anaheim-bulletin 1954-06-26

Pads Extend Streak To Seven Games By DON THACKREY United Press Sports Writer SAN FRANCISCO, (UP) — Lefty O'Doul and his San Diego Padres rolled a lucky seven in the Pacific Coast League last night but the Hollywood Stars refused to fade. The Padres made it seven victories in a string, four of them at the expense of the San Francisco Beals, but gained no ground as the Stars rolled over Seattle 7-3 to stay four and a half games away. San Diego's win over San FranHILGENFELD MORTUARY Faithful Courteous Service 120 E. Broadway, Anaheim PHONE KE 5-4105 cisco was an easy 12-1 waltz and made it six losses in a row for the Seals, who have gone from hot to not so hot. The Sacramento Solons replaced Seattle in the fifth spot on the league ladder with a 10-5 win from Los Angeles and Portland climbed nearer seventh place by edging past Oakland 2-1. The Padres tagged Tony Ponce with the loss as they teed off with 16 hits while Lloyd Dickey was tossing a four hitter, the best pitching performance of the night. Dick Faber homered for the winners in the seventh with one on. Up north meanwhile the Stars were getting a fine job of relief pitching from Forrest Main who went to the aid of Mel Queen in the fourth inning. Main blanked the Rainiers the rest of the way as his mates STRANGE AS IT SEEMS BY ELSIE HIX THERE ARE TINY BEETLES THAT THRIVE ON A DIET OF CAYENNE PEPPER ... DITHERS PREFER OPIUM, NICOTINE OR GTRYCHNINE! IT WAS CONCIDERED A DISGRACE IN 16TH CENTURY JAPAN IF THE MIKADO TOUCHED THE GROUND WITH HIGGIE FEET HE WAG CARRIED ON SERVANT'S SHOULDERS OUTSIDE THE PALACE ... DIGSIDE HE WALKED ON BEAUTIFULLY WOVEN MATE... IT WAS CONSIDERED A DISORACE IN 16TH CENTURY JAPAN IF THE MIKADO TOUCHED THE GROUND WITH HIS FEET HE WAS CARRIED ON SERVANT'S SHOULDERS OUTSIDE THE PALACE — DIVIDE HE WALKED ON BEAUTIFULLY WOVEN MATES — TWO SABRE JETS COLLIDED IN MIDAIR AND BOTH PILOTS BAILED OUT SAFELY — APTER PARACHUTING TO THE GROUND AND INTRODUCING THEMSELVES THEY FOUND THEY WERE FROM THE SAME AIR BASE — ONE WAS LT. THOMAS C. SMITH OF LEWISON, MA. THE OTHER LT. THOMAS E. SMITH OF SHINATER, OKLA. — Seoul, Korea, Dec. 27, 1953 — Joan Foster, Bride By Alice Ross Colver CHAPTER TWENTY ONE JULY. And summer settling down in a dry, hot heat wave that was unparalleled in the memories of everyone. Joan's apartment was unwaffable after 10 o'clock in the morning and it did not cool down until early midnight. But she hardly noticed the discomfort. For one thing, she was too happy in her unmolested solitude to think about the weather, and for another, she was too busy. Except for the heat, the days fell into pleasant pattern. After marketing, Joan went scouting for the antiques which she and Todd had decided to buy, carefully comparing all she saw and making copious notes. Then, on those afternoons when Todd came home early from his classes, they drove together to the different shops, bringing back with them in the trunk of the old jalopy the chairs or the table or the chest of drawers, or whatever she had earlier selected, pending his approval. By the end of July the big barn behind the Manse held all their treasures and in August their work began. For they had bought "as the rough," as the antique trade puts it. That is to say, everything needed refinishing. With the money thus saved, they were able to purchase more than watching the figure you cut. It's just that without a sanding machine or a sprayer, it's going to take us a long time. Yes, it was laborious, tedious, time-consuming work requiring infinite patience and unfailing enthusiasm. But they had helpers, too. Jack and Diane. This year Jack had charge of the same playground in Mapleton that Joan had managed before she went abroad and in this way he was earning money to help defray his college expenses. But he was through with his job by four o'clock, which was when Todd usually reached home, and as soon as he saw his brother-in-law in the driveway behind the Manse, he would drift over. Hardly five minutes later, Diane's smart little convertible would whip up the drive and out she would hop, wearing blue jeans rolled to her bare knees, with her silver-gilt hair neatly hidden in a kerchief, and her own putty knife stuck through her belt. "Need any more help?" she would ask. "I'm all ready for action!" And straightaway she would pitch in, cleaning and scraping and sanding as vigorously as if she were working on her own furniture. Jack laughed at her. and Diane are really seriously interested in each other." "I wouldn't be surprised." "They horse around a lot and call each other awful names and pretend to quarrel, but I do believe they're not fooling underneath." She paused. "They seem so young, though," she finished. Todd chuckled. "That from you, Grandma!" Joan made no answer for a moment. Surely it was only yesterday that Jack had been a small bright-eyed lad of twelve, watching and listening to Joan and her college friends home for a vacation. And now here he was six feet tall and a sophomore at college himself next fall. "Well, I am older," she said at last. "More than five years. That's a lot, anyway you look at it." And she gave a faint small sigh because life was rushing by so fast. Todd chuckled again. "All right, Methusaleh. But here's one consolation. I'm growing old with you." Not all the summer was spent in Mapleton. Once Joan took the car and drove up to see Betty in Poughkeepsie. She and Todd had stopped there on their way home from their wedding trip, but Betty and Joan had not met since and bleader tonight in an effort to play off their 13-inning scorele tie of last night in a Pacific Coast Girls' League game at Portland. The Portland City Council holding a special meeting today to ease an ordinance which requires that all games be halted at 11 p.m. The Lynx and Flowers also played a scoreless tie last Sunday, which was completed as part of a two-bill the following night. Johnna Moore and Bobbie McDaniel collected three hits apiece as the Lynx out-hit Portland, 8-4. Helen Maris saved the game the bottom of the 13th when she made a diving stab of Robbie Mukey's hard line drive with a runner on second base. Eloise Bielefeld handled the mound chores for Buena Park while Ruth Carlton twirled for Portland. The Lynx conclude their tour against the Portland-Pennants tomorrow night. together to the different shops, bringing back with them in the trunk of the old jalopy the chairs or the table or the chest of drawers, or whatever she had earlier selected, pending his approval. By the end of July the big barn behind the Manse held all their treasures and in August their work began. For they had bought "in the rough," as the antique trade puts it. That is to say, everything needed refinishing. With the money thus saved, they were able to purchase more than they otherwise could have. "The only cheaper thing," said Joan, "would be to buy auctions. And I don't know enough to do that, yet. Just wait, though, some day I will." Todd looked across at her. With a putty knife in her hand, she was crouched before a marble-topped commode in the shade of the barn, busily scraping off long wrinkled strips of the softened varnish that covered it. She was clad in blue shirt of Todd's hanging loose outside of them. Her bare feet were thrust into dilapidated moocasins. Peelings of the sticky goo did not always land in the crumpled newspaper she held in her other hand but fell, instead, on her. There was a smudge on her cheek. And a curl of red-gold hair, wet with perspiration, hung over one eye. "Why do you want to?" he asked curiously. "Because—" She blew at the dangling curl to get it out of her vision. "I've got ideas. This whole business intrigues me. It intrigues me mightily, Mr. Hunter. I hope it does you too." "Well, I don't know about 'mightily.' But I'll stay by you till we finish. It's the only way we'll ever get furniture, for one thing." And he made a wry face. "But you do like to use your hands, Todd. You said so." He came over to her, tucked the recalcitrant curl beneath the ribbon she wore around her head and, stopping, dropped a kiss on the end of her nose. "The only clean place," he told her. "Yes, I do, honey. Don't worry. I'm having fun. Especially smart little convertible would whip up the drive and out she would hop, wearing blue jeans rolled to her bare knees, with her silver-gilt hair neatly hidden in a kerchief, and her own putty knife stuck through her belt. "Need any more help?" she would ask. "I'm all ready for action!" And straightaway she would pitch in, cleaning and scraping and sanding as vigorously as if she were working on her own furniture. Jack laughed at her. He laughed at them all, including himself, for being such "dopes as to bother with all this broken-down junk." At which Joan invariably flashed to a quick defense. "That's all right! But we're not such 'dopes' as you think. This fiddleback maple chair that I paid ten bucks for will soon be worth twenty-five. No. my tad, this 'junk,' as you call it, is a sound investment and don't you forget it." "IInvestment in what? Time?" No, investment in solid security. Todd and I can't afford to buy stocks and bonds, but we can buy this stuff. A little at a time, I mean. So, though we're spending our money, we're getting it back, too. Double," she added, with emphasis. Not quite all the hot summer was spent in such toil, however. Sometimes the four of them—Diane and Jack, Joan and Todd—repaired to the Mapleton Club courts for a game of tennis. Sometimes they went to Diane's lovely place and enjoyed her swimming pool. Sometimes they did both. If it was late when they finally reached the grasse sward behind the high hedge where the pool lay, it did not matter. For what could be nicer than plunging into water iridescent under the sunset or silvery beneath the moonlight? Either way it was a perfect ending to a summer's day. It was on their way home from such an evening, after Jack had said he would walk back later, that Joan voiced to her husband a thought that had been with her for some time. "You know, Todd, I think Jack last." More than five years. That's a lot, anyway you look at it." And she gave a faint small sigh because life was rushing by so fast. Todd chuckled again. "All right, Methusaleh. But here's one consolation. I'm growing old with you." Not all the summer was spent in Mapleton. Once Joan took the car and drove up to see Betty in Poughkeepsie. She and Todd had stopped there on their way home from their wedding trip, but Betty and Joan had not met since and there was much news to be exchanged. The Andrews now owned a new small ranch-type house on the outskirts of the city. Mike had fenced in the back yard as a play place for wee Beth, and it was here, beneath the shade of an old apple tree, that the two girls ate their lunches from trays while the baby slept. "We're so lucky to have these three apple trees," Betty said. "The developer just ripped through with his buldozer and took out most of the orchard—this used to be all farm land around here, you know—but Mike and I fought to keep ours. Or I probably should say that Mike persuaded. He's a pretty good persuader," she finished proudly. "You're so lucky to have a home like this, Betta," Joan said. "I hope you know how lucky. Heavens! I can't imagine when Todd and I will be able to buy a house. Not for years and years, I'm afraid." "Oh, it won't be as long as that," Betty replied, in her comforting way. "It didn't take us long as we had expected." "But Mike's in business; Betty." Joan's tone held a rare note of anxiety. "He's in a simply huge company where the policy is fixed. He has regular raises and hospitalization and sick leave and a pension system and I don't know what else. I can't remember half you told me. But he has things he can count on and a future in which to grow and increase his earnings." "Don't teachers have all those things, too?" (To Be Continued) GAMES MITT FIFTH AS TON SETS ATHLON MARK Schmitt, former Anaheim star, finished fifth in the AAU pentathlon at Occi-college yesterday with a point of 2694. Norton, Schmitt's Occi-teammate, racked up a new high of 3400 points as he was event for the fourth successive year. Portland Play ning Scoreless Tie Park's Lynx and the Flowers will play at dourner tonight in an effort to their 13-inning scoreless last night in a Pacific Coast league game at Portland. Portland City Council is a special meeting today to ordinance which requires games be halted at 11 p.m. and Flowers also played less tie last Sunday, which completed as part of a twin following night. Moore and Bobbie Mc-collected three hits. MAY START — Dave Stephenson, who is returning tonight from Boys' State at Sacramento, may take his first starting assignment of the season for the Anaheim Junior Legionnaires when they face Garden Grove in a practice game at La Palma Park tomorrow at 2 p.m. JR. LEGION NINE Bloomer Girls Bow to Laguna Beach, 15-11 Anaheim's Bloomer Girls bowed to Laguna, 15-11, in their Orange Empire League opener at City Park last night. Anaheim held a 10-6 lead going into the sixth, but with Bloomer Girl subs holding the fort, Laguna pushed over nine runs in the final two innings to take the decision. Kathy Hathway was the heavy slugger for the Bloomer Girls. She amacked a grand-slam home run in the fifth inning and knocked in another pair of runs with a double. The locals journey to Buena Park for their second league encounter next Friday night. Score by Innings Laguna Beach ... 105 006 3—18 Anaheim ... 402 041 0—11 Newinger and Black; Hathaway, Nipp and Richards. Tomorrow's Tides (Adjusted to Balboa, Newport Bay, Tomorrow) Low tides — 2:16 a.m. (0.7 ft.); 1:05 p.m. (2 ft.). High tides — 8:41 a.m. (3.4 ft.); 7:39 p.m. (4.6 ft.). Monday Low tides -- 3:04 a.m. (1.2 ft.); 2 p.m. (2.1 ft.). High tides — 9:37 a.m. (3.6 ft.); 8:28 p.m. (6.8 ft.). WOLVERINE STATISTICS LANSING, Mich. (P) — A survey undertaken by Michigan State College's Bureau of Research shows that 5.2 per cent of America's vacation travelers come to Michigan. Researchers said that such vacation party includes 3.1 persons, stays 12.3 days and spends $286. DEMONSTRATION—Allen annual clinic at City Park Jean Williams and Barsonal attention by Miss in a demonstration mas MAY START — Dave Stephenson, who is returning tonight from Boys' State at Sacramento, may take his first starting assignment of the season for the Anaheim Junior Legionnaires when they face Garden Grove in a practice game at La Palma Park tomorrow at 2 p.m. JR. LEGION NINE HOSTS G. GROVE IN PRACTICE TILT Anaheim's Junior Legion nine, which lost to Pullerton, 5-3, in a sudden-death playoff game for the Northrn Division title Thursday will face Garden Grove of the Southern Division in a practice game at La Palma Park Sunday. Coach Dave Hernandez plans to keep his players busy with a practice schedule throughout the month of July in preparation for the ninth annual Anaheim Junior Legion Tournament, which is tentatively slated to start early in August. Dave Stephenson, mainstay of the staff last year, will probably get his first starting mound assignment for the locals. He has appeared only once and then briefly in a relief role. Stephenson started the season late because of a fractured ankle suffered during the high school season. He was not able to pitch last weekend or in the game against Pullerton because of attending Boys' State in Sacramento. Hernandez will undoubtedly use several of the younger members of the squad to give them experience that will stand them in good stead in future seasons. Intermediate Classes Start at Anahi Plunge Swimming classes for intermediate and advanced students will be held at the Anaheim High plunge, beginning next Monday, under the direction of Dick Glover. Instructors will include Gerie Glover, who is attending a special Red Cross aquatics school at Catalina this week and Tommy Schmitt. The courses are co-sponsored by the Red Cross and the Anaheim Swimming classes for intermediate and advanced students will be held at the Anaheim High plunge, beginning next Monday, under the direction of Dick Glover. Instructors will include Gerie Glover, who is attending a special Red Cross aquatics school at Catalina this week and Tommy Schmitt. The courses are co-sponsored by the Red Cross and the Anaheim Recreation Department and Red Cross certificates will be issued to those completing the course. Registrations will not be accepted from anyone who has not passed the beginners swimming test or its equivalent. A registration fee of $3 is charged to cover the cost of the lessons, which will continue through Aug. 14. Daily schedule: 8:30 a.m. to 9:30 a.m.—Intermediate and swimmers. 9:30 a.m. to 19:30 a.m.—Intermediate and swimmers. 10:30 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.—Ballet and pattern swimming. 11:30 a.m. to 1 p.m.—Junior and senior life saving and diving. 1 p.m. to 2 p.m.—Intermediate and swimming. Collyer Gains Highest Awards as Jr. Rifleman WASHINGTON, D.C. — William Dale Collyer, 18, of Anaheim became one of America's top junior riflemen it was announced here today by the National Rifle Association of America as the young shooter was awarded the Distinguished Rifleman Medal, highest junior rifle shooting award in the nation. The new distinguished shooter is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Elbert W. Collyer, 1262 California Pl., Anaheim, California and attends Anaheim Union High School. Results Are It: Proof of Newspaper Circulation. DEMONSTRATION—Alice Marble, one of the all-time greats of women's tennis, presented her third annual clinic at City Park yesterday. Here, Miss Marble, right, is pictured with left to right, Floyd Baker, Jean Williams and Barry Ryan. Following the clinic, in which more than 125 youngsters were given personal attention by Miss Marble, Baker and Miss Williams teamed up to whip Miss Marble and Ryan, 6-3, in a demonstration match. (Bulletin photo) DEMONSTRATION—Alice Marble, one of the all-time greats of women's tennis, presented her third annual clinic at City Park yesterday. Here, Miss Marble, right, is pictured with left to right, Floyd Baker, Jean Williams and Barry Ryan. Following the clinic, in which more than 125 youngsters were given personal attention by Miss Marble, Baker and Miss Williams teamed up to whip Miss Marble and Ryan, 6-3, in a demonstration match. (Bulletin photo) Vacation Time is here! WARNING Don’t leave a note on your front lawn saying that you are not at home. PHONE KE 5-6051 THE ANAHEIM BULLETIN FOR A 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 Honorec THANK YOU, The CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT