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HERALD EDITORIALS PRISON FOR SYNDICALISTS In Oakland six men have been sentenced to prison for from one to fourteen years. Their crime was violation of the syndicalist law. There can be no clemency for such offenders. They constitute a menace to society and particularly to industrial enterprise. One of the men on hearing his sentence cried out "If this be justice, then to hell with justice." All marched out singing. Truly an extraordinary group. It is not to be believed that all these men are bad intrinsically. They have listened to false teachers. Into their minds has been driven an obsession concerning what they conceive to be wrongs. Doubtless they are conscious of some real wrongs, for who is not? Their weakness is in believing that violence, bad faith, destruction—whatever form hatred may take—is a remedy. Individuals become so permeated with fallacious beliefs that they are called lunatics. Insanity seizes upon gatherings where doctrines, political or religious, are expounded in a fervor of zeal. Communities are swept by emotional waves that amount to eclipse of normal mentality. Among syndicalists doubtless there are the lazy and vicious, bent on mischief; despising the prosperous because prosperity has not sought them out as well; despising effort because they desire both golden rewards and lives of ease. These furnish the leaven. They act upon the elements that misfortune has thrown into contact with them, poisoning the minds of the weak, making the hardships of the lowly appear as gross iniquities deliberately created and piled upon them by the "master" class. While it is impossible to condone the acts of the dupes, it is possible to understand that some of them are victims of circumstance. When sorely tried, and perhaps justly indignant at untoward specific experience, they come HUMANITY THEN AND NOW It is said that even so far back as 1775 a Frenchman had contrived a gun that by a crank system, could fire 240 bullets almost simultaneously. This was rejected by Louis XIV, as a weapon that could annihilate a regiment was deemed to murderous for adoption. This, then, was the beginning of the machine gun; a feeble instrument indeed, beside the modern machine gun. No gun now would be rejected for being too murderous. It might be thrown aside because of limited killing capacity. The most deadly gun ever constructed would seem an instrument of mercy compared with Lewisite. This is a gas said to contain fifty-five times the potency of any gas used in the late world war. No mask could be a protection against it. The slightest contact with human tissue, even with the skin of the hand, means death. A few bombs of this horrid compound dropped into a city would mean the end of life there; of all life, animal or vegetable. There could be no escape. It is said by scientists that soil touched by Lewisite could not thereafter produce any crop for seven years. This must be regarded as conjecture, but no matter whether or not it is true. There would be no need of a crop, for a dead race would be immune to hunger. Had the war not ended when it did, Lewisite would have been employed. This would have involved the wiping out of the last soul of the population in any city attacked. In "the next war" dreamed of by mad militarists, Lewisite would be a chief weapon. Under its fumes cities would vanish. There is no reason to suppose that any city could escape. An invading enemy first destroying the coast cities could not be kept from the interior. The trail to be left would be desolation unspeakable and final. Just as the disarmament conference comes to order, it is well to cite a few of the reasons why civilization is opposed to war. It is the law of self-preservation that is finding expression in the determined pronouncement that war is intolerable; unthinkable, beyond belief. In the next war" dreamed of by mad militarists, Lewis would be a chief weapon. Under its fumes cities would vanish. There is no reason to suppose that any city could escape. An invading enemy first destroying the coast cities could not be kept from the interior. The trail to be left would be desolation unspeakable and final. Just as the disarmament conference comes to order, it is well to cite a few of the reasons why civilization is opposed to war. It is the law of self preservation that is finding expression in the determined pronouncement that war is intolerable, unthinkable, beyond the consideration of sane peoples. 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MANICURE 50+ Snap Shots By Henry James Just to accentuate the beauties of peace the government has a new type of submarine having a radius of 10,000 miles. Pictures of the "prettiest girl in the United States" are being published. Her superior in pulchritude may be seen in any block of a city street. People wonder if the wage cut advocated by packers will slice a bit off the price of bacon. Hoover has called Mayor Thompson down hard. Probably Thompson is lattered at the attention, but no bump could reform him. The Watson method of buzzing indicates that a piece of flypaper in the senate chamber might catch him. It is needless to say much about the tax bill until it has come out of conference and permitted a glimpse of its shape then. Prices are so high that people can't afford to buy anything they really want, and so they are saving money. Belshevists are celebrating the fourth anniversary of the Lenin coup d' tat. Other Russians doubtless observe it by a season of mourning. Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart One of the speakers at the recent eugenic congress in New York City asserted that the world was suffering Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) SAMMY JAY could think of nothing but the terrible fright he had at Farmer Brown's corncrib. He had thrust his bill through a crack for a few grains of corn when something had seized his bill and hung on. Sammy didn't have the least bit of doubt that it was a trap of some kind set by Farmer Brown's boy. He flew down to the Green Forest to think it over and plan way to get even with Farmer Brown's boy. As he sat there muttering to himself along came Reddy Fox. For a wonder Reddy saw Sammy before Sammy saw him. Reddy grinned. "Sammy certainly has got something on his mind," thought Reddy. Then he said aloud: "Hello, Sammy! What's the matter? Reddy had sat with his head cocked on one side, which is a way he has when he's thinking. Inside he was laughing, for Reddy knows a lot about traps and about Farmer Brown's boy and he didn't believe that Farmer Brown's boy would ever set a trap in such a queer place as a crack in the wall of a corncrib. "He wouldn't bother to try to trap Sammy Jay; he would just watch with his gun and shoot Sammy if he really cared about the few grains of corn Sammy has taken," thought Reddy. "It was some one or something else that frightened Sammy. But it isn't the least bit of use to tell him so. I believe I'll have a look and see what is going on at that corn-crib." Aloud he said: "That was a terrible experience, Sammy Jay, and I don't wonder you were frightened. Are you going up there tomorrow morning." "What?" screamed Sammy. "Going up there again? What do you take me for? I guess I don't need but one lesson of that kind. There's plenty to eat in the Green Forest and on the Green Meadows without running any such risk as that. No, sir, you won't catch me around Farmer Brown's corncrib again very soon; not if my name is Sammy Jay! "You are wise, very wise," replied Reddy gravely. "It is always wise to keep out of danger." And with this Reddy trotted on up the Lone Little Path and inside his red head were busy thoughts. Reddy made up his mind that there was something very queer about Sammy Jay!" Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart One of the speakers at the recent eugenic congress in New York City asserted that the world was suffering from a shortage of minds big enough to deal with its problems, and urged all to save civilization by producing a race of demigods. As an experiment in this direction the Oklahoma Agricultural College has already borrowed a healthy boy baby and will try to make of him a superior type by exerting every effort to five him ideals surroundings and extreme good care. How much will be accomplished by this method? Unless scientists are greatly at fault once more, much that will influence the life of that baby has already been done in the brains and physical characteristics of his ancestors. Although there is some relationship between a healthy body and a healthy mind, it is not always in evidence. Else how could we have had the genius of Keats, sickly and discouraged; Voltaire, never free from pain; Pope, sowed up each day in a stiff packet that he might be able to accomplish his work? There have been others, strang of body, favored in training and environment, who have spent their days in dissipation and crime. The quality of human nature is elusive. That which is embodied in weakness may be better than that housed in strong husks. It takes thousands of years to effect race betterment. Animal life can be bettered by wholesome surroundings and good care. Are qualities of mind and soul so easily impaired? A PRAYER I do not pray that Thou wilt lift My load, what may it be, I ask of Thee the better gift Of burdens laid for me. I do not ask that Thou wilt spare Me sorrow on my way, ask the greater joy, to share The heat and strife of day. do not ask that Thou wilt give Me lordship of Thy lands, ask the richer gift, to live And strive with heart and hands. do not ask that Thou wilt bless Me all the world above, ask Thy gift of tenderness That I may learn to love. do not ask that Thou wilt lift One bitter cup from me. It was a trap," said Sammy. "It was some kind of a trap set by Farmer Brown's Boy." You lock as if you had the stomachache and the headache and a few other aches." Matter enough, Reddy Fox! Matter enough!" snapped Sammy. Then because he felt that he just had to tell some one he told Reddy all about his terrible fright that morning. "It was a trap," said Sammy. "It was some kind of a trap set by Farmer Brown's boy. Just as if he couldn't spare a few grains of corn when he has got so much! I—I—I'd like to peck his eyes out! That's what I'd like to do" Sammy said that because it was the most dreadful thing he could think of, but he didn't really mean it. Reddy knew it and grinned, for he also knew that Sammy didn't dare go near enough to Farmer Brown's boy to more than scream at him. All the time he had been listening. And all day long Sammy Jay flew about through the GreenForest telling everyone one who would listen how Farmer Brown's boy had tried to trap him. Late that afternoon he visited the Old Orchard and told his story all over again to Chatterer, the Red Squirrel, and Chatterer didn't so much as smile until after Sammy had left. Then he threw himself on the ground and rolled over and over and laughed until his sides ached. "H—mm," said Reddy Fox thoughtfully, as unseen by Chatterer he watched from behind the old stone-wall. "that red-coated busybody knows something about that trap in the corn-crib. I certainly will be on hand early tomorrow morning." Next Story: Reddy Fox Plays Spy. George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an I ast the cheef are we goin to have a nuther holler-day armstiss day wich is Friday an he sed he wood find out is the banks an the postoffice gain to be open an if they aint maybe we woodnt get out no paper cause if the banksaint open an the postoffice also is a hollerday. I ast Mister Thos, an Mister Sieman an Mister Dolan wich is presidents of the banks an they sed the banks is gain to be closed an Mister Ahlborn wich is my friend he sed well George if you want a holler day I will close the post-office up tite Thursday nite an wont open it agen to Saturday mornin jess for you so when the cheef goes an asts them all a bout it I got it fixed areddy. They aint no school for 2 days this week an Thanksgivin cums on Thursday this year also an so I gess I will ast Mister Metcalfe wood he clap the schools on Friday also an that wood be two more hollerdays. Miss Mattie Lou Robinson wich is my teecher she wants to go sum wareins in her Ford sedan Thanksgivin for dinner wich is a long ways a way an she plenty to eat in the Green Forest and on the Green Meadows without running any such risk as that. No sir, you won't catch me around Farmer Brown's corn-crib again very soon; not if my name is Sammy Jay! "You are wise, very wise," replied Reddy gravely. "It is always wise to keep out of danger." And with this Reddy trotted on up the Lone Little Path and inside his red head were busy thoughts. Reddy had made up his mind that there was something very queer about Sammy Jay's fright and he meant to find out about it. He would be on hand at the first peep of day the next morning and see what was going on around Farmer Brown's corn-crib. And all day long Sammy Jay flew about through the GreenForest telling every one who would listen how Farmer Brown's boy had tried to trap him. Late that afternoon he visited the Old Orchard and told his story all over again to Chatterer, the Red Squirrel, and Chatterer didn't so much as smile until after Sammy had left. Then he threw himself on the ground and rolled over and over and laughed until his sides ached. "H—mm," said Reddy Fox thoughtfully, as unseen by Chatterer he watched from behind the old stone-wall. "that red-coated busybody knows something about that trap in the corn-crib. I certainly will be on hand early tomorrow morning." Next Story: Reddy Fox Plays Spy. Me sorrow on my way, ask the greater joy, to share The heat and strife of day. do not ask that Thou wilt give Me lordship of Thy lands, ask the richer gift, to live And strive with heart and hands. do not ask that Thou wilt bless Me all the world above, ask Thy gift of tenderness That I may learn to love. do not ask that Thou wilt lift One bitter cup from me, ask the draught as Thy best gift If it shall strengthen them. do not ask Taee to make light My tasks in all Thy plan, ask that through the day and night I prove myself a man. h, let me bring no selfish prayer— That Thou wilt do for me— his gift I ask, that Thou wilt share The work Thou hast with me! is my friend he sed well George if you want a holler day I will close the post-office up tite Thursday nite an wont open it agen to Saturday mornin jess for you so when the cheef goes an asts them all a bout it I got it fixed areddy. They aint no school for 2 days this week an Thanksgivin cums on Thursday this yeer also an so I gess I will ast Mister Metcalfe wood he close the schools on Friday also an that wood be two more hollerdays. Miss Mattie Lou Robinson wich is my teecher she wants to go sum wares in her Ford sedan Thanksgivin for dinner wich is a long ways a way an she coodnt get by Friday in it so she cood stay to Mundy mornin if I get Mister Metcalfe to close up the schools Friday. I dont care a bout it my own self its jees so my teecher cood get off a extra day to have sum fun. jim dash Mister Kitchen whats got the groshry store whats rite up neer Mister Ahlswede's place sed if you wood eat a apple a day you wood keep the doctor a way an I told Mister Padden jim dash Mister Charles Mann wich is Dodge Bros. agunt what sells Dodges when you by a Dodge you dont haff to pay for it two times makin it run. All you got to do is feed it sum gas an oil wunct in a while an she wood do the rest. He sed he dont haff to get nobuddy to help him sell his Dodge cars cause they sell thare selves an then he takes the comishun a way from them he sed. jim dash I seen Cheef Stedman today an I seen a nuther pleeceman yestiddy. thirty If you are invited out to dine and the coffee is hot, never drink it from the saucer. Instead ask the host if he hasn't a small pan. As a rule, the men who get turned down by life insurance companies come in handy as pall bearers for the men who don't get turned down. THE JONESES YOU ARE GENEROUS AND YOU HAVE A VERY LONG LIFE LINE! THAT AIN'T MY LIFE LINE! THAT'S WHERE TH' CAT SCRATCHED ME! IVE FINISHED- ONE DOLLAR PLEASE! ONE DOLLAR TH' SIGN SAY 50+! HERALD Monday, November 14, 1921. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier...$ .65 One Year by Mail ...$4.00 One Month by Mail ...$4.00 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. Cast For Elks’ Charity Show Announced By Miss Miller The complete cast and program for “Miss Dolly Dimple,” a three-act musical comedy to be given at the California theater Monday night, was announced today by Miss Kitty Jean Miller, director. The show is under the auspices of the Anaheim Elks Club. The proceeds will be added to the club’s Christmas charity fund. The program and cast is as follows: Jack and Betty, who think they can find the rainbow and the imaginary pot of gold—Master Robert Shaw and Little Marian Stroup Mr. De Parks, American Ambassador ...Harry Riley Mrs. De Parks, his wife ...Mrs. Arthur Shipke Dolly, an imaginative young lady who thinks a count’s hand and title "enough to turn any girl's head" ...Miss Gladys Head Bess, who undertakes chaperoning Dolly and regards the task as a thankless bit of foolishness ...Mrs. Charles Harbeson The Real Count ...Earl Abbey Count Trinville ...Walter Cadman Dr. Granville, in love with Dolly ...L. P. Bonnat Wizard of Oz ...L. H. Lewis Will Bill Williams, a very busy valet ..."Doc" Barnes Susette, the French maid ...Mrs. Clem Staples The Dagoes and their pet monkey, Mike, who amuse De Parks' guests, Hugh Adams and Albert Heyling Summer Girls—Elsalie Schellens, Dorothy Schellens, Marion Wallace, Mrs. Harry D. Riley, Mildred Larsen, Wilhelmina Zitzmann. Summer Boys—Evan Alsip, Ira Chandler, Clem Staples, Pat Adams, De Witte Taggart, O. E. Hanson. Flower Girls Dancing Girls MUSICAL NUMBERS 1. Tattle Tale—Little Miss Francis Wilets and Chorus of One Hundred and Thirty. 2. Ogall Ala—Misses Alice Wetmore and Clara Aubray and Chorus of Fifty. 3. Boggie Man—L. A. Lewis and Chorus of Sixteen. 4. Springtime Dance—Misses Kittle Jean Miller and Gretchen Holland. Solo part by Koscoe Corley. 5. Long Lane—Mrs. Holland and Mr. Roscoe Corley and Chorus. 6. Somebody Else—Not Me—"Doc" Barnes. 7. Looking for a Certain Little Boy—Gladys Head and Chorus. SPECIALTIES Dream Dance—Little La Verne Dugas. Butterfly Dance—Miss Marguerite Swope. MUSICAL NUMBERS—Act 2 1. "You Never Can Tell"—Walter Cadman and Jean Kitty Miller. 2. "Take a Vacation"—Mrs. Holland and Summer Girls and Boys. 3. "Dat's My Gal"—Hugh Adams, Monkey Mike and Chorus. 4. "Open Your Eyes" — Miss Gladys Head and L. P. Bonpat and Chorus. 3. Boggie Man—L. A. Lewis and Chorus of Sixteen. 4. Springtime Dance—Misses Kittle Jean Miller and Gretchen Holland. Solo part by Koscoe Corley. 5. Long Lane—Mrs. Holland and Mr. Roscoe Corley and Chorus. 6. Somebody Else—Not Me—"Doc" Barnes. 7. Looking for a Certain Little Boy—Gladys Head and Chorus. SPECIALTIES Dream Dance—Little La Verne Dugas. Butterfly Dance—Miss Marguerite Swope. MUSICAL NUMBERS—Act 2 1. "You Never Can Tell"—Walter Cadman and Jean Kitty Miller. 2. "Take a Vacation"—Mrs. Holland and Summer Girls and Boys. 3. "Dat's My Gal"—Hugh Adams, Monkey Mike and Chorus. 4. "Open Your Eyes" — Miss Gladys Head and L. P. Bonpat and Chorus. 5. "O. My Pretty Blossom"—Mrs. S. 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