Murder in Montara (1946): Babes in the Woods Case: Part IV

Whether the San Mateo County District Attorney would press for the death penalty in the Vorhes Newton case was not yet known. Newton’s was a heinous crime, the killer of his two little children who were left to die on a lonely road in Montara—and the attempted murder of his young pregnant wife.

Luckily, 21-year-old=year Lorraine Newton had survied and was slowly recovering from severe head injuries in a Half Moon Bay hospital in the summer of 1946.

Lorraine hadn’t been told that the babies were dead, and although she hadn’t talked to her husband, the pair both agreed about one thing: neither remembered what happened at the end of that horrible day. They’d had an argument about abortion, they remembered that, but then both Lorraine and Vorhes maintained they blanked out and couldn’t recall anything else.

The prosecutors had no trouble mapping out what had happened. They had an open and shut case, with testimony, evidence and the murder weapon in their possession, enough to convict and ask for the death penalty. The prosecution was anxious to go to trial, which they predicted would be short and sweet.

The prosecution team also bragged that they had damning testimony even if Newton’s wife couldn’t testify—but they believed she would be well enough to do so. They had the murder weapons, a sharp-edged shovel and a baby’s milk bottle.

Vorhes Newton was not a loner, not without the love and support of his wealthy family, his father an affluent farmer from nearby Lodi, and one of his brothers a successful “coin phonographâ€? operator. His parents and siblings rushed to his side at the county jail, strategizing with Leo Friedman, the nationally known and colorful attorney who replaced former superior judge Alden Ames, said to have had second thoughts about representing the controversial defendant.

Fresh from winning several tough cases for his clients, Leo Friedman huddled with Vorhes Newton’s family, discussing strategy. He walked away forty five minutes later telling the press Vorhes impressed him “as a lovely boy with a good record. I don’t even know that he did it. If anybody did do anything like this—he must be crazy.â€?

After the legal conference with Friedman, Newton followed his new lawyer’s advice and refused to give up any information during future grilling by detectives—even though he had already allegedly confessed bludgeoning the babies to death.

Friedman wanted that confession repudiated because it had been elicited under the duress of grilling. He mentioned the possibility of a plea of “not guilty by reason of insanityâ€?.

County District Attorney Gilbert Ferrell said that Mrs. Newton was pregnant but, when asked if she would keep the baby, he said no one had that answer– but that the pregnancy was certainly the cause of the argument between the couple and the violent events that followed. Vorhes and Lorraine Newton, Ferrell said, were arguing about the abortion, an illegal medical procedure in 1946. Ferrell did not reveal whether husband or wife was for or against it.

Medical experts believed the beating Lorraine received could lead to a miscarriage.

Her parents, residents of southern California, came to their daughter’s bedside. Lorraine’s father, Frank Tuttle, was the port auditor at Los Angeles. She had still not been told of her children’s deaths but was conscious and conversing with nurses at the Coastside hospital.

But would she appear as a witness at her husband’s trial?

To be continued….

Cherie Dailey Shares Her Love for the Birds of El Granada

Special to Half Moon Bay Memories & El Granada Observer

December Birds in El Granada
by Cherie Dailey

Three years ago my novice interest in birds was over indulged. My Christmas gifts included bird books, feeders, nesting materials, and a beautiful bird bath. I am still a novice, but I can identify all the birds in my yard by sight and most of them by sound. I’ve collected a treasure of special bird stories to share with anyone that even hints at an interest in birds. In a nutshell, I’ve gone to the birds.

One of the aspects of birding that I’m well aware of now is the fact that if you pay attention, they pronounce the seasons as clearly as the weather. So as we march into wintertime, I can confirm the season as I watch and listen to the birds.

Fall is heralded by the Golden Crown Sparrow. Their song is a child hood memory for me…â€?Oh Dear Meâ€? – they stay until springtime. The Golden Crown and the White Crowns are a winter staple in the backyard. They join the year round residents: Hummingbirds, American Goldfinch, Towhees, House Finch, Pygmy Nuthatch, Bushtit, Chickadee, Common Sparrow, Mourning Dove, Black Phoebe, Robin, the occasional Stellar Jay, and, my least favorites, the Brewer’s Blackbird and the English Starlings.

Photo at left: The Bushtit is Cherie’s longtime companion, Peter Logan’s favorite fuzzy bird in the garden.

The Fox Sparrows are a current favorite of mine that also hang out during the winter. There are only a few of them in the yard. They are distinct against the dozens of other types that visit our feeders with their speckled breast and bold behavior (Sparrows like to feed off the ground under the feeders – they don’t actually get onto the feeders often). One of our current residents is a Townsend Warbler. He is a colorful contribution to the duller colors the birds sport in the winter. He’s not a seed eater, so he’s especially welcome to eat the insects that collect around the yard.

There is one aspect of attracting the songbirds to our yard that we had not counted on. We have our annual winter visits from a Sharp Shinned Hawk. “Sharpiesâ€? are Accipiter hawks…that means they eat birds. We’ve had some wild events in our backyard since the hawk has put us on his winter menu. It’s pretty easy to determine when he’s on the prowl – there are no birds to be seen anywhere in our yard, or worse, we see the pile of feathers he/she leaves behind. Nature is known for her drama. Fortunately, they move on early in the springtime so we can enjoy the nesting season.

Our most unique winter sighting was a Red Poll. This is an arctic bird that somehow got off track. It was by pure luck that we identified him correctly, but it was a sure sighting. A “featherâ€? in our birding cap.

All in all, birding may sound dull if you haven’t stopped to really listen. What a wonderful world we have right here in our backyards. You can hear a hummingbird quite easily, chickadees and sparrows…the list goes on. And, like I said, if you show even a hint of interest, I have some really colorful tales to tell of the birds in my yard in El Granada

The delicately beautiful Nuthatch rests on a branch in Cherie and Peter’s meditative garden in sunny El Granada.

Bird photos by Cherie Dailey
Photo of Cherie Dailey by June

How to be free on the Coastside

On the Coastside not affiliating with one pressure group or the other can be costly–but being independent is worth it.

Photo of your El Granada correspondent taken at Fitzgerald Marine Reserve before the tour buses rolled in.

Loren Coburn’s Folly: Pescadero’s Pebble Beach Hotel

In the 1890s Loren Coburn, the most hated man in Pescadero, built the Pebble Beach Hotel overlooking the popular and locally sentimental pebble-covered beach south of the tiny village. From what we know guests never stayed overnight– except for the watchman who was there to protect the new hotel from vandalism. (Among modern conveniences the Pebble Beach Hotel offered the luxury of hot and cold water). Business associates of Coburns (perhaps anxious to take advantage of the illiterate but wealthy man) sometimes held private parties at the hotel.

Local artist Galen Wolf wandered up and down the Coastside using his box of watercolors to preserve the past for us. Here, before it was torn down to make way for Highway 1, is Wolf’s picture of Loren Coburn’s Folly: the Pebble Beach Hotel at Pescadero where the rooms remained empty and, perhaps haunted, for decades.


In 1992 I published “The Coburn Mystery”, acknowledged as a definitive history of Pescadero. Regrettably, instead of the critics focussing on the history of Pescadero, they fell into the quagmire of environmental politics. The book covers all aspects of Pescadero’s fascinating history and should be read. “The Coburn Mystery” is still available and can be purchased at Ano Nuevo State Reserve.

Future “Superstar” Mike Holmgren at Herbert Hoover Jr. High School, early 1960s

I took these photos in the schoolyard at Herbert Hoover Junior High School in San Francisco in the early 1960s.

Seattle Seahawks Head Coach Mike Holmgren dribbles the ball. (He was always the tallest kid in the school as well as school president). Mike and I were in the same class, graduating from Lincoln High in the mid-1960s.

Below: Former Superbowl coach (Green Bay Packers) Mike Holmgren shooting a jump shot:

Gold is the Talk of the Town and Expert Burt Blumert Gives Us the Scoop

Special to Half Moon Bay Memories and El Granada Observer.

It was a hectic week for Gold.

The yellow metal was the lead story in the NY Times Business Section on Wednesday, November 19 and I was interviewed on the KGO 6 O’Clock News on Thursday.

The reason for all this hoopla?

The price of an ounce of gold went over $500 for the first time in over 20 years. (At the market close on Friday, Dec. 2, gold was trading at $504.50).

People are mystified by gold. They may revere ornaments produced by the Goldsmith (the gold wedding band is one of the most potent symbols in our culture), yet the notion of holding gold as an investment, or as part of one’s savings is clearly out of mainstream thinking.

It has been said that there are only 6 people in the world who understand Gold and that they have 7 different opinions. Well, let me try to “demystify” the subject, and, perhaps, persuade you to consider acquiring some beautiful gold coins.

First: Here are some of the “negatives” concerning gold ownership.

Gold doesn’t bring any return like a bond or stock. Also, storing gold could be dangerous and costly. The “crooks” love it and Safety Deposit Box fees at Banks are on the rise.

The “King” doesn’t like gold; he never has and never will. If you own a share of IBM stock, you are a patriot; own an ounce of gold and there is something wrong with you.

If someone wants to sell gold, it might prove difficult to find a buyer.

The government could confiscate gold as it was in 1933.

Some of the negative statements above are pure propaganda. Here are the immutable truths:

Gold and silver have been “money” in much of the world for almost 3000 years. By its nature, gold prevented the Kings and tyrants from increasing the supply of money whenever they wanted to. (As they do with paper).

It served as money in our own country from the beginning, the (1790s) through 1933 when it was demonetized. FDR’s first Executive Order in 1933 required Americans to bring their gold coins to the bank to exchange them for paper. They called it demonetization of gold, but it was outright theft.

Led by the US, the world has been off the god standard for about 75 years, yet every country retains gold as part of their national wealth.

Restrictions on Americans to hold gold ended in 1974.

If one has gold to sell, Iwould argue that there is nothing else they own that would be more liquid.

“Only Government can take commmodities as valuable as paper and ink and make them worthless.”

“When all the paper money is dust, gold will be of value.”

Yes, those quotes are pretty strong, but a prudent investor should own some gold.

Who knows, the next time KGO wants to interview me, it will be when gold exceeds $1000 per ounce.

Burt Blumert is a leading gold dealer (almost 50 years) in the San Francisco Bay Area. You can send him email at [email protected].

Peter Logan at the Wheel

I took a ride on a boat on San Francisco Bay piloted by my longtime El Granada neighbor, Peter Logan,seen at the wheel, okay, partially seen at the wheel. Peter borrowed the yacht from a friend and we boarded it at the Marina, near Fort Mason. Behind Silvia we see the San Francisco skyline. At one point we got close to Alcatraz Island where a ferry boat had grounded and there was lots of excitement.