anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-10

HERALD EDITORIALS POT AND KETTLE An exchange asks this question: "Who is the bigger profiteer, the man who charges more than his goods are worth, or the man who charges more than his work is worth?" It may be that this is put forth in quest of information, but more likely it is meant to imply an opinion. It may be variously considered. When a comparison of the size of two people is made, the proper answer is that the larger is the bigger, rather than the biggest. However, the grammatical aspect may be permitted to pass. The real basis of this particular question probably is the fact that the friend of the pot desires to call the kettle black. Moral quality of the profiteer is the same no matter whether he sells shoes or sells labor. If the individual exacts more than a reasonable price he becomes a profiteer. It is not the privilege of either type of profiteer to excuse himself because of the kindred iniquity of his neighbor. It will be admitted, as the questioner insinuates, that there has been, and is, profiteering in labor. Capital always has exacted all it could. It has organized so as to carry this practice into the fullest use. Labor—some branches of it—has done the same thing. As a rule, when conflicts have arisen, capital has had the advantage, and has won the victory. The plain truth is that, with honorable exceptions, the two elements are hostile. Each seeks to get the ultimate dollar. Each is controlled by the desire to help itself, not help the other. Both generally ignore the rights of the public utterly. Whose, primarily is the fault? Who inaugurated the carry this practice into the fullest use. Labor—some branches of it—has done the same thing. As a rule, when conflicts have arisen, capital has had the advantage, and has won the victory. The plain truth is that, with honorable exceptions, the two elements are hostile. Each seeks to get the ultimate dollar. Each is controlled by the desire to help itself, not help the other. Both generally ignore the rights of the public utterly. Whose, primarily is the fault? Who inaugurated the policy of greed? Both questions belong to the puzzle department along with the other immortal problem concerning priority as to the chicken and the egg. "THE LIGHT THAT FAILED" The story of the League of Nations is now old. For a time the inspiration that found expression in a compact for world peace, shone over the world, a white and radiant light. There were those who declined to read aright the essence of the agreement. They brought about its rejection by the United States. The great light wavered, nearly disappeared, then revived but to burn only dimly. No longer was it a promise. It was the mere indication of a hope. It was the token of what hight have been. Had the United States entered the League of Nations, the entire logic of the situation was for its immediate assumption of leadership. It would have been potent in forming the destinies of Europe and America. Its potency would have been on the side of justice and tranquility. The time had arrived when the long-held dream of a system-aorized law and order to embrace all peoples might have been realized. For reasons that no analysis of their words ever has explained, certain American statesmen opposed with bitterness, and defeated the league plan. They sought to smother the interest that had been aroused in America concerning the welfare of the world. They spoke of entanglements, but could cite no danger of entanglements. Their attitude was puzzling, for in instances they were the men who had advocated in former years exactly the principles embodied in the agreement that later they spurned. Yet the people of the United States had not become apathetic. They had not abandoned their beliefs. Their temper was recognized by President Harding when he summoned the nations to friendly council. The subject of disarmament will be a central theme. Incidental to discussion of it will be a declaration of policies, an adjustment of both policy and method so as to serve the public good. Had the first organization been perfected as devised, there could have been no need of a conference on disarmament. But the original aim was thwarted. The later council was made thereby. Have a S Too Good To Be A wonder is Old Hehry F He always love His enemies. Well! Well "I see a Missouri man erred why they have cl mobiles. What's the answer?" "He says a motorist t have something on the will run." Diary of Miss Opp Tuesday, Oct. 25.-M crastination yesterday. legion. Has the highest age of anybody in the Also has the greatest alibis in the world. Ha now" slogan like Barry Volstead. Most discourde deal with. It's Some Jo (Ad in Chicago T EX-SERVICE HEN, 5 deployment. Apply Room Dearborn. We often have been service hen in restaurant ing them is our idea o ployment. We'll Say They "I can't see any excus wearing silk stockings," reformer: "I'll admit some of th excuses, but most of th two pretty good reason the Man With Two Goo Ya, But Girls These Day Mothers Know A "Miss Grace B. Ware Hot Springs, Va. Her have had 'experiences' Grace to be ware."-R. ville. Only a Drop in the He sent ten dollars three To buy a ton of coal; They said: You poor more kale Oh you'll be one cool Mercy! How Sho She came walking down day Amid the goof and jee She came in from the Was showing both her They had not abandoned their beliefs. Their temper was recognized by President Harding when he summoned the nations to friendly council. The subject of disarmament will be a central theme. Incidental to discussion of it will be a declaration of policies, an adjustment of both policy and method so as to serve the public good. Had the first organization been perfected as devised, there could have been no need of a conference on disarmament. But the original aim was thwarted. The later council was made thereby a necessity. As it is about to convene it has the sympathy, the moral support and carries the hopes of millions. A professor remarks warningly that of twenty million school children in this country fifteen million suffer from defects. More than that, professor. No child is perfect except in the estimation of its mother, and she experiences occasional doubts. 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 268 M Fresh Milk Delivered QUARTS 15c; QUARTS 2c Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES POOR PA, I FEEL SORRY FOR HIM! HE WORKS SO HARD TO ENABLE US TO LIVE LIKE THE JONESES! YEH, LET'S BE MORE THOUGHTFUL OF HIM JULIE! AHEIM DAILY HERA Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart Hate is a bitter poison. Resentment is only sorrow for the one who entertains it. We've only to think a bit to see which have been the happiest days in our lives—those when bitterness toward others has been rampant, or the ones which have been ruled by good will and sweet fellowship. It's a horrible thing, this "getting even" that some of us talk about, and worse still, plan for. If deliberation only went a little deeper in our brains we'd see that "getting even" really means lowering ourselves to the standards of those who have done us real or fancied wrong. It isn't a thing to boast of. Getting even" shows that we are taking life far too seriously, ourselves most of all. If we have a broad outlook what does it matter if here and there some one does misuse us? Should they fill our whole horizon Isn't there enough that's pleasant and kindly left? Why dwell on the hurts when there are kindnesses and joys? Can't we see that the very fact that we are trying to return the contemptible, unforgiving, vindictive? Who of us in passionless minutes really wants that brand? Is it one worth working for? The most ironic feature of the whole matter is that the one we are so anxious to get even with often never cares a picayune. It is we, ourselves, who are made uncomfortable and unhappy. Queer, isn't it? But it's true. Have a Smile Too Good To Be True A wonder is Old Hehry Freeze; Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER FRIGHTENS SAMMY JAY CHATTERER the Red Squirrel was mightily tickled with himself. Yes sir, he was mightily tickled with himself. You see, he had found a way of getting into Farmer Brown's corncrib, where was stored so much beautiful yellow corn that it seemed to him that there was enough for all the Squirrels in the world. All he had to do was to go up to Farmer Brown's doorway very early in the morning before Farmer Brown's boy was up, climb the tree with the branch hanging low over the corncrib, drop down on the roof, and slip through the hole he had found close under one edge of the roof. Then he could eat his fill, stuff his cheeks full and didn't list to it. Perhaps after a while the little voice grew tired and didn't try any more. After Chatterer had made a few successful trips to the corncrib he began to look upon it as his own. He would sometimes hide in the old stone wall, where he could watch Farmer Brown's Boy open the door of the corncrib and fill a basket with yellow ears to feed to the hens and the pigs and the horses. At such times Chatterer would work himself into a great rage as if Farmer Brown's Boy were stealing from him. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he would go back to the Old Orchard and scold for an hour. But what made him still angrier was to see Sammy Jay help himself to a few grains or corn from between the cracks in the walls of the corncrib. He forgot how Sammy had first told him about the corncrib and how Sammy had warned him about Shadow the Weasel. That is the trouble with greed—it forgets everything but the desire to have and to keep others from having. Chatterer didn't say anything to Sammy Jay, because he knew it would be of no use. Besides, if he did, Sammy might find him over in the corncrib some day and make such a fuss that Farmer Brown's Boy would find him. Finally Chatterer thought of a plan and chuckled wickedly. The next morning he was over in the corncrib bright and early. This time he stayed there until it was time for Sammy Jay to arrive. Peeping out of the hole by which he came and went, he saw Sammy come flying from the Old Orchard. Sammy made no noise, for you see, Sammy meant to steal too. Presently Sammy found a crack against which an ear of corn lay very The most ironic feature of the whole matter is that the one we are so anxious to get even with often never cares a picayune. It is we, ourselves, who are made uncomfortable and unhappy. Queer, isn't it? But it's true. Have a Smile Too Good To Be True A wonder is Old Hehry Freeze; He always loves His enemies.—M. J. Well! Well! "I see a Missouri man has discovered why they have clocks on automobiles. What's the answer?" "He says a motorist always likes to have something on the darn car that will run." Diary of Miss Opportunity Tuesday, Oct. 25.—Met Old Procrastination yesterday. His name is legion. Has the highest batting average of anybody in the Failure league. Also has the greatest collection of alibis in the world. Hates the "Do it now" slogan like Barlycorn hates Volstead. Most discouraging of all to deal with. It's Some Job (Ad in Chicago Tribune) EX-SERVICE. HEN, 50; steady employment. Apply Room 1211, 538 S. Dearborn. We often have been served an ex-service hen in restaurants, and chewing them is our idea of steady employment. We'll Say They Have "I can't see any excuse for the girls wearing silk stockings," declared the reformer. "I'll admit some of them have poor excuses, but most of the girls have two pretty good reasons," answered the Man With Two Good Eyes. Ya. But Girls These Days Don't Think Mothers Know Anything "Miss Grace B. Ware lives near Hot Springs, Va. Her mother must have had 'experiences' and wanted Grace to be ware."—R. B. H. Asheville. Only a Drop in the Bucket He sent ten dollars through the mail To buy a ton of coal! They said: You poor hick, send more kale Oh you'll be one cool soul. Mercy! How Shocking She came walking down the street today Amid the goof and jeers; She came in from the country and Was showing both her ears! He Beat His Wings and Tried to Sream, but Couldn't Because He Couldn't Open His Mouth. scamper back to his new home in the Old Orchard the same way he had come. Now, the more some people have the more they want. It is the very worst kind of selfishness and is called greediness. Chatterer had found a way to get all the corn he wanted without working for it, and there was enough to feed him as long as he lived, though he should live to be a hundred years old. To be sure, it wasn't his. It was Farmer Brown's. But Chatterer looked on Farmes Browr and Farmer Brown's Boy as his enemies, and he could see nothing wrong in taking things from his enemies. Perhaps he didn't want to see anything wrong. All his life he had stolen from his neighbors. That is one reason they dislike him. Anyway, if ever a little voice down inside tried to tell him that he was wrong, Chatterer stole over to it, taking the greatest care not to make a sound. Presently Sammy's black bill came poking through the crack. Chatterer seized it and held on. Poor Sammy Jay! He was terribly frightened. He thought it was some kind of a trap. He beat his wings and tried to scream, but couldn't because he couldn't open his mouth. Then Chatterer let go so suddenly that Sammy almost fell to the ground before he could catch his balance. He didn't wait to see what had caught him. He started for the Green Forest as fast as his wings could take him, and as he went he screamed with fright and anger. Chatterer chuckled and his chuckle was a very wicked sounding chuckle. "I guess," said Chatterer, "that Sammy Jay will leave my corn alone after this." OBSERVATIONS ByCHARLES KUCHEL Steeped in malignant hatred, and impelled by motives with malice aforethought, whenever the Daily Herald makes known facts to its large client-age of readers and admirers relative to the paper's worth as a compendium of current events, the Orange County Dealer seeks to deride and impugn its statements with a marked degree of falsity which in the minds of all fair-minded men is contemptible. The Herald is doing much to advance the best interests of Anaheim and northern Orange county and its constantly increasing patronage is a testimonial of undisputed appreciation upon the part of the citizens and business men who use its columns for legitimate advertising. It is the purpose of the management of this journal to continually advance its prestige as a clean and reliable newspaper. In referring to the paper above mentioned, which, by the way, is nothing but absurd, and may be classed as a jealous contemporary, but hardly entitled to that consideration, one does not have to go for no use. Besides, if he did, Sammy might find him over in the corncibri some day and make such a fuss that Farmer Brown's Boy would find him. Finally Chatterer thought of a plan and chuckled wickedly. The next morning he was over in the corncibri bright and early. This time he stayed there until it was time for Sammy Jay to arrive. Peeping out of the hole by which he came and went, he saw Sammy come flying from the Old Orchard. Sammy made no noise, for you see, Sammy meant to steal too. Presently Sammy found a crack against which an ear of corn lay very close. He began to peck at it and pick out the grains. Chatterer stole over to it, taking the greatest care not to make a sound. Presently Sammy's black bill came poking through the crack. Chatterer seized it and held on. But these tactics are of no avail and only serve as a boomerang for its own undoing in a respectable community. The Herald does not indulge in harsh words, but at times this journal feels impelled to criticise severely where criticism is due. It will ever be its purpose to stand loyally by the side of justice and right, keeping ever in mind that advancement of Anaheim and its environs, whose resources are attracting the eyes of wise men who see here an enviable field for the investment of their capital. And to the home seeker this city has ideal charms that speak volumes for it as a place in which to reside. We hope and trust that our readers will forgive us for thus trespassing upon their time in mentioning the despicable methods employed by the paper to which reference as an untruthful purveyor of news has already been made, but we deem it our privilege to set the public aright upon questions that they should know. CHICAGO GIRLS LAZY Only a Drop in the Bucket He sent ten dollars through the mail To buy a ton of coal; They said: You poor hick, send more kale Oh you'll be one cool soul. Mercy! How Shocking She came walking down the street today Amid the goof and jeers; She came in from the country and Was showing both her ears! —P. N. S. Pa Shows His Ignorance "Pa, what does 'pot luck' mean?" asked Willie. "Oh, it's a-h—I really don't know my son; you see, I never play poker," replied Pa with a quick glance in the direction of Ma. An air man says the sub chaser has seen its day. So, for that matter, has the other kind of chaser. A testimonial of undisputed appreciation upon the part of the citizens and business men who use its columns for legitimate advertising. It is the purpose of the management of this journal to continually advance its prestige as a clean and reliable newspaper. In referring to the paper above mentioned, which, by the way, is nothing but absurd, and may be classed as a jealous contemporary, but hardly entitled to that consideration, one does not have to go far afield to learn of the latter's despicable tactics to foist itself upon the public which, we dare say, has grown weary in offering its rebukes for past wrongs heaped upon the community. In times past, and even today, the paper thus held up to popular ridicule has maligned many of the best citizens of this city. By covetous innuendo it has endeavored to slander them. And to the home seeker this city has ideal charms that speak volumes for it as a place in which to reside. We hope and trust that our readers will forgive us for thus trespassing upon their time in mentioning the despicable methods employed by the paper to which reference as an untruthful purveyor of news has already been made, but we deem it our privilege to set the public right upon questions that they should know. CHICAGO GIRLS LAZY Chicago girls are suffering from the stencraphers' slouch, according to Florence Lawson, physical director of the Chicago Y. W. C. A. "Taey are too lazy to keep healthy," says Miss Lowson, "and they would rather buy rouge than gym suits. They spend years indulging themselves and putting on fat, and then wonder why they can't get thin in a week." THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1921. HERALD 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 my ant is goin over to the clinic hospittle next week for sumthin but I dont no whats the matter cause Doctor Utter an my Mother an my fother they are spellin on me an they spell so fast I cant keep up with them but I bet my teacher wich is Mattle Lou Robinson cood whats got the Ford sedan. jim dash Mister Frank Tausch is going to be in the prade armistiss day in his car less wun of the tires gets busted agen like it did wun time when he wus in a prade an had to walk a bout a numdred miles he sed. He sed his car is a good car cause it always takes him ware he is goin an brings him back also less sumthin gets the matter with it. jim dash Mister Lyon whats the reel state man sed you shood by a home up to Elks park stenshun if you no whats good for you, cause after a wife he sed the city is goin to be so full you cant find a place to billed you a chicken house. My fother sed chicken houses is dangrus ennyhow sum times. jim dash Mrs. Herman Stern wich got marridged to Mister Herman Stern wich rites powtry for the orange show sumtimes when he aint bizzy had a berth- day party an they wus lots of eats an evrythink an after supper they set a round an talked. Mister Stern lost his car wun time but he found it agen an I bet he is glad so he cood take out his wife rldin in it. jim dash Mister Trenville wich is a count from Paris wich is got sum royal blood in his vanes is goin to be here with Miss Miller for Dolly Dimples up to the Calif, theatre for the Elks to get sum munney for thare Chrismuss presnts. He ains married Miss Miller sed wich helps Miss Carry sed wich is our society editor wich is engaged. jim dash I seen Cheef Stedman agen today. They aint nothin doin he sed. jim dash I gess Judge Howard is goin to get me sumthin for Chrismuss cause we are good frends cause he ast me what wus on my mind jess now am i sed nothin an he sed well I no jess how you feel George. He's always jokin with me so I gess he thinks I am specktin a Chrismuss presnt but I aint less he wants to give me sumthin for a supprise. I hope he gives it to me Satiddy nite before Chrismuss so I cood go an get him sumthin if he gets me sumthin. thirty Foley's Friendly Fancies THE UNKNOWN (The body of an unknown soldier of the late war will be buried with fitting honors in Arlington cemetery on Armistice Day.) Mute the loud/bugle! Hush the solemn sound Of tolling bells! Let silence have its will! The dust of patriot men makes holy ground, By this dust is this ground made holier still. This is the soil of Freedom that the dust Of heroes has made fertile for the breed Of free men; here the greed and shame and lust Of tyranny shall wither in the seed. Aye, this is holy ground! Speak no loud word! Truce to thy pride of state and place power! Be thy soul chaste and humbled; reverently stirred; And consecrate thy spirit in this hour. Now look: The flaming spirits of these men Come forth like blazing fires to make thee hot With glorious purpose and they live again And still shall live, till Time itself be not. Hear now the living soul of him who sleeps In this new grave that Honor's dust has won; "I am not dead, but I am he who keeps" This day the glorious faith of Lexington! "What need have I, Unknown, of any name? I am the picket, guard, of liberty; I am the soul and spirit and the flame Of Glory, then and now and yet to be!" "I am the fire to heat the steel red hot; I am the anvil where the red steel laid; I am the sledge wherewith the sword is wrought, I am the arm that wields it and the blade!" "I am the bugle calling to the fight Till all the lustful temples overthrown; Not dead, Unknown, am I! I am the Right, The Quick, the Truth, the Glorious and the Known." Mute the shrill bugles! Hush the solmn sound Of tolling bells! Let silence be made whole! The dust of patriot men makes holy ground. Now bow thy head and consecrate thy soul! The Walnut Cafe and Confectionery “ANAHEIM'S NEWEST CAFE” Open For Business With Everything To Eat and Drink The Walnut Cafe and Confectionery “ANAHEIM’S NEWEST CAFE” Open For Business With Everything To Eat and Drink. WE NEVER CLOSE Laine & Hardacre 135 W. Center St. —Try The Herald Job Department for Your Printing. —By POP MOMAND YEH DOC COME OVER RIGHT AWAY! I THINK I’ve GOT APHASIA; I DON’T SEEM TO BE IN MY OWN HOME!