anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-09

HERALD EDITORIALS CALAMITY AVERTED The calling off of the great strike hardly could be regarded as a surprise. The effect upon the industrial situation as threatened would have been stupendous. Violence probably could not have been avoided. The responsibility of precipitating such a strike was too much for any group of men to accept. There must be better methods of settling disputes. An attempt at settlement that, as a mere incidental process, could not but work ruin to one side or the other, and throw the whole industrial mechanism into chaos, would be a desperate price to pay for ultimate victory. Natural distrust between the organizations of labor and those of capital, furnishes a poor atmosphere in which to negotiate for an understanding. When nations make treaties they assume the obligation to abide by the terms. When individuals enter into partnership, each is bound by law and honor to respect the rights of the other. If industrial groups cannot function on a like plane the fact is singular. It might be said to be inexplicable. Intelligence and integrity, in council with similar qualities on the other side of the controversy, would seem to be sufficient equipment. It is not to be understood that refusal to call a strike after a strike has been planned, always is a surrender of principle. It may be wholly a matter of expediency. Probably it is correct to say that the welcome to Marshal Foch, in the intensity of its spirit, the magnitude of the enthusiastic crowds, and the genuineness of the friendship expressed, exceeded that ever extended to any indi- Intelligence and integrity, in connexion with similar quantities on the other side of the controversy, would seem to be sufficient equipment. It is not to be understood that refusal to call a strike after a strike has been planned, always is a surrender of principle. It may be wholly a matter of expediency. Probably it is correct to say that the welcome to Marshal Foch, in the intensity of its spirit, the magnitude of the enthusiastic crowds, and the genuineness of the friendship expressed, exceeded that ever extended to any individual previously landing on American shores. There is deep admiration in this country for the French military leader. In time of stress he proved himself so capable, so fair to the elements in the vast army he directed, and as a man, so gentle and considerate, that he acquired a firm hold upon the affections of millions in the army and out. Like the great Washington he was observed, when the burden was greatest, to enter the sanctuary, and ask Almighty God to guide him aright. A Christian of sweet and simple faith, he was at the same time the soldier, alert, quick to plan, fearless to execute. Viewed from any angle, he stood before the world an admirable figure. For generations there has been a bond of amity between the people of the United States and France. This timely visit of a foremost figure of France will have the effect of strengthening the bond. It would not be strange were the feeling it engenders, or upon which it lays emphasis, to be a softening influence in the council chamber where disarmament is to be discussed. BLANTON'S ERROR Representative Blanton of Texas narrowly escaped expulsion from the house. As it was he was the recipient of censure in conditions that made the experience most humiliating. His offense was that he had caused the printing of improper matter in the Congressional Record. By "improper" in this instance, is meant indecent. There is much printed in that publication that is so utterly worthless and misleading, that the propriety of presenting it may be questioned. Members insert speeches that they never deliver, with "applause" and "great applause" struck in at intervals. They manage to include long editorials, poems, theses, trash. They continue to do a part of their campaigning in this manner without cost to themselves. However, the Congressional Record, up to the time of Blanton's gross error, had been a fairly innocuous sheet. Anybody who chose to read it could be certain of being able to do so without experiencing a blush or being conscious of any strong emotion. Seldom had a congressman had to pass through an ordeal so bitter as that under which Blanton nearly col- intervals. They manage to include long editorials, poems, theses, trash. They continue to do a part of their campaigning in this manner without cost to themselves. However, the Congressional Record, up to the time of Blanton’s gross error, had been a fairly innocuous sheet. Anybody who chose to read it could be certain of being able to do so without experiencing a blush or being conscious of any strong emotion. Seldom had a congressman had to pass through an oral so bitter as that under which Blanton nearly collapsed. It is fair to assume that the lesson in manners and morals will not be lost to him. One judge at a single sitting sent three speeders to jail for fifteen days each. The minor courts had threatened for so long a time to treat the reckless driver with severity, that the threats had been misconstrued. They really meant business, and were not in token of judicial peculiarity. For Best Soil-Bacteria DO NOT PAY MORE Pennewell’s $1.00 per acre "Westrobac" $1.00 per acre Germusoil Equivalent 20c per acre Direct from laboratories: Delivered C. LINCOLN BENNETT Distributor for four counties 507 W. 5th St., Phone 1282R SANTA ANA CALIF. PIANO BESS L. BENNETT 114 So. Philadelphia St. Phone 131J Wednesday—Friday—Saturday Interviews By Appointment. Anaheim Sanitary Dairy Phone 268M Fresh Milk Delivered QUARTS 15c; PINTS 1c Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESEE ALOYSIUS P. NEGINIS DON’T STAND AROUND LIKE A BARBER POLE AT THIS TEA! DO SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING! DAWGUY WHAT’ I DO CLARIO Snap Shots By Henry James Unhappily most of the people who know just what a disarmament conference ought to do will not be on the spot at the crucial moment. Doubtless Marshal Foch understands by this time that an insult from the Hearst papers does not count. The latest dotard to annex monkey glands seems to have vanished from the scene. Perhaps he elimbed a tree. A rancher drove into town in a hurry so great that the judge said "Ninety days." Again is demonstrated the fact that the race is not always to the swift. Only an autopsy could explain the peculiarities of the firebug who burns a forest. Compared with the throne of Hungary the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow takes on the aspect of pleasing reality. Trial of the late Virginia Rappe in advance of that of Arbuckle does not seem to be in the best of taste. There seems to be a discordant note in the strike of the musicians. Continued mail robberies lessen the chances of Roy Gardner for probation. He started the game. If things get much worse, the Los Angeles family that spends an evening out without being footpadded and returns to find the house has not been burglarized, will be deemed exceptional. The senate is embarrassed. Senator Reed has droned a lighted bomb in its recessable midst. It can't Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER HAS A FRIGHT CHATTERER, the Red Squirrel, curled up in the darkest corner of Farmer Brown's corncrib, was having such a beautiful dream. He was king of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, and all the other little people who live there brought him presents of beautiful yellow corn. He had great storehouses all filled with corn, and he would never again have to hunt for anything to eat. Even Shadow the Weasel brought him presents of corn, and everybody was very polite and bowed before him because he was king. Yes, indeed, it was a beautiful dream. Presently he dreamed that he heard a whistle, a merry whistle. It was the whistle of Farmer Brown's corncrib was thrown open with a bang that made Chatterer jump inside so that it seemed as if his heart came right up into his mouth. A flood of sunshine poured in and made the corn seem more yellow then ever. Then in stepped Farmer Brown's Boy still whistling, Chatterer thought that of course, he had come for him. He was sure of it, and he was just going to make a rush for that knothole through which he had crept in when something inside had warned him to keep perfectly still. So Chatterer kept perfectly still, though it seemed to him that it was one of the hardest things he had ever done in all his life. He felt as if he simply must run. Then he remembered how Unc' Billy Possum had fooled Farmer Brown's Boy by keeping perfectly still even after he had been found, so still that Farmer Brown's boy had thought him dead. "I couldn't keep still like that," thought Chatterer, "but perhaps Farmer Brown's Boy doesn't know I am here after all. I'll keep still until he does find me." So he tried to hold his breath, and all the time his heart went thump, thump with fright, and it seemed to him that Farmer Brown's Boy certainly must hear it. But he didn't. Of course not. He kept right on whistling, and as he whistled he filled a basket with ears of corn. When the basket was full he stepped outside and shut the door with another bang and made poor Chatterer jump again. "Pretty fine corn. Yes, sir, it certainly is pretty fine corn," said Farmer Brown's Boy to Farmer Brown, who came along just then. And the rats and mice can't get at... Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart Contentment seems to be almost a lost state of mind. So many of us are wanting something that we cannot get, or getting something that we do not want. The results are raw nerves, discontent, rebellion. Doctors tell us that while science has conquered many of the diseases that used to assail humanity, diseases of the nerves are multiplying. It is part of the price we pay for rapid living. Using our powers of self-analysis, we can see that it isn’t so often the mere effort to feed and clothe ourselves properly that undoes us, as it is the plus desires of our lives. The eating of rich foods (and the exertion needful to the getting), the insistence that we have just as much as this neighbor or friend has, the hurry and rush of the streets and of modern life, the artificialities of living—these are what undermine our nerve strength. Of course it doesn’t do to lay all the blame on modernity. There were nervous drivers of horses before the motor car arrived. There were women who ruined their nerves over housekeeping and child training in the past generations. But today there are hundreds of cazes of rasped nerves where there were dozens in the long ago. What’s the remedy? Who is wise enough to tell? Maybe we could get out of the treadmill if we tried hard enough. Couldn’t we? Newport Harbor Tides (Prepared by Leeds & Barnard-consulting engineers, from U. S. C and G. S. Tide Tables.) Thursday, November 10 6:13 a.m. 4:5 6:20 p.m. 3:6 12:56 p.m. 1:4 At the Theaters "Yes, sir, it certainly is pretty fine corn," said Farmer Brown's Boy to Farmer Brown. Boy, and he could see him coming down the Lone Little Patch through the Green Forest with a great bag of corn on his shoulder as a present for the king. The whistle sounded nearer and nearer. Suddenly Chatterer's eyes flew open. At first he thought he was still dreaming, for he had forgotten where he was. All around him was the beautiful yellow corn, and he still heard the whistle, only now it sounded very loud indeed. He shut his eyes and then opened them again to see if the corn would disappear. It didn’t. It was real. It was all about him. In fact, he was lying on some. And the whistle was real too. In a flash Chatterer remembered where he was, and he knew that Farmer Brown's Boy must be just outside. He started to scramble to his feet to peek out, but just then the door Foley's Friendly Fancies WHEN THE OLD STEAM ORGAN PLAYED Far down the street a while ago I heard familiar sounds, That spurred my memory to go by many leaps and bounds To one day when I was a boy and followed the parade, And when at the tail end of it the old steam organ played. Up from the pipes the vapor rose and then came piping tones As I heard Annie Laurie played with many toots and groans. I was not critical and so the piping outcries made Me music that was sweet that day the old steam organ played. Its notes were all in sharps and flats, none natural or true. But that made little difference to us, to me and you. No symphony of later days that orchestras have played Could equal that shrill music at the end of the parade. Such old and long-forgotten tunes, and sometimes just about The middle of the playing was a note or two left out, But we supplied it as we heard, and the omissions made No difference to us the day the old steam organ played. We did not see the organ first, for down the little street Came elephants ponderous and gray, and fell the tramp of feet Newport Harbor Tides (Prepared by Leeds & Barnard consulting engineers, from U. S. C and G. S. Tide Tables.) Thursday, November 10 6:13 a.m. 4.5 6:20 p.m. 3.6 12:56 p.m. 1.4 At the Theaters CALIFORNIA—Bebe Daniels in the role of "The Speed Girl." Also an amusing comedy, "The Vagrant." FAIRYLAND—The Great Profit," with a Pathe comedy. In the South Pacific are a number of islands seldom visited by ships. On many of these stores of food are placed for the use of shipwrecked sailors. Me music that was sweet that day the old steam organ played. Its notes were all in sharps and flats, none natural or true, But that made little difference to us, to me and you. No symphony of later days that orchestras have played Could equal that shrill music at the end of the parade. Such old and long-forgotten tunes, and sometimes just about The middle of the playing was a note or two left out, But we supplied it as we beard, and the omissions made No difference to us the day the old steam organ played. We did not see the organ first, for down the little street Came elephants ponderous and gray, and fell the trump of feet Where horses danced and pranced for us, and cages wheeled and rolled, Where lions would roar fearfully and chattering monkeys scold. And then such bands way up in air on wagons guady red, With noises to wake Ptolemy and get him out of bed, And then at last far down the street the end of the parade We saw and heard the tooting as the old steam organ played. It played us "Annie Laurie," "Silver Threads Among the Gold," It tooted "In the Gloaming" with a pathos uncontrolled; Sometimes it shrilled us 'Dixie,' for its repertoire was long, And we had much variety if tuning had gone wrong. And I thought I was barefoot, with a quarter in my jeans, To spend out at the circus with its riot of rare scenes, With not a care in all the world, if I was rent and frayed And patched and dirty-faced that day the old steam organ played. WAS W FOLEY DAWGUNIT, WHAT'LL I DO CLARICE? BE ENTERTAINING, BE BRILLIANT, BE WITTY! TAKE MR. J. FULLER CLINKERS FOR EXAMPLE! Y WANT ME TO DO AS HE DOES? YOU COULDN'T HAVE A BETTER MODEL! WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT? HERALD Wednesday, November 9, 1921. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier...$ .65 One Year by Mail...$4.00 One Month by Mail...$ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. GEORGE OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an the cheef wus in the office all day Sattidy wich wus pay day cause he was watin for a fone call to spend Sundy sum wares but he didnt get it I gess so thats why he wus growchy agen maybe. jim dash Mister Herman Noll wich is hed manidger up to the Bake Rite bakry shop up next to the Valencia hotel wich is next to Mister Dolan's bank ware. Mister McCord works also told me jess now he coodnt run a bakry if it wusnt for sum hens an sum cows an I ast how did he use hens an cows in the bakry an he sed well George its a long sad story so I sed cood I have it for my news in the Herald an he sed well I dont mind tellin the world a bout it cause we are prowd about it. He sed they use hens for eggs an they put eggs in thre cakes all the time wich is fresh an the eggs also an then he sed we use cows for the butter wich we put in the cakes also so thats what makes them taste so rich an evrythink. Cows dont give butter like hens gives eggs cause you got to milk the cows an then shake the milk up in your churns for a bout a hour till it gets thick an then its butter wich takes a long time. We dont use butter to our house much cause we elo from Mister Sizzero Holland groshry store whats got the 2 bables an its jesses good as butter he sed an you dont haff to worry no buddy's cow to deth to get it. Its made from alfafter he sed jess like the cigars wich Mister Padden smokes which is our ad man from Collarodo. jim dash The cheef wus goin in to Mister your self you are a gent an then the cheef he laffed an go went in jess the same an got a sute wich looks like a mallyun dollers Mister Patrick sod wich is our hed man for the carrier boys wich got married just summer an is got 2 girls wich aint owns but they look like they are jess the same. jim dash Mister Brantigan wich lives up in Delhi was rested for hittin his wife an Judge Cox wich is Bebe Daniels frend he made Mister Brantigan pay him $ five hunderd dolliers for it an Judge Cox he sed I wish I cood send you to jale for life an 10 years more for it wich wood be too good for enny man wich hits a lady no matter whats the matter. My Mother was readin a bout it in the paper an she sed well if a man ever hit me jeiss wun time he wood think he met up with the north east end of a mule from Missouri. My father he is from Missouri but my Mother she aint she is from Kansas city. jim dash Vivian Shinn had a party up to her house wich wus on Halloween nite. I got kicked on the shinnas playin yeat-ddy but I didnt say nothin a bout it cause boys they dont cry every time they get hurt sum wares. My fother he hits in the same place every time when I make him mad an that hurts but I dont tell him so then he stops after he gets tired. jim dash Mister Stroup ast me did I steel his punkin pies up to his house that nite wen they had a party. Mister Vic La Mont wus thare wich lost the towls from his roof but I dont go he took Of course not. He distingling, and as he basket with ears the basket was full and shut the door and made poor again. Yes, sir, it cer fine corn," said Boy to Farmer along just then. Dice can't get at safe here," he added. Believing Jay stealing through the crack, but come to all he can do one else can get. Then he remem-irse his mother had he was a very lit-been boasting what of anything.ough you may be, find somebody else up the tree. of course, that no art you may think else is just as bit smarter. Hereown's Boy boasting did steal that corn,atterer helping himnted. Was it anyitter grinned? TONIGHT FAIRYLAND THEATRE The Sorrow Destroyers FAMOUS GEORGIA MINSTRELS 33rd YEAR Only Show of Its Kind In the World! 40—People--Band --Orchestra—40 15 Vaudeville Acts 15 In the World! 40—People--Band --Orchestra—40 15 Vaudeville Acts 15 Come Early Avoid The Crowds Prices $1.00; Children 50c. Plus war tax —By POP MOMAND DNT HAVE MODEL! RE YOU NG AT? HOHO- I SAW HIM KISSIN' TH' PRETTY WAITRESS IN TH'HALLWAY A MINUTE AGO!!! POP MOMAND,