It was almost bad enough to make all the oldsters want to go back to Iowa. Something had happened to Los Angeles' gold-plated weather.
The thermometer shot up to 101 for the hottest Sept. 1 in Los Angeles' history. Then the woolly and gaseous smog, which in recent years has brooded high over the City of the Angels, came down to join the attack. In no time at all, ground visibility was cut to half a mile, eyes were smarting and windshields blurred with coats of greasy grime.
Loyal citizens held fast—they figured that they could still cool off and clean...
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