anaheim-bulletin 1953-09-05

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— WHAT'S UP, MANE? WELL, I WAS HURRYING TO GET INFORMATION TO YOU-MUST HAVE AROUSED SUSPICION. THE ARABS ARE HOSTILE AND-- DIXIE DUGAN— WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO LOVE IS INN? TOO DOWN TO MAKE WAY FOR A HOUSING PROJECT— AND SO DIXIE TELLS THE TALE OF HOW A MEAN MR.NEAM INTENDS TO TAKE OVER HOW MUCH DO YOU OWE MR.LOVE-? WELL, IT'S NO USE MRS. ALLU-I DON'T WAIT TO MAKE TOUCH Letter to the Editor United States Marine Corps, Headquarters, Aircraft, Fleet Marine Force, Pacific, U.S. Marine Corps Air tatSion, El Toro, Santa Ana, California 28 August 1953 Dear Sir: Over the past several months, I have become increasingly concerned over the numerous complaints received at my Headquarters indi within in effect are high-intensity vibrations to which many people are sensitive to a greater degree than the average person. The characteristics of this kind of vibration are such that it is apparent even when the aircraft itself is actually beyond the range of audible sound. When this type plane is within the normal sound range distance, the vibration effect serves greatly to intensify the noise of its passage, and the impact is magnified to the listener. (b) The nuisance problem connected with this aircraft noise is a new one to us in many ways. will be properly trained to per this type of approach during a four weather. I realize fully that our efforts have not been enough eliminate the nuisances, and some different action is necessary including a change in existing flight rules. I am than willing to take whatever are available to me to end the stress and apprehension being flicted upon communities near area of operation. In order to approach this bleem intelligently, I am, in rate letters to the mayors of Letter to the Editor United States Marine Corps, Headquarters, Aircraft, Fleet Marine Force, Pacific, U.S. Marine Corps Air tafition, El Toro, Santa Ana, California. 28 August 1953 Dear Sir: Over the past several months, I have become increasingly concerned over the numerous complaints received at my Headquarters indicating that low-flying aircraft, especially the jet types, are causing more and more distress to the residents of the communities near El Toro. Some of the apprehension is based on the fear of aircraft flying low at high speeds, and some on the unusual volume of noise of passing planes. I have conducted a personal campaign to ensure that pilots under my command observe the established rules for local flying, and have enlisted the aid of every member of my staff as well as that of all my local Group and Squadron commanders. To date we have found in all cases but two which could be identified, that the pilot of the plane was observing the Civil Aeronautics Regulations and proceeding in accordance with established practices on operational minimums within this area. In the two identified cases in which fight rules were violated, direct disciplinary action was promptly taken. It seems obvious, however, that general obedience to the established minimum rules has not eliminated the nuisance to the people of nearby communities, and further action is necessary. It is also necessary that we all understand the problem as completely as we can, and to this end I should like to offer the following information: (a) The advent of the jet type engine has created a whole new field of problems which are foreign to our knowledge as gained from propeller driven planes. The jet engine produces noises not only within in effect are high-intensity vibrations to which many people are sensitive to a greater degree than the average person. The characteristics of this kind of vibration are such that it is apparent even when the aircraft itself is actually beyond the range of audible sound. When this type plane is within the normal sound range distance, the vibration effect serves greatly to intensify the noise of its passage, and the impact is magnified to the listener. (b) The nuisance problem connected with this aircraft noise is a new one to us in many ways. The Flight Regulation established by us and the Civil Aeronautics Authority are directed toward effective control of operating aircraft, and toward the prescribing of minimum limits of flight which will be consistent with safety. Consequently, even the strictest obedience to these rules will sometimes fall to eliminate interferences with nearby residents. For example, and to quote a local instance, during the times when bad weather (including rain, fog, and smog) make normal landing approaches to El Toro impossible, it is necessary to use our Ground Controlled Approach landing system, by which the pilot is "talked" into a landin by the use of radar and radio. Long experience with this approach has taught us that, for safety, the flight pattern of the approach must be considerably larger than normal, which, in this case, extends the actual landing traffic route as far as the city of Laguna Beach. Since this is the only emergency system available to us, it is sometimes necessary that we use it to ensure safe landing for both the pilot and the aircraft; and in this case, interference by noise appears to be the lesser of two evils. In this connection, I should also to point out that successful emergency procedures are the result of practice, and that we find it necessary at times for the prudent benefit of everyone concerned, to require this type of practice during fair weather and on clear nights so that pilots within in effect are high-intensity vibrations to which many people are sensitive to a greater degree than the average person. The characteristics of this kind of vibration are such that it is apparent even when the aircraft itself is actually beyond the range of audible sound. When this type plane is within the normal sound range distance, the vibration effect serves greatly to intensify the noise of its passage, and the impact is magnified to the listener. In order to approach this bleem intelligently, I am in rate letters to the mayors in this area, asking the aid of some local organizations in order to give them an opportunity to confuse me. I am going to know where the great interferences exist, and in accurate description, so that may know best how to apply long-range solution. I am determined to stop any violation of the existing regulations. Have asked in addition for greater effort toward indentifying the particular aircraft involve type and number so that I take the disciplinary action necessary to curb any dangerous or eager pilots with my command. By this letter, which I hope will give due prominence in my newspaper, I hope to make up to the people of every community near El Toro that I recognise the problem inflicted upon their military aircraft flying over near their homes, and that, their help and that of their civile organizations, I shall everything within my power duce or eliminate the cause their distress. Very sincerely yours, C. F. SCHILLE Major General, U.S. Marine Corps Command There's No Substitute for Circulation. GHOSTLY HOOFBEATS by Norman A. Fox CHAPTER THIRTEEN BENDING low, Manning held the lantern close to the ground. In this manner he circled. His investigation took him up the trail to the ridge between the couches, and then he came back to where Laura waited by the creek. "I think I've got it," he said, "though the tracks run all over each other. A horseman came here, left his mount up on the hogback and walked down to Packrat. The two of them climbed the ridge together." "Fellow with a pair of blue eyes like ice?" "I've never seen him, not close anyway." "You believe that I'm Cole Manning you don't you?" "You look like the statue, now that I've had a chance to study you. And we've known you were coming. Yes, I believe you. Why don't you go back to the Maria where you belong?" "Why don't you tell me why you framed it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard to frame it up with Ma Hilbard." She nodded. "You're right, far as you've gone. And now what are you going to do?" His grin broadened. "We're going to get a good night sleep," he said. "You in the bus and me here by the doorway make sure you don't walk in your sleep. When we're fresh air and pair of mountain flowers, we'll riding. Once I've got you safely locked up in the Mannington jail I'll pay a little business call." Mack Torgin and show him... CHAPTER THIRTEEN BENDING low, Manning held the lantern close to the ground. In this manner he circled. His investigation took him up the trail to the ridge between the coulee, and then he came back to where Laura waited by the creek. "I think Ive got it," he said, "though the tracks run all over each other. A horseman came here, left his mount up on the hogback, and walked down to Packrat. The two of them climbed the ridge together afterwards and rode off on the horse." "Torgin," she said firmly. He shook his head. "Torgin was in town." "One of his men then." "Maybe." They climbed back into the other coulee, but here Manning swung southward, saying, "Come along." They trudged the coulee to its far end, where Manning had left his tethered horse. He led the mount back and put it in the wrecked corral. He set down the lantern, not really needing it for anything but close-up work with the moon so bright, and lifted enough of the poles back into place so that the corral would hold. This did not take him long. Laura watched him allently. He said, "You could have done this and kept your team here." "I thought of it," she said. "The team's better off where it is. That way, if someone came upon the wagon and horses, they still might not have found the dugout. But if they found the horses here, they'd wonder who was in the dugout." "Smart enough," he conceded. He went inside the dugout and put the lantern on the table; he sloshed the lantern absently to see how much coal-oil remained. Enough. "The man Ruxton?' Laura asked. "Is he your partner?" Manning grimaced. "He was for a while tonight. He's after the bounty Wells Fargo put up for that holdup-man I don't think Slade Ruxton trusts anyone very far." "And do you?" He shrugged. "I'm sorry, bit and scratched you yesterday. She made her blue eyes soften, but he guessed her contrition was genuine." I thought you were Torgin's new man. We've heard that there is one, but he never shows in town. "Fellow with a pair of blue eyes like ice?" "Ive never seen him, not close anyway." "You believe that I'm Cole Manning don't you?" "You look like the statue, now that I've had a chance to study you. And we've known you were coming. Yes, I believe you. Why don't you go back to the Marias where you belong?" "Why don't you tell me why you framed it up with Ma Hibbard to bust Packrat out of jail? I'll bet the whole scheme was yours." "You wouldn't understand." "Try me!" She shook her head. "You work hard at being a very grim young man. I think I know, just from having read the papers, why you're so determined to break that old case. You want to stand higher than Flint Manning. I didn't know him, of course, but I've heard Gramp talk about him. I don't think you've got enough rawhide to outdo your father. And that's why it sours you just to think about him." This appraisal struck close enough to home to anger him. "And you're a very smart young lady who thinks she can skylarking around breaking people out of jail. I don't know whether to turn you over my knee or haul you back to Mannington and lock you up." She canted her head and smiled at him. "And what evidence have you against me, except your own word?" He thought about that with exasperation until a bigger thought grew from the first, and he snapped his fingers. "I've got it!" he cried. "I saw a glimmer of the truth when Slade Ruxton told me you were Doc Brownlee's daughter. If Purdy got dragged off to Slash 7, Torgin will try to make him talk. It's evidence Torgin wants. If Purdy can be made to admit that you engineered his escape, then Torgin can put Doc Brownlee over a barrel. You see, I know that your granddad stands between Torgin and his packing-plant scheme." "How do you know that?" He grinned. "I eavesdropped. I put my ear to a keyhole while Torgin was trying to intimidate Doc." She nodded. "You're right, far as you've gone. And me what are you going to do?" His grin broadened. "We going to get a good night sleep," he said. "You in the bus and me here by the doorway make sure you don't walk in your sleep. When we're fresh and pair of mountain flowers, we'll riding. Once I've got you safe locked up in the Mannington jail I'll pay a little business call Mack Torgin and show him a bright new badge. After we discussed the weather and no crops, I'll ask him if he wish to continue obstructing justice." Holding Purdy prisoner. The Ill point out that he can relish himself of a burden by turning Packrat over to me. How does that sound? She shook her head; she looked very tired. "You'll keep hunting and hunting." I know. You come to the end of the trench And then it will be too late for you to see that you should never have started." What kind of riddle is that? Cole, go back to the Marias. Better get to bed," he said. He left the dugout and went into the decrepit old barn and found the blankets Packrat Purdy used. He gathered these up at the time he returned to the dugout, the lantern had been extinguished, and he heard the sound movement of Laura in the bus. He was stirred by her nearness and thought this an odd thing remembering that she was a part of that invisible wall that barrier him everywhere in the Bootsja. He spread the blankets by doorway and shucked out of them, boots and chaps and unlatch his gun belt. He climbed into the blankets and lay in the darkness and said at last, softly, "Laura." Yes? Why don't you tell me why was so important to get Packrat out of jail? You wanted him go before I showed up to talk to him I'm not that it? She sighed. "Maybe it was because Flint Manning and D Brownlee were very good friends long ago." What's that got to do with it? A long silence. Then: "Go night, Cole." (To Be Continued) by Frank V. Martinek by Leonard Samsome HOLLYWOOD By ALINE MOSBY HOLLYWOOD UP — Robert Ryan, Dana Andrews, director Anthony Mann and director John Sturgis plan to make a movie, not to line their own pockets, but to keep a schoolhouse open. The box office profits will be turned over to perhaps the most unusual school in the country, one the moviestowners built themselves. Two years ago, Ryan decided the Hollywood By ALINE MOSBY HOLLYWOOD UP — Robert Ryan, Dana Andrews, director Anthony Mann and director John Sturgis plan to make a movie, not to line their own pockets, but to keep a schoolhouse open. The box office profits will be turned over to perhaps the most unusual school in the country, one the movietowners built themselves. Two years ago, Ryan decided the public grammar schools in his neighborhood, the San Fernando valley, were overcrowded. So he recruited some other valley parents "because we felt it necessary to start our own school." Still in Red The group bought an abandoned synagogue. The fathers built desks, chairs and bookshelves; the mothers whipped up curtains and planted flowers and grass. The parents got permits from the Health Building, Safety and Fire Departments, hired teachers and opened with 21 pupils. Next week they'll start their third season with 75 pupils, from kindergarten through the sixth grade. "But we're still in the red," explained the actor. "So the school will buy a script, appropriately about a school, and form its own company to make a movie. We want to eventually put up another building for junior high school." In School Film Ryan coincidentally is working now in a school movie, "Miss Baker's Dozen," at MGM. But, he sighed, "we couldn't buy this story because MGM already owned it." The parents still have a hand in running the Oakwood school. The mothers do the office chores and help the kindergarten teacher carry in orange juice and wipe noses. "Parents are urged to know what's going on in the classroom," Ryan said. "We feel the more you get parents involved in a school the more they'll think about it and the more they'll do about it." "We get the fathers into the act by having them take the children through their businesses. I had the entire school on my movie set one day." The school lost one pupil, Billy Eckstine's child, when the crooner moved east. "We have four other Negro children and one Negro teacher," Ryan said. "We try to have a cross-section of all groups." Building for Week Hits Total of $50,180 Building permits issued in Anaheim for the week ending Friday totaled $50,180 Inspector Homer You're right, as you've gone. And now are you going to do? Grin broadened. "We are to get a good night's" he said. "You in the bunk, come here by the doorway to ensure you don't walk in your room. When we're fresh as a mountain flowers, we'll go up in the Mannington jail, pay a little business call on Torgin and show him my new badge. After we've issued the weather and the rain, I'll ask him if he wishes continue obstructing justice by being Purdy prisoner. Then point out that he can relieve it of a burden by turning it over to me. How does sound?" Shook her head; she looked tired. "You'll keep hunt-and hunting, I know. Till come to the end of the trail, then it will be too late for you to see that you should never started." What kind of riddle is that?" she go back to the Marina! "Letter get to bed," he said. Left the dugout and went to creepit old barn and found blankets Packrat Purdy had. He gathered these up. By some he returned to the dugout the lantern had been extinguished, and he heard the softness of Laura in the bunk was stirred by her nearness thought this an odd thing, remembering that she was a part of invisible wall that barred everywhere in the Bootjack. Spread the blankets by the way and shucked out of his hands and chaps and unlatched on belt. He climbed into the beds and lay in the darkness held at last, softly, "Laura?" is? Don't you tell me why it is important to get Packrat jail? You wanted him gone I showed up to talk to him. What it?" Signed. "Maybe it was be-Flint Manning and Doc Moore were very good friends ago." That's that got to do with it?" long silence. Then: "Good Cole." (To Be Continued) Syndicate. Building for Week Hits Total of $50,180 Building permits issued in Anaheim for the week ending Friday totaled $50,180 Inspector Homer Wallace of the local building department revealed today. Permits to construct three homes on Wedgwood Drive were granted by Wallace. Largest home to be built was issued to Donald Rees, 1453 Wedgewood Drive for a cost of $18,000 while permits each of $15,000 went to B. J. Rye at 1464 Wedgewood and to Daws and Graupensperger at 1421 Wedge wood Drive. Other permits were issued to John O'Kane at 852 North West St. for relocation of a garage for $3500; to Dr. Warren M. Hollings worth for construction of a garage at 201 North Rose St. for $880; to R. R. Schmidt at 225 North Rose St., for the addition of a kitchen for $800; Building permits for both residential and commercial construction have topped the $9,570,165 mark for the first eight months of this year, Inspector Wallace has revealed. MANY SPECIALS Botts Nursery LANDSCAPE CONTRACTOR We Give and Redeem Gold Bond Stamps 1236 Lincoln Ave. em Vn. 5456 HOUSES BOUGHT FOR CASH HOUSES FOR SALE at Stanton House Movers Corner Orangethorpe & Stanton BUENA PARK Phone Buena Park 369 THE SAINT THE FANS WILL FORGIVE YOU FOR HAVING A NO-GOOD BROTHER, BUT NOT FOR BEING A HEEL YOURSELF! WHAT ELSE AM I LET JOE NEMO TERPOLICE WHERE HES HIDING? Saturday, September 5, 1853 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN by Fred Meagh GIVE ME MY GUN...HE STOLE MY SALLY..BY THE REDMAN'S LAW I MUST KILL HIM! HE MUST BE PUNISHED! HE STOLE MY SALLY!! I WOULDN'T SAY THAT THE SIoux STOLE HERE CHANCES ARE THEY ASSIGNED HER TO HIS STRING OF SQUAWS AND THERE WASN'T MUCH HE COULD DO ABOUT IT! WELL THAT'S NOTHING TO BE UNHAPPY ABOUT! YOU DON'T KNOW MY WIFE, PETE! SHE KEEPS ME BROKE TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE JONES NOW SHELL FIGURE THAT WE CAN APPORD TO GO INTO DEBT ON A LARGER SCALE! by Carl Gruber by McEvoy and Striebel by McEvoy and Striebel YOU'D THINK AFTER ALL THAT MOM WOULDN'T WANT ME NEAR TH' DISHES! TED SAYS HE WILL TRY FOR BOTH THE BASEBALL AND THE FOOTBALL TEAMS...HE'S READ A LOT AND BEENS LIKE A GOOD STUDENT--NICE MANERS. HE SHOULD BE A REAL ADDITION TO YOUR SCHOOL CROWD I SAY-HE'S A TOTAL LOSS WHAT GOOD IS A NEW BOY AROUND HERE WHO HATES GIRLS? OH, OH! C'MON, BETTY I SEE AN EMPTY SEAT! GALLOPING GRAVS: HE'S GOING IN TO ATTACK EDGAR! THAT'S WHAT WE WERE TRYING TO PREVENT, SUPERMAN! BOYS, WE HAVE A SAYING IN THIS COUNTRY THAT COVERS A STUATION LIKE THIS... WE SAY--MAY THE BEST MAN WIN! GLEEPERS BOOM CRACK!! WHAM! BIFF! by Wayne Boring GALLOPING GRAVS! HE'S GOING IN TO ATTACK EDGAR! THATS WHAT WE WERE TRYING TO PREVENT, SUPERMAN! BOYS, WE HAVE A SAYING IN THIS COUNTRY THAT COVERS A SITUATION LIKE THIS... WE SAY--MAY THE BEST MAN WIN! GLEEPERS! BOOM CRACK! WHAM! BIFF! by Ham Fisher BUT, KNOWBSY... I WANTA GO TO THE BETTER PLACES LIKE I'M USED TO... I DON'T WANTA GO TO NO DIVE! NOW LISSEN, DOT... DYVA GO OUT TBE WITH ME... OR TBE SEEN... WELL? OR MEBBE TSEE A CERTAIN INDIVIDJIL NAMED JIM BOWEN... WHY... WHY, HOW DARE YOU... WHO NEEDS JIM BOWEN... PHOOEY... HE GAVE ME... I MEAN I GAVED HIM THE AIR! by Leslie Charteris WHAT ELSE AM I IF I LET JOE NEMO TELL THE POLICE WHERE HES HIDING? WHAT ELSE ARE YOU IF YOU LET JOE NEMO PULL ANOTHER JOB--IN WHICH MORE PEOPLE MAY GET KILLED?