By Anton J. Sartori

2057 Fremont Ave.
So. Pasadena, California


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1938 Nov 14

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1949 Feb 03 - Anna Bellaire

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1950 Sep 14 - How It All Started

1953 Apr 02 - Adeline de Walt Reynolds

1953 Jun 11 - Memorial Day

1953 Nov 05

1954 Jul 15 - McArthur, Mrs. D.F.

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1957 Aug 01

1958 Jun 30 & Aug 7 - Sartori Last LeMars Visit



About the author

One of the most popular and long-standing features in The Globe-Post is “Olla Podrida,” a unique column conducted by Anton J. Sartori, former LeMars druggist, and a banker at Los Angeles, California.
Olla Podrida is almost always in strong (but nice) opposition to The Globe-Post's editorial policy. Tony Sartori is a New Deal Democrat. He thinks Franklin D. Roosevelt was the greatest President.

And anything he writes is PRINTED. Tony's the absolute and unquestioned boss of what goes into Olla Podrida.
Tony has the rare ability of recalling nostalgic and pleasant scenes out of LeMars colorful past.  He is a smooth writer, with a deftness and felicity of expression surpassed by none.
Under the magic of his unique style, readers re-live the pleasant moments of the past. Forgotten and agreeable times are recalled. ~"As The Globe-Post Sees It" excerpt from Morsels From Olla Podrida, 1954


**Olla Podrida column ran from Sept 1938-Oct 1958

Anton J. Sartori Jr 1883-1958

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From the beginning - 1st column

LeMars Globe-Post
September 15, 1938

By Anton J. Sartori


Well, folks…here’s the newest thing in town—a column conducted by remote-control. If that isn’t new, what is?
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And don’t think I didn’t spar with the keyboard for what seemed like an age to get out that opening paragraph. But I made it, and if down to here will pass for a bow.  I’ll speak my piece, and give you, what I consider, a fairly plausible excuse for this column’s existence.
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It was this way. Somehow, somewhere, someone discovered that I was not opposed to the movement called the New Deal.
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There was talk.
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That guy, they said, must be a freak. We’d better corral him. And they did. But it wasn’t as easy as all that, because they were a bit underhanded about it.  First, they baited me; then they flattered me; then they dared me, and to cap it all, they double-dared me.
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“Do you,” they asked, “really believe in the New Deal enough to stand up and pitch for our President, his policies, and any other business that may come before the house?”
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And like the blushing bride, I said: “I do.”
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And that’s the way this whole thing got started.
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I am not a politician. I have never held, nor do I aspire to office.  In this venture I have nothing more at stake than the first five words of “America” and I have used them as the opening line of this article.
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I believe in working for the things that bring the greatest good to the greatest number. If this makes of me a New Dealer, then that’s what I am, and I’ll defend my position to the best of my ability.
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But I must be allowed off the reservation part of the time, much of the time, for I have no stomach for a steady diet of political pabulum.
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See you next week.