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Kim Cooper

Kim Cooper is the creator of 1947project, the crime-a-day time travel blog that spawned Esotouric’s popular crime bus tours, including The Real Black Dahlia. She is the author of The Kept Girl, the acclaimed historical mystery starring the young Raymond Chandler and the real-life Philip Marlowe, and of The Raymond Chandler Map of Los Angeles. With husband Richard Schave, Kim curates the Salons and forensic science seminars of LAVA- The Los Angeles Visionaries Association. When the third generation Angeleno isn’t combing old newspapers for forgotten scandals, she is a passionate advocate for historic preservation of signage, vernacular architecture and writer’s homes. Kim was for many years the editrix of Scram, a journal of unpopular culture. Her books include Fall in Love For Life, Bubblegum Music is the Naked Truth, Lost in the Grooves and an oral history of Neutral Milk Hotel.

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  1. Diarmid Mogg
    November 12, 2009 @ 5:15 pm

    News reports about Chinese people around the turn of the century are fascinatingly racist. I came across a story about another Chinese vegetable peddler in a 1906 edition of the Oakland Tribune. It’s an interesting little vignette, but the real point of printing the story in the paper appears simply to have been to point out that Chinese immigrants talk funny. Most strange.

    Anyway, here it is:

    “WHITE BOYS WORK CHEAPER” SAYS SAM KEE

    An Oakland lady relates the following story. By way of explanation, she deals with a Chinese vegetable peddler. Not one of the old sort, thank you, who takes his baskets from door to door and empties the contents on your kitchen steps for inspection, but a thoroughly up-to-date vegetable man with a sort of two story wagon bristling with red paint and compartments for his fruit.

    This particular peddler rejoices in the name of Sam Kee, and if indications point to anything, he is on the straight road to wealth.

    Several times in succession, according to the tale related by the lady, Sam made his appearance accompanied by a well-mannered, passably good looking American lad whose age might be anywhere from twelve to fourteen. It was the latter’s function to carry the purchases from the vegetable wagon, to the kitchen. This went on for several days.

    Finally, one Saturday morning, when trade was very brisk, Sam came around to the door minus his young assistant. In the conversation which ensued, Sam enlightened his customer on many points reading the difficulty of securing efficient help. It started in this wise.

    Mistress—”Where’s your helper this morning, Sam?”

    Sam, resignedly—”I dunno, lady; he not come.”

    “Why he not come, Sam?” inquired the lady in her very best pigeon English, acquired by long dealing with Chinese vendors.

    Again came the noncommittal reply, accompanied by a decidedly Frenchy shrug of the shoulders: “I not know,
    lady. I think he go work for somebody else.”

    “Why you no get China boy go round with you?”

    “Oh, China boy heap charge too much.”

    The lady gasped. “China boy charge more than white boy?” she asked, when she’d recovered from the shock of the discovery that white boys underbid those from China.

    “Heap more.” The tone of reply was strongly indicative of disgust. “White boy work for fifty cents a day.”

    “And how much do China boys want?”

    “One dollah, one half. Too much money for little boy.” Another shrug.

    How’s that for cheap Mongolian labor?

    The Chinese are quick enough to adopt American business habits, even if they don’t see the beauty of the Christian religion.

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