anaheim-bulletin 1955-07-09

Editorial Page Saturday, July 9, 1955 Anaheim (Cal.) Bulletin — 5 Religious Renaissance The Rev. Edward L. R. Elson, pastor of the Presbyterian church in Washington regularly attended by President Eisenhower, sees a religious renaissance in the making in America . . . He points to growing church membership rolls, which he says now total around 85 million adults. While the nation spends many billions annually for national defense, it also is spending huge amounts for new church buildings. Other signs of religious awakening throughout the country listed by the minister include evidences of a new earnestness on the part of college and university students, more time and space given to religion by radio and television stations, newspapers and magazines, and more religious education . . . All of this is offered as evidence of a new age of faith, (and) . . . it is most cheering after so much has been said and written about national moral decline. The expanding popularity and turning to religion of which Dr. Elson speaks means that the hopes of the world grow brighter.—Joplin (Mo.) Globe. Four Birthday Forecast By STELLA SATURDAY, JULY 9 – Born today, your demand for independent initiative and action does not, to any great degree restrict your ability to cooperate realistically with others. You have tact and diplomacy and know how to make people like you and do what you want. This aspect of leadership is very apt to bring you to an early success. In addition, you have that "sixth" sense that seems to give you the ability to outguess others and recognize the exact moment to act advantageously. this may not express itself by your entering the church — although it might—you will always operate under an especially high standard of ethics. You are rather strict in your tenets and expect those who do follow you, to follow you completely and without question. You command love and respect from others. They are always bringing their problem to you for solution for you can always give such excellent advice. On the other hand, you of OTHMAN'S VIEWST As Soon as Ike Sig Paper Money in U.S. WASHINGTON—As soo President Eisenhower affi proper squiggle to House lation 619 all the paper printed henceforth will s God We Trust. Then, If Sen. Francis (R., S.D.) has his way, $1 bill will bear the poof George Washington, T. Jefferson, Theodore Roo and Abraham Lincoln, as tured by Gutzon Borglum side of a South Dakota c In the 7,147th bill intro in the House since January Dante B. Fascell (D. Fla.) cut the tax on beer pro by small breweries. Then could cut prices and mayb pete better with the big producers of lager. The Senate, meantime, passed and sent to the H resolution calling for ther ernment to help resurve Mason-Dixon line between aware and Maryland, wh runs mostly north and s What I mean by these amples of business, before lawgivers is that they're t now of closing shop, turni the air coolers and going four weeks from today. I do, they'll leave several g and would-be laws for gr into wastepaper. Such a lost cause prewould be House Bill 718 Rep. Abraham J. Multe N.Y.) to take the stripe blank tax returns. You re ber those. When the InRevenue service mailed blanks to poor folks, the red stripes. Richer ones, higher incomes, got y stripes, while farmers regreen. This was helpful to the in the Tax Bureau wha came to assorting returns; so was helpful to the busy who could peek into any LIBRA (Sept. 24-Oct. 23) – The stars are on your side. All you have to do, to make them bring what you want, is to carry out your objective. SCORPIO (Oct. 24-Nov. 22) – Some healthful recreation in the great outdoors will benefit you immeasurably. SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23-Dec. 22) – Tailor your athletics to your capacity. If city-bred, take it easy or you could do more harm than good! CAPRICORN (Dec. 23-Jan. 20) – If you are willing to make a minor compromise, then you can have full and complete domestic harmony. AQUARIUS (Jan. 21-Feb. 19) – Get some rest as well as recreation today. Don’t attempt to do too much, entertaining. PISCES (Feb. 20-Mar. 20) – This can be one of those splendid mid-summer days when complete joy and happiness seems possible. ARIES (Mar. 21-Apr. 20) – If out of town, get an early start home or your benefits of rest are dissipated by driving in heavy traffic. TAURUS (Apr. 21-May 21) – You may want to set the day for a wedding, if you have accepted the challenge of romance. GEMINI (May 22-June 21) – This is a neutral day and if you are diomatic, any slightest disagreement can be easily arbitrated. (Copyright, 1955, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) SUNDAY, JULY 10—Born today, you are a strong personality and can leave your mark upon the world. Your ideas are original. And, although you may have to face opposition, it is important that you carry out your plans to their ultimate termination. If you persist, you will win fame and perhaps a fortune as well. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature and although make sure that you make the right move at the right time. SCORPIO (Oct. 24-Nov. 22) — Financial matters should be in excellent aspect now. Make a move important to your future. SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23-Dec. 22) — It would not pay for you to be too adventuresome when it comes to contemplating a business deal. CAPRICORN (Dec. 28-Jan. 20) — Your emotions could betray you and get you into real trouble if you don’t watch out! Keep on guard. AQUARIUS (Jan. 21-Feb. 19)—Be sure that any expansion of business interests is based on a very sound premise before you go ahead. PISCES (Feb. 20-Mar. 20)—An investment of a good humored attitude in solving a tangled situation could end up in added good will for you. ARIES (Mar. 21-Apr. 20)—Every thing will go well enough if you act on reason, not impluse, today. Dont’ jump off the deep end! TAURUS (Apr. 21-May 21)—You will need to devote all your energy and interest to matters of important business just now. GEMINI (May 22-June 21)—Aspects are generally favorable for you and any jipsets will be due only to your own miscalculations. (Copyright, 1955 by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) Farmer McCabe July 9, 1955 Ordinarily I’m as alert on Common Sense as a cat at a gopher hole; how some ever, fer the life of me I jest can’t see how eighteen feet of garden hose can disappear into the ground...maybe the Boogerman Is gettin’ closer to us than we think. Farmer McCabe (all rights reserved) OUR FRONT LINE ENEMY CAMP U.S. DEFENSE BERDANIER Kaltenborn BY H. V. ROLF AS THE TIME FOR level Geneva meeting, es, the West grow while Soviet weakne apparent. Yet no West has talked publicly y sian weakness. It ha for Communist lead phasize Soviet diffie denying that they ex French say—"he wi himself—accuses him. Nikita Kruschev and Bulganin not only br cedent by coming to 4th party at the Am bassy, but Stalin's s Secretary-General of munist Party deliver ly speech in which h success for the Genev also warned the West pose that the Soviet proaches this meeting of weakness in he economy. He insisted sia is not hobbling o leg." The final Stassenen Congress on East-West only shows how Sovi with the free world d ued to slip, but also some insight on the e of Soviet economy, news of the report ca chev to deny the e which he thereby em IN REPEATEDSoviet agriculture and Krushchev himself h pointed out that plan are not being realized nothing the Soviet U more than a period o tranquility in which l fer some of the ener THMAN'S VIEWS As Soon as Ike Signs House Resolution 619 Paper Money in U.S. Will Say ‘In God We Trust’ WASHINGTON—As soon as resident Eisenhower affixes the paper squiggle to House Resolution 619 all the paper money intended henceforth will say, In God We Trust. Then, If Sen. Francis Case, S.D.) has his way, every bill will bear the portraits George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln, as sculpted by Gutzon Borglum on the face of a South Dakota cliff. On the 7,147th bill introduced the House since January, Rep. Monte B. Fascell (D. Fla.) would raise the tax on beer produced in small breweries. Then they would cut prices and maybe combine better with the big-time producers of lager. The Senate, meantime, has issued and sent to the House a resolution calling for the government to help resurvey the Jason-Dixon line between Delaware and Maryland, where it is mostly north and south. What I mean by these examples of business before the robbery is that they're talking now of closing shop, turning off air coolers and going home for weeks from today. If they'll leave several thousand would-be laws for grinding no wastepaper. Much a lost cause probably would be House bill 7155, by Rep. Abraham J. Multer (D., D.) to take the stripes off junk tax returns. You remember those. When the Internal Revenue service mailed the bills to poor folks, they had stripes. Richer ones, with other incomes, got yellow tapes, while farmers received them. This was helpful to the clerks at the Tax Bureau when it came to assorting returns; it always helped to the busybodies, could peek into any mailbox. HOLLYWOOD Hollywood Now Has ‘Blue-Cross’ For Its Animals By ALINE MOSBY United Press Hollywood riter HOLLYWOOD (UP)—Hollywood has pioneered pet cemeteries and a dude ranch for dogs, and now comes the world's fastest pet hospital and the first "Blue Cross" for four-footed patients. Only in this land of palm trees and sunshine can dogs and cats apply for Blue Cross-type health insurance at $20 a year, beginning July 15. When they get sick or need their toe nails clipped, they can be driven in an ambulance with a siren and two-way radio to the plushiest pet hospital in the land. This "polyclinic hospital for pets" and "pet health plan" are the inspirations of a group including movie star Glen Ford, ex-vice producer Ed Lewis and William Bowman, former head of California's Blue Shield hospital plan for two-footed patients. Special Kitchen The pet hospital will feature a drug store for dogs and cats headed by an "animal pharmacist", an x-ray laboratory, 13 wards with 680 "beds", a full-time animal pathologist and a dietary expert with a special kitchen. On a closed-circuit television set student veterinarians can watch a surgeon operate on some rare animal case, just like on "Medic." Two-footed visitors will be regulated. They can see their pet patients only on the closed-circuit TV set or through one-way windows into the 13 wards, so the dogs and cats can recuperate undisturbed. Ford (a two-dog man) and his colleagues announced their plan at a press conference where a model of the $450,000 new hospital was displayed. to take the stripes off bank tax returns. You remember those. When the Internal venue service mailed the links to poor folks, they had stripes. Richer ones, with other incomes, got yellow tapes, while farmers received en. This was helpful to the clerks at the Tax Bureau when it deo to assorting returns; it alwas helpful to the busy bodies, so could peek into any mallard and get a pretty good idea how much money their neighers earned. Now, if Congress gets as per schedule, it looks CROSSWORD PUZZLE Answer to Yesterday's Puzzle ACROSE 1- Long, loose garment 2- Cuts off short 3- Originate of 4- Chief of Visigoths 5- Japanese 6- Day of the week 7- Likely 8- Poem by Homer 9- Title of respect 10- Entreaty 11- Entrance in middle 12- Diness 13- Excavating 14- Strike 15- Grain (pl.) 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It has remained for Communist leaders to emphasize Soviet difficulties by denying that they exist. As the French say—"he who excuses himself—accuses himself." Nikita Kruscnev and Premier Bulganin not only broke all-precedent by coming to the July 4th party at the American Embassy, but Stalin's successor as Secretary-General of the Communist Party delivered a friendly speech in which he predicted success for the Geneva talks. He also warned the West not to suppose that the Soviet Union approaches this meeting on a basis of weakness in her domestic economy. He insisted that "Russia is not hobbling on a broken leg." The final Stassen report to Congress on East-West trade not only shows how Soviet trade with the free world has continued to slip, but also gives us some insight on the weak spots of Soviet economy. No doubt news of the report caused Krushchev to deny the weakness, which he thereby emphasized. IN REPEATED appeals to Soviet agriculture and industry, Krushchev himself has recently pointed out that planned quotas are not being realized. There is nothing the Soviet Union needs more than a period of peace and tranquility in which it can transfer some of the energy and investment which have grown into leaders to accept over-night German unification, arms reduction, complete freedom for East-West trade, or a Formosa settlement. But it now seems certain that the Russians will bring to Geneva a determination to make some progress in the solution of each one of these four problems. That is why President Eisenhower has recently permitted himself to become more optimistic about his imminent journey to Switzerland. His hopeful comments have produced a friendly echo in Moscow. BUT THE WEST would make a sad mistake if it assumed that because Russian consumers are getting a poor deal, Kremlin leaders will feel compelled to give them a better one with our help. Again and again, famine has been permitted to ravage whole provinces in the Soviet Union. Entire populations have been moved thousands of miles as a precaution or by way of punishment. At least ten million Soviet citizens remain in forced labor camps. There is no sign that the Kremlin leaders have abandoned either fundamental Communist aims or the underlying principles and purposes of Marxian communism. For the time being they have changed their tactics with regard to the free world. For the moment they are willing to substitute conciliation for challenge, cooperation for defiance and soft speech for provocation. We have every right and reason to take advantage of this change of mood while it lasts. spies and agents to undermine existing governments, while seeking to export its own political doctrines. There may be less of this in the next decade, but the triumph of the Party in other countries remains the dominant purpose of the Communist leaders. It could not be otherwise unless they turned their backs upon a creed which has proved strong enough to annex a dozen countries and some eight hundred million people. Compared with what communism has achieved in a single decade, its present economic difficulties are a very minor matter. Soviet leaders have every right to assert that they can afford to bare their present weaknesses in view of their over-all strength. Let us not delude ourselves with the thought that we are going to receive major concessions at Geneva. Bulganin and Molotov will come to Switzerland prepared to give way on minor points. They want more East-West trade and so do we. They would like to move towards a solution of the problems of German unity and so would we. They want to spend on armaments and so do we. They approve the present lack of fighting in the Formosa area and so do we. IT SHOULD, therefore, be possible to progress towards agreement on all these points. Complete agreement will never be reached so long as the Soviet Union believes in communism and the West believes in the democratic way of life. But the time may be near when the cold war can become a cold peace. (Copyright 1955, General Features Corp.) THE BOSS OF BROKEN SPUR By—Nick Sumner CHAPTER GIVING Rusty barely time to pull the shirt over his head, Margie led them down a back stairway. As they followed her, she gave them their explanation in swift words stripped of emotion. "Somebody stopped Wharton for good. They found him in the alley back of the Longhorn this morning with two bullets in his back. His father's gone clean crazy. He's brought his whole crew into town, and they're rounding up all the saloon bums and hard-casses in town, getting them drunk and working them up to a lynching." "But why me?" Rusty protested. "Just cause I had a run-in with him last night—who hasn't? They think I'd shoot a man in the back?" "They found your lucky medal by his body." Rusty's hand went to his breast-pocket and came out as empty as his bewildered face. "It's not there. How—the?" "Figure it out," Margie snapped. "Later. When you're a long way from here." "An' do they figure Kerry in on it, too?" "I told you there were two bullets—and he was with you last night." They were in the alley now. Two saddled horses stood pawing the dirt, and the two men swung up quickly. "Stick to back ways till abandoned either fundamental Communist aims or the underlying principles and purposes of Marxian communism. For the time being they have changed their tactics with regard to the free world. For the moment they are willing to substitute conciliation for challenge, cooperation for defiance and soft speech for provocation. We have every right and reason to take advantage of this change of mood while it lasts. FOR GENERATIONS we lived in peace with an imperialistic-minded Czarist dictatorship. It will be more difficult, but not impossible, for us to learn to live with the Soviet regime. We must, of course, always remember that today the Kremlin not only holds to the Czarist purpose of expansion, but it also uses the Communist tactics of boring from within. It employs kind o' hankiness once for yourself ever been there? "I just came from there," Kerry said slowly. "Well, if you don't cotton to the notion o' going back—" Rusty left the sentence in the air. Kerry sensed that the red-head suspected he might have pressing reasons for not wanting to go back, and felt sure he'd never ask. A lot of things crowded together in his head—Sandy's talk the other night, Rob's face in their last quarrel, Christie's hair with the sun on it, Wayne Cameron's ice-grey eyes. "You ever try to ride away from yourself, Rusty?" "Can't say I have. Don't sound right sensible t'me." Kerry laughed. "Maybe you're right, partner. All right, Texas is!" Joe Larrabee and his family were sitting late over supper. It was one of the days when Molly was feeling a little better, and she had dragged herself to the table, over Joe's protests. But it was good, like old times, to have her there. With the flickering oil lamp disguising the pallor and hollowness of her cheeks, he could almost imagine her looking the way she used to look. Nothing could disguise the thinness of her voice, but, excited by the small adventure of being 'out of bed,' she had laughed and made jokes quite as months now, an 'no trouble from Mallory. He doesn't want to fight no moke nor we do, if we'll let him alone." "I don't believe it," Tim scowled. "He's got somethin' up his sleeve. I don't trust him no more'n I would a rattlesmake." "Hush now," Joe ordered sternly. "Don't be putting ideas in your ma's head." Tim obeyed, with a look that showed plainly he had been silenced, not convinced. "Sure," Molly laughed softly, "Timmy's got the bad humor on him because he'd sooner be with his girl than with us—an' who's to blame him for that? The time you were courtin' me, you'd not have been wastin'a fine summer night with the old folks, would you, Joe?" "That I would not," Joe agreed with a chuckle. Molly's wasted hand rested lightly on her son's big arm. "You're a good boy to be stayin' home with your old ma, son. An' need we," she demanded gaily, "be sittin' around like three corpses at a wake? Give us some music, Joe." As Joe got up to get his old banjo, Tim exclaimed, "Did you hear somethin'?" "Like what?" "A kind o' crunchin' noise, like somebody sneakin' up round the house." "I heard nothing. But your ears are sharper than mine, son." Joe "Figure it out," Margie snapped. "Later. When you're a long way from here." "An' do they figure Kerry in on it, too?" "I told you there were two bullets—and he was with you last night." They were in the alley now. Two saddled horses stood pawing the dirt, and the two men swung up quickly. "Stick to back ways till you're out of town, and stay wide of the saloons. That's where Wharton's gang are. Let me hear from you as soon as you can, Rusty, and don't try to come back till I send you word that it's all right. Promise?" For just a moment the face she turned up to him was desolate; then she gave him her smile. For once Rusty seemed to have run out of words, as he bent from the saddle and kissed her. The last Kerry saw of her, she was smiling with wet, bright eyes. It was a picture, he felt, that he would be seeing for a long time. You could ride a pretty long trail without finding anything better than that at the end of it. But somehow the picture kept getting mixed up in his mind with another one—a tall girl on horseback, with silvery-fair hair like a crown, and ice-blue eyes. A couple of miles out of town, they reined in their horses and looked at each other. "I never thought we'd make it this easy," Kerry said. "Well, Kerry, I dunno 'bout you, but I'd been hangin' round that town long enough for one stretch. Beginnin' to get monotonous." "That's one way of putting it." Kerry said drily. "I hadn't been around that long, but I got the idea the air of Dodge City wouldn't agree with me. Gives me a kind of tight feeling around the neck." Rusty's grin widened. "You'll do to take along; Kerry. What say we travel together for a spell?" "Suits me." In two days, Kerry had developed a strong liking for this soft-voiced, easy-smilling red head. "Well, where do we head for?" Kerry shrugged. "Till leave it to you." "They say there's a lot o' country down in Texas. Always had a were sitting late over supper. It was one of the days when Molly was feeling a little better, and she had dragged herself to the table, over Joe's protests. But it was good, like old times, to have her there. With the flickering oil lamp disguising the pallor and hollowness of her cheeks, he could almost imagine her looking the way she used to look. Nothing could disguise the thinness of her voice, but, excited by the small adventure of being out of bed, she had laughed and made jokes quite as she used to do, and after the meal was cleared away, she had insisted on filling Joe's pipe for him. Now he sat smoking with one of her hands in his, and Tim across the table. A moment like this was reward for the promise he'd made, and kept, even if the keeping hadn't been easy. The other nester who looked to him for leadership couldn't understand why he hadn't pressed his claim on Broken Spur. He knew some of them thought Mallory had broken his nerve, and that was tough for his pride to swallow. But the hardest part had been to hold Tim back. When he looked at his son's black-browed face, a little sullen as it mostly was these days, he had to press Molly's thin hand hard to remind himself that it was all for her. Tim was bitter against Mallory; that was the trouble. When a young fellow had a girl like Lita Dawson in his head, you couldn't expect to find senses here, too; the two things didn't go together. He thought the Broken Spur boss was bothering Lita against her will. Joe had his own shrewd doubts about that, which he was too wise to voice to his son. No one could open a man's eyes about a woman he wanted, except the woman herself. But he and Tim had quarrelled over the matter of carrying the fight to Broken Spur, and that left a bitter taste in his mouth: they'd never quarrellled before. He'd finally had his way with the boy, but he'd lost something, the closeness and comradeship there had always been between them, and he sometimes wondered if it would ever come back. Molly broke a long silence, seeming to read his thoughts, as she so often did. "You see, Joe, it's the way I told you. It's been two YOU're a good boy to be stayin' home with your old ma, son. An' need we," she demanded gaily, "be sittin' around like three corpses at a wake? Give us some music. Joe." As Joe got up to get his old banjo, Tim exclaimed, "Did you hear somethin'?" "Like what?" "A kind o' crunchin' noise, like somebody sneakin' up round the house." "I heard nothing. But your ears are sharper than mine, son." Joe added placatingly. "It might be some creature after the chickens. Maybe I'd better go have a look." "Sure, he's hearin' things," Molly protested. "You'd be prowlin' forever, lookin' for somethin' that's not there at all—an' I'm in the notion to hear a good tune or two before I go to bed." "You're the boss, darlin'" Tim moved to the wall where the banjo hung. He lifted it down lovingly, trying over the strings with a caloused thumb, and started back toward the table. His back was turned full to the square of blackness that was the open window. Orange light streaked the dark; a crack of sound shocked the stillness and rolled echoingly into the empty night. Joe pitched drunkenly forward, his head striking against the table edge before it slid off to rest on the floor. The banjo dropped from his hand and landed with a discordant twangle of jarred strings. That sound, so grotesque and out of place at this moment, shocked Tim out of the unbelievable stupor in which he'd been frozen. He ran to kneel beside his father and turn him on his back, to grope for the heartbeat he knew he wouldn't find. He was too stunned for grief; his only feeling was anger. "The dirty,' yellow, murder-'—" He broke off in the middle of the curse, suddenly remembering his mother. He sprang up and hurried toward her, trying to put his big body between her eyes and the pitiful thing on the floor. But as he touched her shoulder, he knew that Molly would never need to be shiled again. The shock of seeing her husband drop before her eyes had stopped her worn heart, as surely as if the one bullet had struck the pair of them. (To Be Continued)