Long Beach, Calif had a significant population of transplanted red necks who came out during WWII to work the defense plants. A few others had come out during the Dust Bowl and had migrated South from the Central Valley. We had, of course, "The Pal" (Palomino) in North Hollywood but equally "well known" and a bit rowdier was "The Foothill Club" in Signal Hill.
My grandmother used to date one of "The Sons of the Pioneers" and the Foothill was a regular hangout (They seemed to alternate between the Foothill and the Olympic Auditorium for wrestling and roller derby). I grew up listening to the stories she told. She was 1/2 Irish and 1/2 Chickasaw/Cherokee from Oklahoma, born on the Rez, and raised in Missouri, so use your imagination!
When my brother and I reached our 20's, we had to go there (we passed it at least once a week==Mom and Dad lived about 5 miles up the road and we lived 5 miles the other way). It was..........interesting! We nicknamed the bouncer "Rhino" and decided he wouldn't be hard to take out if TWO of us hit his knees. We always sat near the door, facing the door (for a quick exit) and drank our beers from the bottle. The times when a couple of "donnybrooks" started (remember that word) and things went "Fist City", we threw our beers and ran like H....!!!!
My wife once asked how my mom raised three boys and my mom answered "we didn't -Not all lived. The others took a lot of first aid." That was normal for the 1950's. All families had lost at least one child or so it seems.
And I'm the peaceful (aka cowardly) one in the family.