anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-08

PAGE TEN Published Daily Except Sunday By the Anaheim Printing and Publishing Co., Corner East Center and Emily Streets Anaheim, California. S. S. CONKLIN .....Publisher HERALD EDITORIALS WHAT THE FLOWERS SAY “Consider the lillies how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin. . . yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these”—Sermon on the Mount. What beautiful words! You would hardly think of the author of them as a lyric poet, and yet they are lyric poetry of the daintiest and finest type. Flowers possess the power of spiritual influence, but this truth connected with the quotation above never quite asserted itself with such impressive significance as it did one glorious day last week when the writer was shown through the wonderful, flower gardens of the beautiful home of Mr. C. C. Chapman at Fullerton. Something in the peace of the place—the spiritual trend of the conversation—the simplicity—the unaffected graciousness of the host—the presence of a sweet child—all conspired to render a clearer and better interpretation of the inspired words of the Divine Author quoted above. Now note how these words merge into the human touch. “Wherefore, if God doth so clothe the grass of the field which today is and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith.” Here in Southern California we have the eternal Springtime. These words were spoken in the Springtime of Syria when the flowers are in fullest bloom—probably in April. Now note how these words merge into the human touch. "Wherefore, if God doth so clothe the grass of the field which today is and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith." Here in Southern California we have the eternal Springtime. These words were spoken in the Springtime of Syria when the flowers are in fullest bloom—probably in April. Over the heads of the wheat and barley towered these royal purple and crimson blossoms of the gladiolus family, gorgeous as the richest Oriental rug. Their long, sturdy stems were heavy enough to serve for fuel in the oven. In this incomparable little lyric, the master-poet calls our attention to the beauty of the lilies, to their messages and to their care free happiness, saying that human beings should emulate all these. We are too often inclined to pass by the beauties of the world without seeing them. "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen." And so many of us are like Wordsworth's Peter Bell, of whom it could be said: "A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him And nothing more." Many of the most beautiful of the blossoms of the field and forest are so small, so modest, so dainty, that the only thing we do with them is to walk on them. Particularly is it true in the semi-arid countries, where the blooms are so tiny, scarcely bigger than a pin head, that they nestle away unobserved at the grass roots. You never see them unless you're hunting for your golf ball in the rough. Yet, if one will only stoop and look, he will find their beauty concentrated and star-like, not merely in size, but numbers. Goethe once exclaimed, "My soul has feelers and not eyes! Oh that it could get eyes and look." Wordsworth shows us how even the memory of flowers remains with us long after the sight: "I wandered, lonely as a cloud That floats on high twixt vale and hills, When suddenly I saw a crowd, A host of daffodils. Beside the lake, beneath the trees, They danced and fluttered in the breeze. And often, as on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude." Then there are the messages of the flowers. The florists are wisely advertising, "Say it with flowers." That floats on high twixt vale and hills, When suddenly I saw a crowd, A host of daffodils. Beside the lake, beneath the trees, They danced and fluttered in the breeze. And often, as on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude." Then there are the messages of the flowers. The florists are wisely advertising, "Say it with flowers." Is there any better way to say it? An old experienced business man the other day remarked, "I would rather pin a blossom on a man now and then while he was alive, than to send a whole wreath to his funeral." How easy a thing to toss a little bouquet, and how it cheers both parties to the transaction; yet how much easier it is to find fault and criticize than to command and help. That's because it takes a little thought to commend; no thought at all to carp and criticize. 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When he sat in the top of the tree near the little house where Farmer Brown keeps his corn, the little house on four stone legs which Chatterer could not climb, he took note of everything in sight of the sharp little eyes and almost right away he saw that a branch of the very tree he was sitting in stretched right over the roof of the little house, and the very tips of some of the twigs actually touched it. Chatterer's eyes danced. "If I can't get in from the ground perhaps I can get in from the air," said he, and chuckled. Of course, it wouldn't really be getting in from the air, but it would amount to the same thing. opening big enough to crawl through. At last in one corner he spied a knothole close up under the edge of the roof. It looked almost big enough. Chatterer dug his sharp claws into the wood to keep from falling and very carefully crept over until he had safely reached the hole. It wasn't quite big enough to push his head wholly through. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw! Little splinters began to fly. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw! It was almost big enough now. Just then a door slammed in Farmer Brown's house and Farmer Brown's boy came out with a milk pail in each hand. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw! The hole was big enough and Chatterer slipped inside just as Farmer Brown's boy noticed Black Pussy sitting on the little house where the corn was. "Hello, Puss! Did you think you heard a mouse in there?" exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy. "You didn't because no mice can get in there. That's why the corn crib is on four stone legs. No one can steal our corn once it is in there. Come along over to the barn and I'll give you some nice fresh, warm milk." "Phew!" exclaimed Chatterer to himself. "That was a narrow escape!" I'm glad that peaky black cat can't tell Farmer Brown's boy what she saw." He peeped through a crack and saw Farmer Brown's boy go over to the barn and Black Pussy slowly follow him. When they were out of sight he turned to see what kind of a place he was in. His eyes glistened with Snap Shots By Henry James The bump an express train gave Postmaster General Hays was a mere nothing compared with the bumps he gets from mail robbers right along. A man in court pleaded that he was so nervous he couldn't tell the truth. Good plan for him to keep his mouth shut. In the heat of a bargain rush a Los Angeles woman lost a $1,000 fur. sympathizing world may only hope that she got the bargain she waft after. Nebraska's new political party doubtless will lack the whiskers necessary to make it like the populist party of years ago. Two Calinese youths have been fined $150 for winking at a white girl. Beating against theracial barrier is expensive. Refusal to enlarge the Los Angeles police force to effective size indicated that the bandits have a political pull. A large part of the game of football is played with the head. No sooner does the invalid see a case of curative beer approaching than some legislator gets busy and ditches it. Why should there be a price on coyote scalps and none on those or bandits? Taking poison and then velling for... It Seemed to Him That There Was Corn Enough There for All the Squirrels in the World. Chatterer looked around hastily to see if any one was watching. No one was in sight but Black Pussy watching him from the ground, and Bowser the Hound, who had not yet waked up. He didn't mind either of these, because neither of them could get at him up there. He ran lightly out along the branch over the roof of the little house and jumped on to it. Swiftly he ran around the edge of it peeping over. He was looking for an cause no mice can get in there. That's why the corn crib is on four stone legs. No one can steal our corn once it is in there. Come along over to the barn and I'll give you some nice fresh, warm milk." "Phew!" exclaimed Chatterer to himself. "That was a narrow escape! I'm glad that peaky black cat can't tell Farmer Brown's boy what she saw." He peeped through a crack and saw Farmer Brown's boy go over to the barn and Black Pussy slowly follow him. When they were out of sight he turned to see what kind of a place he was in. His eyes glistened with greed. Corn, corn, corn everywhere! The great golden ears filled the whole of that little house clear to the roof. It seemed to him that there was corn enough for all the squirrels in the world. "And it's all mine!" gasped Chatterer. You see already he had forgotten that he was stealing and that it belonged to Farmer Brown. Then he began to eat, and he ate and ate and ate until he couldn't swallow another mouthful. He was too full to move. "I believe I'll take a nap right here," said he to himself, and curled up in the darkest corner in a little hollow in the heaped-up corn. In two minutes he was fast asleep dreaming such beautiful golden dreams, in which all the world seemed to have turned to golden corn, and all for him. George Our Boy Reporter Mister Jack Docummun what lives down to Huntington Beech wants to get a divorce cause he don't want to sleep with cats he sed cause they scratch I gess. Wun time I tuck my dog to bed with me when he wus jess a puppy an he dus dreamin an I gess he wus dreamin he wus in a fite cause he growled feerce an woke me up an then my father made me put him out cause he sed I wus makin the house a regler menajery an my Mother she sed well I gess we got manajery enuff without the dog George. jim dash If you are goin to get marridged Mister Cohen wich is the fother of the baby what we printed in the paper is got sum diamond rings wich is peeches Mister Dewitt Taggart at Mullinix drug store sed an you dont haff to pay his rent neether when you by a dimond he sed cause he aint got much expenses sept for the baby an then when you get the diamond ring he has got sum nice weddin rings also cheep wich wus left over from June. The baby is pretty near as big as Mrs. Cohen an his fother also. jim dash Mister Pritchard an Mister Harry Ward had thare berthdays together in a party but they aint twins an they aint no relashuns neether they are jeas frends wich is best Mister Fritz Yungbluth sed. He sed you cood pick out your frends but you cant pick out your relashuns. jim dash Mister Montgomery whats up to the Crown stage wus to ware he goes neer every nite agen last nite cause you cood always tell cause he looks tired in the mornin from stayin up late practissin singin he sed. jim dash Oscar Schneider what got marridged is livin up to the bungalow cort from Philadelfyer now ware they got more room he sed. They ain't been marridged but jess a little while. Doctor Says Radium Will Not Cure Cancer LONDON, Nov. 8.—Is radium, hailed by the medical profession as a panacea for the deadly cancerous diseases, a failure? It is, according to Sir Thomas Parkinson, a noted specialist and physician to Lloyd George, in an interview upon his arrival in New Zealand. dom from care. After all, there is food enough, clothes enough, shelter enough for everybody in the world. He who clothes the flowers more gloriously than Solomon, will clothe all of us. Our trouble is that we want to pick the kind of clothes we shall wear, the kind of houses we shall live in, and the kind of people we shall train with. If only we could learn to be indifferent as the flowers to our colors, the great Artist would see that each one of us was beautiful. "They toil not, neither do they spin." Why so hot, little man? What's the use to wrinkle our faces and shrivel our souls? It is an obligation to be carefree and happy. Doctor Says Radium Will Not Cure Cancer LONDON, Nov. 8.—Is radium, hailed by the medical profession as a panacea for the deadly cancerous diseases, a failure? It is, according to Sir Thomas Parkinson, a noted specialist and physician to Lloyd George, in an interview upon his arrival in New Zealand. It is not, according to other London specialists, who term Sir Thomas' statement, "nonsense." "Radium is a failure," Sir Thomas said. "It is not only not effective as a remedy, but it is dangerous, because its burning effect aggravates, instead of curing disease. Many leading surgeons have discarded it in favor of X-rays." The less you pay to build a house, the less it will cost to tear it down. Remember Pauline how your heart used to jump when you ran across "him" suddenly? Yes, you still have a heart. HERALD Tuesday, November 8, 1921. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier $ .05 One Year by Mall $4.00 One Month by Mail $ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. Used Car Bargains These cars have been overhauled, repainted or repaired in whatever way necessary to put them in first class shape. 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