anaheim-bulletin 1954-06-17

Park Sightseeing Costs Going Up WASHINGTON — The price of sightseeing in national parks is going up, in some cases as much as 150 per cent. In some areas administered by the national park system, a fee has been imposed where none existed before. Secretary of Interior Douglas McKay announced the new price schedule today. He did it in response to a suggestion by the Budget Bureau "that the department should make an aggressive approach to the problem of increasing visitor fees in the National Park Service to a level more commensurate with the value of the privilege enjoyed." Changes in old fees go into effect June 16. New fees will be collected beginning July 1. Samples of the increased fees: Yellowstone National Park: Hitherto, a motor vehicle fee paid at Yellowstone entitled the holder to enter Grand Teton National Park without further payment; the holder of a Grand Teton permit could apply the amount of payment to his purchase of a Yellowstone permit. Now a fee is paid at each park. Yosemite National Park: 15-day permits for passenger cars and house trailers upped from $2 to $3. Annual permits which once cost $4 for passenger automobiles and $2 for house trailers now are $8. Glacier National Park plus Sequoia and Kings Canyon parks, both in California, will experience a comparable price rise. The joint fee arrangement for Sequoia and Kings Canyon is unchanged. A single automobile fee now is charged for entrance to Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park in Utah. The fee is unchanged it will be collected at each park. MONEY! Our loans make sense because we use common sense to fit them to your particular needs and income. Employed people welcome. Arrange for loan fast by phone, write, come in today. Loans $35 to $1000 Commonwealth LOAN COMPANY 101 E. CENTER STREET, (Cor. Los Angeles & Center St.), ANAHEIM Phoner KEystone 5-2202 + Ask for the Manager Loans made to residents of all surrounding towns Vacation Time is here! WARNING Don’t leave a note on your front law saying that you are not at home PHONE KE 5-605 THE ANAHEIM BULLETIN FOR A VACATION STOP THE ANAHEIM BULLETIN FOR A VACATION STOP ON YOUR NEWSPAPER WHILE YOU ARE AWAY Please Phone the Office—Do Not Give the Notice to Your Newsboy—Only Office Notices Will Be Honored THANK YOU, The CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT ANAHEIM BULLETIN Orange Forecast Shows Slight Gain WASHINGTON (UP)—The Agriculture Department estimates this season's orange crop will total $126,400,000 boxes. The estimate was up 3,700,000 from last month's forecast, with gains in Florida off-setting California losses. The June grapefruit crop estimate, 48,220,000 boxes, was up 3,000,000 boxes from last month's estimate because of Florida crop improvements. The Florida tangerine crop was estimated at 5,200,000 boxes. California lemon crop at 14,400,000 boxes, and Florida lime crop at 370,000, all the same as last month. The crop reporting board's orange estimate by states included California 33,600,000 boxes and Florida 90,700,000 boxes. The Grapefruit estimates included a 42,000,000 boxes in Florida and 2,200,000 in California. The condition of next season's orange crop was put at 79 per cent of normal, compared with 71 per cent the same time last year; tangerine crop 68 per cent, compared with 57 per cent; grapefruit 69 per cent, compared with 63 per cent, and the California lemon crop at 80 per cent, compared with 72 per cent last year. JEWELS IN THE MUD NEW HAVEN, Conn.—Three youngsters found a "buried treasure" on the banks of the West River Lagoon. They picked up about 50 pieces of jewelry from the muddy shore. Police said the jewelery might have been discarded by a frightened burglar. Jimmy Nelson Gets Own TV Show By JACK GAVER NEW YORK (UP)—Television viewers who have missed seeing Jimmy Nelson and his wooden sidekicks as a regular feature during the season just past will be pleased to learn that the youthful ventriloquist is slated for a new TV show of his own starting Sept. 14. Even now Nelson, Danny O'Day, Humphrey Higgsby and Farfel, the Rocket-Sled Rider Describes Sensibility LOS ANGELES (U) John P. Stapp, who reigned all land speed records 421 miles per hour sled, said today the seven-second trip was hit by a steam engine. Stapp, 43, became man on earth when the speed of 403 m.p.h. by John Cobb in a spat the Bonneville, Utah Stapp made his record Alamogordo, N. M. your front lawn not at home BULLETIN STOP By JACK GAVER NEW YORK (UP)—Television viewers who have missed seeing Jimmy Nelson and his wooden sidekicks as a regular feature during the season just past will be pleased to learn that the youthful ventriloquist is slated for a new TV show of his own starting Sept. 14. Even now Nelson, Danny O'Day, Humphrey Higsby and Farfel, the Dog, can be heard on a new Sunday night radio series on ABC called "Highway Frolic." His new TV show also will be carried by ABC under the title, "Take My Word." Jimmy and his cohorts are well remembered for dispensing television's most painless commercials weekly with the Milton Berle show on NBC when Milton was selling gasoline two seasons and more ago. The Nelson spot could be counted on to be entertaining even if Milton's script was less than masterful on occasion. Business Was "Therapeutic" The youthful Nelson—he looks even younger than his 25 years—says that he came by his business in a therapeutic manner. He was a timid, shy kid, and the family doctor recommended to his parents that he might try ventriloquism as a means of asserting himself through a dummy. "Even today, if someone asked me to get up and make a joke without Danny O'Day on my knee, I'd fall flat on my face," said the performer. "I regard Danny as a boy I envied when I was a youngster. He's snippy, precocious and likeable at the same time. He has all of the traits that I do not have. He's a subconscious other self, I suppose. "Humphrey Higsby is my old self, you might say. He's conservative, timid and overly polite. Even the way he's dressed—tweed knickers and cap — emphasizes what he is. Dog Is Moderator "Farfel may be the only talking dog in the world, but he doesn't seem to be too happy about the distinction. He is plaintive and apologetic, which also stems from my old self, but he serves another purpose. He's a sort of moderator, a leavening element. He's polite, but he reserves the right to disagree, as indicated by his favorite expression, 'I wouldn't say that.' He's useful in keeping Danny in control." Nelson isn't the one to break the "BULLETIN A STOP WSPAPER E AWAY Do Not Give the Only Office Honored ANK YOU, CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT BULLETIN "Farfel may be the only talking dog in the world, but he doesn't seem to be too happy about the distinction. He is plaintive and apologetic, which also stems from my old self, but he serves another purpose. He's a sort of moderator, a leavening element. He's polite, but he reserves the right to disagree, as indicated by his favorite expression, 'I wouldn't say that.' He's useful in keeping Danny in control." Nelson isn't the one to break the tradition of the manner in which ventriloquists regard their knee-perchers: "I regard them as being so alive that sometimes it's frightening. They all have basic personalities, you know. When I'm carrying on a conversation with the three of them, the talk is strictly automatic. I don't have to think that I'm speaking for myself, or for Danny, for Humphrey or Farfel. The right words and voices seem to come automatically. I don't think about it. I couldn't put a Humphrey-type speech into Danny's mouth, or vice versa, even if I really tried. "You can often twist human beings into doing what you want, but once a dummy gets his splinters into you, he's your master." Record $23,454,814 Given to 314 Cities SACRAMENTO (UP)—A new record total of $23,454,814 was appointed to 314 California cities for fiscal 1953-54, the state Public Works Department said today. The high total was brought about by 1½ cent increase in the state gasoline tax enacted by the 1953 legislature. The apportionment to cities was better than $1,000,000 more than last year, and ranged from $6,052-424 for Los Angeles to $447 to the city of Amador. State law requires 60 per cent of the money be spent on major city streets. And Todd's father and noble-looking robe, has intelligent face both frailty and strength; deliberate voice giving possible meaning to Joan could near him richer, for poorer...and in health...for worse...until death. What a promise that Joan made! But they had to gladly and without fear final solemn pronounce this ring I thee wed." Joan glanced down at it was there. Michael gotten it. Todd had not. And now the narrow gold told the world of new estate. "Joan." Betty, when picking up Joan's scathe came over to her. "coin. I found it in your Aren't you going to take?" "Oh, yes, of course opened her new hat (from an old collec Poster's) perched on head, a spotless w around the neck of her dress. "I see Todd comin Betty said now. 'Is gray suit he has on?' he took nice!" Joan joined Betty at Yes, there he was, sitting over the bank, wearing tie and green socks she out for him. "Handsome's the worst rected Betty. "Handsome is as he does." Then I don't worry. "No, you needn't. Betty turned toward Jo her arms tight around so happy for you! You don't you? And I'm the best of everything." Thanks," Betta. Ye Philippines Offer Rat-Killer Reward NEW YORK (UP)—If you can develop a better rat killer the Republic of the Philippines will beat a path to your door to pay you $50,000. The southern provinces of the Philippine islands have been overrun by rodents who have been growing fat on food crops while the Filipinos grow thinner, according to an announcement issued by the Philippine mission to the United Nations. The mission said the problem is so serious that President Ramon Magsaysay has set up by presidential decree an international contest to find a micro-organic rat killer. The prize is 100,000 Philippine pesos, which comes to $50,000 in cold American cash. Magsaysay has appointed a committee on rat control which will create a board of seven eminent scientists to determine the winner of the prize which is one of the largest scientific awards in recent years. The rat killer can be any micro-organism—virus, bacterium, bacillus or fungus—"capable of killing outright and exterminating rats that spread disease or destroy agricultural crops, products, foods, clothing and plants essential to the national economy and useful to the life, health and well-being of the people." With the well-being of the people in mind, the decree adds that the rat-killer should not be dangerous to livestock or plants. Would-be pied pipers should apply to Philippine consulates in New York, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle, New Orleans, and Washington for more detailed information, the U.N. mission said. Rocket-Sled Rider Describes Sensations LOS ANGELES (UP)—Lt. Col. John P. Stapp, who recently broke all land speed records by traveling 421 miles per hour in a rocket sled, said today the shock of the seven-second trip was "like being hit by a steam engine." Stapp, 43, became "the fastest man on earth" when he exceeded the speed of 403 m.p.h. set in 1947 by John Cobb in a special car on the Bonneville, Utah, salt flats. Stapp made his record run at Alamogordo, N.M. "The initial acceleration slacked of the prize which is one of the largest scientific awards in recent years. The rat killer can be any micro-organism—virus, bacterium, bacillus or fungus—"capable of killing outright and exterminating rats that spread disease or destroy agricultural crops, products, foods, clothing and plants essential to the national economy and useful to the life, health and well-being of the people." With the well-being of the people in mind, the decree adds that the rat-killer should not be dangerous to livestock or plants. Would-be pied pipers should apply to Philippine consulates in New York, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle, New Orleans, and Washington for more detailed information, the U.N. mission said. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS BY ELSIE HIX A FEMALE HALIBUT WEIGHTS UP TO 8 TIMES AS MUCH AS DOES HER NAME ... LINCOLN BEACHEY, shunt filenook OFF, FLEEN AND LANDED INSIDE A BUILDING! Palace of Machinery, San Francisco, Calif., 1915 THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES STARTED AND ENDED ON THE HOME GROUND OF THE GAME MAN! WHEN TROOPS TOOK UP THEIR POSITIONS ON THE FARM OF NUMBER McLEAN FOR THE BATTLE OF MANASSAS (Bull Run, July 21, 1861) HE MOVED HIS FAMILY John P. Stapp, who recently broke all land speed records by traveling 421 miles per hour in a rocket sled, said today the shock of the seven-second trip was "like being hit by a steam engine." Stapp, 43, became "the fastest man on earth" when he exceeded the speed of 403 m.p.h. set in 1947 by John Cobb in a special car on the Bonneville, Utah, salt flats. Stapp made his record run at Alamogordo, N. M. "The initial acceleration slacked off after the sled began to roll," Stapp explained. "And when the rockets burned out I was 'coasting' at 421 miles per hour. The first permanent white settlement in Michigan was made by Father Jacques Marquette with the founding of Sault Ste. Marie in 1168. Bulletin War Ads Bring Results Joan Foster, Bride By Alice Ross Colver CHAPTER THIRTEEN JOAN was in a dream. It was a dream that she wanted to fix in her memory. The church had been so beautiful! In a single flashing moment she had seen it. The walls a pale dusty pink, the window-panes a deeper rose, with here and there a square of aqua or deep purple. All the woodwork alabaster white save the mahogany pews and the pulpit. And that long scarlet hanging, gold embroidered, suspended above the altar. Diane had been so right to keep the flower decorations white. She had banked potted white rhodendrons at the base of the pulpit. In the windows, one the deep sills, she had put white roses and up on the altar there had been more white roses against the scarlet hanging, with tall white candles in tall brass holders on either side. And Todd's father. So dignified and noble-looking in his black robe, his intelligent face showing both frailty and strength, his calm, deliberate voice giving the fullest possible meaning to every word. Joan could near him now. "—for ricer, for poorer . . . in sickness and in health . . . for better, for worse . . . until death do us part." What a promise that had been to make! But they had both made it gladly and without fear. Then the final volume came out. And a million thanks for all the help you've given me. Today and yesterday and the day before." She gave Betty a quick little squeeze. "If I don't see Diane—and I won't, I guess, because we'll dash for it—do please tell her for me how perfectly beautiful I think she made the church and the table out on the grass, will you?" "Yes, I will." "And be sure and save me a piece of my own wedding cake. I didn't have a crumb." "You were too excited. And too busy." "I know I was. And say goodbye to Elaine and Don for me." Betty nodded. "I think I hear Todd on the stairs, Jo, so I'll go let him in. Oh, here's your bouquet. You have to throw it, you know." "Thanks." Joan took it from her and Betty moved across the room to open the door for Todd. "My wife in here?" "She is!" Betty replied, and slipped out past him. "Jo-Jo!" "Come in, Todd." She walked toward him, a lovely radiant figure. As she reached him, she lifted a hand and touched her little corsage. "Thanks for this. It's darling." "So are you," he said, a sudden husky note in his voice. "Mother!" Joan called suddenly. "Yes, darling?" "Good-by, Mother! Thank you for everything! All the years—" As she had been in the entry of the church before the ceremony, so now Joan was suddenly overcome by an unexpected rush of emotion. What had she been trying to do, anyway? Make a speech? Crazy! None was needed. Her mother knew. She always knew. Blowing a kiss across the space between them, hearing Todda's, "Steamy, Jo-Jo," she grew calm; and lifting her arm, she flung her bride's noosegay over the heads of those below her. She flung it without plan, not caring where it went. Diana caught it. With a cry she jumped high into the air, captured it and came back on her feet with her small face all a-sparkle. Joan nodded at her. "I guess you'll be the next, Di," she called. And then she was running, with Todda's hand firmly under her arm, down the stairs, through the throng and out under whirring clouds of confetti to the waiting jalopy. "Good-by! Good-by everybody!" Todd started the engine, there was a rattle of tin cans behind them, a shifting of gears—and the bride and groom were on their way. And Todd's father. So dignified and noble-looking in his black robe, has intelligent face showing both frailty and strength, his calm, deliberate voice giving the fullest possible meaning to every word. Joan could near him now. "—for ricner, for poorer . . . in sickness and in health . . . for better, for worse . . . until death do us part." What a promise that had been to make! But they had both made it gladly and without fear. Then the final solemn pronouncement. "With this ring I thee wed." Joan glanced down at it. Yes, it was there. Michael had not forgotten it. Todd had not fumbled it. And now the narrow circle of gold told the world of her proud new estate. "Joan," Betty, who had been picking up Joan's scattered clothes, came over to her. "Here's your coin. I found it in your slipper. Aren't you going to take it along?" "Oh, yes, of course." Joan opened her new handbag and pulled her change purse from it. "Drop it in here, please, Betta. I wouldn't forget Annie's gift for the world." On her way down the alley, she had seen old Annie. There she had been, proud as punch, in one of the family pews, a "new" black hat (from an old collection of Mrs. Foster's) perched on her gray head, a spotless white collar around the neck of her best black dress. "I see Todd coming, Jo-Jo," Betty said now. "Is that a new gray suit he has on? My, don't he look nice!" Joan joined Betty at the window. Yes, there he was, springing up over the bank, wearing the green tie and green socks she had picked out for him. "Handsome's the word," she corrected Betty. "Handsome is as handsome does." "Then I don't worry." "No, you needn't. Oh, Jo-Jo!" Betty turned toward Joan and put her arms tight around her. "I'm so happy for you! You know that, don't you? And I'm wishing you the best of everything. Forever." "Thanks," Betta. Yes, I know. "Thanks." Joan took it from her and Betty moved across the room to open the door for Todd. "My wife in here?" "She is!" Betty replied, and slipped out past him. "Jo-Jo?" "Come in, Todd." She walked toward him, a lovely radiant figure. As she reached him, she lifted a hand and touched her little corsage. "Thanks for this. It's darling." "So are you," he said, a sudden husky note in his voice. Just then there came from below the sound of people surging toward the house from the lawn outside. Betty's appearance must have been the warning signal. There were running footsteps along the veranda, the slam of the screen door opening into the living room voices. "Has she gone yet?" "Did she get away?" "She couldn't have. All the exits are guarded." "Someone said she would come down the front stairs, she wouldn't try to run." "I'm sure of it." Joan lifted starry eyes to Todd. "They're all waiting. We must go." He nodded. "They've fixed up our car for fair. Tm cans—old shoes—rice. Johnette did it. She and Don. They found it down in the garage where Mike thought he had hidden it so safely. And they brought it back. Pushed it the whole way. It's out in the drive beside the steps now. It's too late to do anything except take it, but we'll stop later and clean house.' Besides—" He grinned down at her. "I'm not proud. I don't mind if people guess you're my wife." "Well, thanks!" From the landing where she stood, she could see everybody, but her eyes were searching for just one person. Ah! There she was, away back at the edge of the crowd, keeping her distance. Why? Because, in fact, Joan had already begun her separate life! Because, from now on she knew she must never intrude but wait to be invited? Anyway, there she stood, serene and lovely in her purple gown. Joan nodded at her. "I guess you'll be the next, Dj," she called. And then she was running, with Todd's hand firmly under her arm, down the stairs, through the throng and out under whirring clouds of confetti to the waiting jalopy. "Good-by! Good-by everybody!" Todd started the engine, there was a rattle of tin cans behind them, a shifting of gears—and the bride and groom were on their way. An hour or so later Todd and Joan were still driving steadily northward under a sunset sky. Around them the land had lost its urban look. Cows moved with unhurried deliberation across rich green pastures and frogs could be heard chanting their rancous chorus. "Happy, Jo-Jo?" Couldn't be more so." Good." Silence fell. Todd drove on. Now they could see the hills looming darkly ahead of them and the road began to dip and climb and twist and turn. They could smell the good mixed smell of earth and animals and barnyards and fresh clean air. And every once in a while, when the frogs chorus was particularly loud, a thin scarf of mist drifted before their car from low places. "It's getting cooler," Todd said. Mrs. And the sunset's fading." A little. I don't remember eating a thing at our reception. I was too busy talking to people. I did have a glass of punch, though. Mike stuffed me with sandwiches when I went in to change my suit. They were sure good. But just the same, I wouldn't mind eating pretty soon. Any time. Silence again. They had stopped once, within a few blocks of home, to cut off the rattling tin cans and bouncing shoes. They had stopped again, a mile or so farther on, to rip away all the trailing white paper and rags. Except for the confetti and rice that lay in hoops inside the car and still stuck to their clothing, they were quite respectable. (To Be Continued)