave Fremont Place after nearly 30 years. Mildred Burnett moved to an apartment at Park La Brea before dying on October 3, 1974; Anne Burnett Craig Amacker moved, eventually, to Scottsdale. Both 104 and 107 were put on a market not helped by the post-Watts, post-Manson mood of 1970s Los Angeles; but they did sell and today the two houses stand in a rejuvenated Fremont Place now in its second century.


Vintage 104 Fremont Place as seen in the 2011 film The Artist



George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) and Peppy Miller
(Bérénice Bejo) at the front door of 104 Fremont Place,
above and below; the ironwork "B"s are presumed to date
from the house's Burnett years and may have been
replacements for the prior tenants' "W"s.


A scene from The Artist reveals the house's northside porte cochère



Illustrations: Private Collection; LATSony Pictures



128 Fremont Place

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Mississippi-bred Benjamin Harwood commissioned a 10-room house from architects Harley G. Corwin and Everett H. Merrill in 1922; Harwood, who had joined Llewellyn Iron Works right after he was graduated from Cal in 1905, would die young in the house less than five years after moving in. Corwin and Merrill, recent alumni of the Milwaukee Building Company—prolific designers of many Los Angeles houses including a number in Fremont Place—had just formed their partnership; their scheme for 128 included an attached garage, still an innovation in the early '20s, even in new suburban districts of ever-more-motorized Los Angeles. The Department of Buildings issued a permit to begin construction on July 19, 1922. After her husband's death in 1927, Edith Harwood retained ownership of 128 for another decade. Remarrying in 1934, she her her new husband, Fox location manager Raymond Moore, would be living at 93 Fremont Place by the late '30s; that house and #95 were built by Benjamin Harwood in 1927 as investments. The full story of the early years of 128 Fremont Place will appear in due course.



As seen in an undated early 1920s issue of The Architectural Digest








64 Fremont Place

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The idea of Los Angeles as a winter resort—as something like Santa Barbara—can be difficult to conjure a century after the scent of oranges began to disappear, but the city was once as much a draw for prosperous retirees from the east as it was for businessmen just starting their careers. East Coasters of both inherited and self-made money came to build second residences and sometimes permanent ones. Midwestern Babbitts were drawn away from snow and tornadoes to the safe Anglo-Saxon "whitewashed adobe" (to borrow William Deverell's phrase) that Los Angeles had so determinedly become; among the builders of commodious houses in West Adams, along Wilshire Boulevard, and in the new West End suburbs of the 1910s and '20s were more than a few plains-bred burghers, some childless and with few blood ties back east, who came to establish their final bourgeois beachheads. One straightforwardly named couple seemingly plucked right out of the famous Lynd studies of 1920s "Middletown" were William and May Johnson, who arrived in Southern California from Missouri to build the Mediterranean-style but thoroughly American 64 Fremont Place in 1920.

All four of William and May Johnson's parents were born in Illinois, as were they; once the couple married in 1888, they struck out for Kansas City, where William established himself as a fire-insurance agent. Even after his business prospered greatly, the Johnsons, who once owned their own house in Pendleton Heights until after losing a baby, preferred the comforts of hotel living, spending years at the Woodlea and later the Muehlebach. It wasn't until William retired at 60 and the couple decided to move west that they wanted their own house again. Once in Los Angeles, the Johnsons bunked at the Bryson while they looked for a lot, which they found rather quickly in Fremont Place. The prolific local architects Mendel Meyer and Philip Holler (also known by the name of their firm's construction arm, the Milwaukee Building Company) were favorite designers among buyers of lots in the Place, 107 and 108 being two of their commissions; perhaps the Johnsons chose Meyer & Holler for their new house after admiring 108, being built around the corner from their lot in 1919. The Department of Buildings issued a construction permit for 62 on March 5, 1920, that specified a 12-room dwelling with a tile roof; a large house for two people, it delivered what the Johnsons seem to have wanted—an only slightly ostentatious statement of arrival.

The Johnsons do not appear to have been much interested in society, as were many Fremont Placers, whose slightest news of entertaining or travel was noted in the press; living quietly, any gatherings they may have had at 64 appear to have gone unchronicled. After William died at home on May 2, 1935—his wife's 74th birthday—no club or lodge memberships or charitable endeavors were mentioned in his small obituary. Neither were any family members. One wonders if there was a certain sad stasis in the lives of the Johnsons after the loss of their child. At any rate, May remained at home in Fremont Place until her death, which came on January 13, 1943. She was 81 when she retreated to join her husband in a Forest Lawn mausoleum.


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After its original owners departed, it is not clear how long 64 Fremont Place may have remained unoccupied, or who may have emptied it of the Johnsons' possessions. A curious note about the next owner, James Thomas Holmes II, is that he appears to have arrived in Los Angeles at the same time—1919—as had the Johnsons, and, although there appears to be no link between the two families before the sale of the Fremont Place house, he once lived in Kansas City. Holmes was born there on December 1, 1890, to the daughter of his namesake grandfather, one of that breed of Gilded Age men referred to as capitalists. Moving to St. Louis following his father's death in 1908 and his mother's remarriage, Holmes went on to graduate from M.I.T. in 1914, after which he went to work in Philadelphia. Going from there to Los Angeles, he would make a strong reputation in his field in short order. He also soon met Esther Roen, a Nebraskan whose own accomplished family had come to California in 1910, settling in Hollywood. James and Esther were married in 1922.

After his post-college years working for a large East coast firm, James Holmes was ready to open his own company, which he did once he arrived in Los Angeles. With Carl Sanborn he formed Holmes & Sanborn, mechanical and electrical engineers; among their projects were the Asbury apartments and Hollywood's Roosevelt Hotel and Grauman's Egyptian Theatre, all of which still stand. Although the offices of Holmes & Sanborn were downtown, the Holmeses moved all the way out to distant to Beverly Hills. Their house, an unpretentious early one miraculously still standing at 521 North Bedford Drive, would have been a long commute for James, but he would endure it for over 20 years, even after he regrouped and opened a new operation with a new partner in 1933 following an extended tour of Europe with Esther. Holmes's new venture coupled his experience in mechanical and electrical engineering with D. Lee Narver's structural expertise; Holmes & Narver began with a contract to direct the reconstruction of downtown Santa Ana after the March 10, 1933, Long Beach earthquake. Over the years, the company grew to become an engineering and construction giant of international reputation, still in business as part of Los Angeles–based AECOM, the Fortune 500 technology infrastructure and support services firm. 

As the new western reaches of Los Angeles began to achieve full density in the late '30s—with suburbs now extending far beyond the vicinity of Fremont Place, which had only 20 years before constituted the West End of the city—Holmes would have finally have found it too long of a slog to the office in the days before the Santa Monica Freeway. The arrival on the market of a manageable house, lived in contentedly for nearly 25 years by another childless couple of Midwestern roots, became the solution. James's commute downtown was cut by half. The Holmses do not appear to have thrown any more parties at 64 Fremont Place than had the Johnsons, but they were to stay in the house even longer. As the city began to experience the tumult of the 1960s—white flight accelerated by the Watts Riots, culminating in the pall cast by the Tate-LaBianca murders—Fremont Place and its adjacent neighborhhoods, now in a close-in district, saw declines in attractiveness. The Holmeses witnessed the arc of Los Angeles from a city of orange-scented air to one of crime and choking smog before they died, James on December 11, 1970, having turned 80 ten days before. Esther remained at 64 until her death at 76 on October 13, 1973, after which she joined her husband at Hollywood Cemetery.




Illustration: LAT, May 9, 1920




107 Fremont Place

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Hotels were a good investment at the turn of the American 20th century, particularly in an alluring and ingeniously advertised city undergoing a decades-long expansion beyond its earliest citizens' wildest dreams. Some men who made their piles pursuing other projects that were lucrative in rapidly developing markets—bankers and real estate wheeler-dealers, for example—crowned their achievements with eponymous hostelries. Henderson Hayward of Wilshire Boulevard opened the Hotel Hayward at Sixth and Spring in 1906; among other of railroad tycoon Eli P. Clark's downtown projects was the Hotel Clark on Hill Street. Some Los Angeles businessmen formed syndicates to build hotels, as happened when names such as Joseph Sartori, Marco Hellman, Harry Chandler, and Lee Allen Phillips organized the Central Investment Corporation to put up the Biltmore, which opened on Pershing Square in October 1923. Then there were those whose eventual fortunes derived primarily from innkeeping, the caravansary-steeped Hart brothers chief among them.


George and Dwight Hart crowned decades of hotel experience with their dual operation on
Main Street. John Parkinson duplicated the detail of his 1914 New Rosslyn nine years
later across Fifth Street in an annex connected by a marble subway for guests.
While the hotel and its vicinity would practically come to anchor
Skid Row by the '50s, its fraternal-twin buildings remain,
now somewhere in between downtown's current
guises of squalor and gentrification.


George Alandson Hart and Dwight Howard Hart had come to California from northeast Ohio in 1888, six years after their father had moved west. In California, Henry Hart managed the grand Victorian Bellevue Terrace, which was downtown on the site of today's Jonathan Club; in 1890, he bought another important Los Angeles inn, the Natick House at First and Main. It was here that George and Dwight, who later became a California state senator, began their own hotel careers as bellhops. Assuming management of the Natick House after their father died in 1892, the boys were on their way to the sort of prosperity that made it possible for Los Angeles muckety-mucks to build big houses in such neighborhoods as St. James Park, along Adams Boulevard and Wilshire Boulevard, and in Berkeley Square and Fremont Place.


George Alandson Hart, 1913


As the Gilded Age evolved, interrupted as our own has been by economic downturns, the Harts went into high gear. In July 1903, they added the original Hotel Rosslyn on Main Street to their holdings. Three years later, they bought the adjacent Hotel Lexington to expand the Rosslyn. Their big move came when they bought the prominent corner just to the south, most recently the site of one of William H. Clune's theaters. Here the Harts built the New Hotel Rosslyn, designed by John Parkinson and opened on November 9, 1914, George's 44th birthday. A proposed northward expansion three years later to replace the old Lexington structure and the original Rosslyn was delayed and then changed in 1922 to instead jump across the street when the Harts leased the southwest corner of Fifth and Main. The New Rosslyn Annex would be connected to the main hotel by passageways under Fifth Street, including one lined with marble for hotel guests. The Harts again called on Parkinson, now partnered with his son Donald, to duplicate the details of the 1914 building. When the New Rosslyn Annex opened on December 29, 1923, it took the title of largest hotel on the Pacific Coast; with rooms now totaling 1,100, it eclipsed in size the much-ballyhooed Biltmore that had opened nearby two months before. It was a period of building for George Hart: The same year he began planning the New Rosslyn Annex, he was also in the process of upgrading his domestic arrangements. Living comfortably at 611 Shatto Place, he and Ida Belden Hart, a Buckeye he'd married in 1894, decided that the prestige and relative roominess of Los Angeles's West End of the time suited their continuing upward mobility. Judging by the entertaining that was to be covered by society scribes over the next two decades, their ambitions for the new house at 107 Fremont Place were considerable. And business only got better and better: At one point George, as biographers have described his career, owned real estate in Hollywood and Ocean Park—a resort some credit him with having put on the map—as well as 10,000 acres in Tulare County, where he developed the towns of Terra Bella and Richgrove.


"It was a great big white elephant of a place. The kind crazy movie people built in the crazy
'20s.".... so Joe Gillis described Norma Desmond's Italianate house in Sunset Boulevard.
Mediterranean villas were indeed all the rage then; the movie's exteriors were shot
in a now-vanished house at 641 South Irving Boulevard (the history of which
is here), one not unlike, and nearby if much larger than, 
107 Fremont,
seen here in an rendering in the Times on March 12, 1922.


Perhaps it was as guests that the Harts admired Clem and Pearl Wilson's Mediterranean palazzo built at 108 a few years before. Taking note of the Wilsons' architects and the empty lot across the street, their domestic dreams began to take shape. Meyer & Holler won the commission, and, not long after a rendering of the house appeared in the Times on March 12, 1922, and the Department of Buildings issued its permit to begin construction five days later, Fremont Place gained another of the many Mediterranean efforts of the prolific team of architects and their construction division, the Milwaukee Building Company. The parties began forthwith. The house would be home to the Harts for 20 years, George dying there on September 27, 1929. Even if the $5 million estate he left at his death had dwindled during the Depression to $3.7 by the time of probate in 1933, it was still a testament to the Hart brothers, who achieved their success with privately owned hotels, unsubsidized by any chain. Ida Hart stayed on at 107, barely slowing her entertainments, until she died at home on April 25, 1942; her brother-in-law Dwight died one month to the day later.

The disposition of 107 Fremont Place after the death of Ida Hart is unclear; Robert, the Harts' 28-year-old only child, had been living at home until he enlisted in the Army the summer before his mother's death. It would be another family member who would be making use of 107 after the demise of Mrs. Hart, who was mercifully spared the large article in the Times on July 3, 1943, headlined MANY BEATINGS LAID TO TRUCKER IN WIFE'S SUIT. Described were the embarrassing marital woes of Ida's brother Lee Van Belden, owner of the sizable Atlantic & S. P. Transfer Company. He was accused of "associating intimately" with another woman in addition to being violent; the straw that broke the camel's back was the decking of his wife of 31 years in a downtown restaurant and leaving her on the floor, out cold. Kicked out of the couple's Serrano Street home, Belden took refuge for a year or two—long enough to use the address to register to vote—at 107. The lurid years of the Hart house had only just begun.


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After the departure of the Harts, it could be that 107 Fremont Place was not sold, perhaps only rented, until 1952, when it was described as "vacant and run down" in papers concerning its purchase on May 27 of that year for $49,620.95 by Coy Burnett. An attorney and president of the Monolith Portland Cement Company, Burnett had been living across the street at #104 for eight or so years; his purchase of 107 in the name of a family corporation was to provide a home of their own for his daughter and son-in-law, Anne and John Craig, who had been married in Yuma in 1940. Anne and the Craig children had lived with her parents at 104 while John was in the service. Their initial token $160-a-month rent at 107 appears to have created some tax headaches for Big Daddy Burnett, but these were the least of the troubles trailing the Burnett presence at Fremont Place. While the Craigs were living at 104, their 20-month-old son Christopher drowned accidentally in a stream on his grandfather's Kern County ranch in 1944; two years later, Anne's brother Coy Burnett Jr. died at 21. Despite the birth of three more Craig children, these deaths may have been insurmountable events, given what was to follow. Once John Craig was demobbed, he went to work as banker. He and Anne moved out of her parents' house to Santa Monica, but they were eventually lured back into the Fremont Place family fold with her father's purchase of 107, which may not have been the best thing for the ego of the son-in-law of a rich man. Before long, 107 was duplexed, after a fashion—Anne living on one side of the house and John on the other, with their escalating quarrels conducted over the intercom, as she was later to relate to detectives. On October 11, 1955, John failed to respond to a complaint over the wire. Anne went next door to find him on the bathroom floor, dead of an overdose of pills. He left a nine-page holographic will written on the day of his death, which included a poignant apology: "I'm sorry the show has been so badly managed."

Bathrooms, it seems, can be retiled, husbands replaced. Anne and Howard Dale Amacker, by turns bit actor, screenwriter, producer, and director 12 years her junior, took out a marriage license in early January 1958 (the same week as did Jayne Mansfield and Mickey Hargitay) and were married on the 14th. Howard moved into 107. And out, once he and Anne divorced in July 1968. Sudsy.

After Coy Burnett died in 1971 and his wife three years later, the Burnett presence in Fremont Place faded away. The house at 107 was being offered for sale or lease, "in fine condition," in the Times by July 1973.


When 107 Fremont Place was offered for sale in the spring of 1952, it was described in the
Times as a "Beautiful corner home, approx. 1 acre of ground. Colored bathroom
[this does nor refer to pink or green fixtures], large basement playroom.
4 master bedrooms, servants quarters, lovely den.... Must sell at a
fraction of duplicating costs.... $50,000." As seen in this
recent aerial view, the house remains in its
original configuration, one, it is hoped,
that will not be ruined.




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108 Fremont Place

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Some famous names associated with Fremont Place seem on further inquiry rather to be part of the subdivision's folklore. In 1918 Mary Pickford did rent #56 for a year, her tenancy there followed by another brief one by her silent-screen contemporary Mary Miles Minter; in later years Muhammed Ali and actress Karen Black were in residence. Others of fame and fortune, though widely reputed as having lived in the Place, seem actually to never have done so; #55, for example, is often referred to as being a home of King Camp Gillette, the vaunted inventor of the safety razor, but records indicate that it was instead his banker son, King Gaines Gillette, who bought that house in 1922. Documentary evidence also does not seem to point to the actual residency of the founder in 1904 of what became the Bank of America, Amadeo Peter "A. P." Giannini, who is widely cited online as having lived at our subject, #108, but who died before its original owner expired in the house in 1950. It just so happens that A. P.'s younger brother, Attilio Henry Giannini, a physician who later joined A. P. as a banking partner and who at one time headed United Artists, dropped dead of a heart attack in 1943 while visiting #70 around the corner, the home of Frank H. Powell; oddly, somehow, it appears that an oblique death has spawned the myth of another famous personage as having lived in Fremont Place.




A rendering of the Clem Wilson house by architects Meyer & Holler 

appeared in the Los Angeles Times on November 16, 1919; a drawing of
its main entrance appeared in the paper on December 14, two days after 
the Department of Buildings issued its permit to begin construction.




All that said, unless one Giannini or another rented or bunked in with the long-time owners of 108 at some point, there was in fact just one occupant of the prime southwest corner of Westerly Drive (later Fremont Park West) and Ninth Street until after the bankers' deaths. Elihu Clement Wilson was not as famous as Pickford or Minter or Gillette or Giannini, but he was well known in Los Angeles. Financed by and named for Wilson, a splendid 190-foot-tall Art Deco tower opened in 1930 at the northeast corner of Wilshire and La Brea; designed by prolific architects Meyer & Holler, it remains as part of Wilson's legacy. So does his Fremont Place house, which he had the same firm design for him (and its wholly owned Milwaukee Building Company construct) 11 years before.




Brothers Benton, Clem, and Webb Wilson appeared
along with an advertisement in the February 1920 issue
of The Oil Age very close to the time of the completion
of Clem's lavish new house at 108 Fremont Place.



Clem Wilson was born in Ohio on July 5, 1870. Arriving in Los Angeles in 1886 via Colorado and Kansas, his family became part the city's quickly assembling Old Guard, one measured in fewer years than in other cities, largely composed as it was of gentlefolk arrived since direct transcontinental railroads reached the city in the 1880s. A number of early business endeavors led Wilson into the manufacture of metal products, in which he would drive himself hard enough to become a millionaire in short order. As his Times obituary would eventually report, his Wilson & Willard Company, founded in 1907 with a partner he later bought out to replace with his youngest brother Webb, held patents on "many devices still used in the oil industry throughout the world." Among these were such obscurities as casing spears and shoes, ratchet rope sockets, the Wilson steel pitman, the Willard circulating head, and an apparently revolutionary item known distinctively as the Wilson Perfection Underreamer. Later a third brother, Benton, would join the company as its attorney. Clem Wilson's extracurricular activities included a year as a police commissioner and directorships at Citizens National Bank and Producers Cotton Oil Company of Fresno. When he wasn't cutting deals, he was golfing or hunting or motoring, or else on his cruiser the Ripple, often for months at a time.


Seen at top within a few years of completion in 1920, 108 Fremont Place was joined
on its north side in 1927 by 106, above at left; it is not yet clear as to when
and why the two properties were later combined.


After a first marriage ended in 1904 with the death of his bride after seven months, Wilson married Eva Pearl Thurston of Bakersfield two years later. According the the Times, he was at the time as well known in Los Angeles social and musical circles as he was in business, possessing "a tenor voice of much sweetness and power." It was power of another sort that Wilson would come to exemplify, that of the establishment man of the California, Tuna, and Bolsa Chica clubs who can be said fairly to have built Los Angeles, including some of its most important buildings and prettiest houses. The Wilsons would remain at 108 Fremont Place for 30 years; both died there, Pearl at the age of 65 on September 19, 1947, Clem a few weeks before his 80th birthday on June 12, 1950. 


Clem Wilson died at 108 Fremont Place on June 12, 1950; the house
 was on the market by the following January. The  advertisement
 above appeared in the Times  on September 21, 1951,
 three months after an auction of
the house's contents. 


The Wilson lot has somewhat of a curious history in that its northern third appears to have been sold off—unless it was never part of the original Wilson property—in the mid '20s. A house dated 1927 and in some records designated 106 remains there today just north of the Wilsons'. Over the years the two properties appear to have had by turns their separate addresses and then to be offered for sale as a single parcel. An advertisement in the Times following the death of Clem and an auction of the Wilsons' possessions in January 1951 offered only the original four-bedroom corner house for sale; in recent years 108 has been presented as something of a compound. Perhaps Karen Black, who bought 108 in 1978, was the owner who combined or recombined it with 106; at any rate, unlike the founder of the Bank of America, the actress is a famous person who can be linked certifiably to Clem and Pearl Wilson's house.


Sold in May 2014 for a reported $7,750,000, the combined 106 and 108 Fremont Place will
require a considerable maintenance budget for its boxwood alone. As for the palms you
see...it's not impossible that they were planted (as already fairly mature trees) when
the house was built; compare the distinctive bend in the now wildly tall one close
to the house to the similarly bent tree in the vintage photos above.




Illustrations: USCDLLATUSCDL; The Oil Age; Sotheby's