anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-16

HERALD EDITORIALS DISTINCTIONS IN BANKRUPTCY According to a French financial authority, if Germany goes bankrupt, it will be in a monetary and not an economic sense. That is to say, it will be out of cash, and thus unable to continue reparation payments, but would retain its industrial power intact. The ordinary lay person will have to confess that this is a little too deep for him. Russia tried the experiment of going without money, but no part of the organization of society there remained intact, and production dwindled, starvation supplanting the former activities. If Germany is able to go to smash financially, and thus be positioned so as to take unblushingly, the poor debtor's oath, it really will have "put something over," as the saying is. Perhaps the idea is that the dairymen will pay cheese for his shoes, the coal miner accept an order for groceries in lieu of cash, and the farmer needing a keg of nails, swap a pig for it. The old scheme of barter. It worked among the ancient savages, but even the American Indians resorted to use of wampum. Germany is reported in dolorous extreme one day. The next day the world is told that Germany has the best chance of any nation to control the world's markets, underselling all and sundry. It could pay its debts, but won't. It is desirous of paying its debts, but can't. Some discrepency evident. Human experience points to the reasonableness of the assumption that if German money becomes utterly worthless, the country will be as helpless to meet obligations at home as abroad; that a financial smash is a smash, and not a personally conducted theory. But nothing seems to be absolutely certain any more. LIVING A LONG TIME LIVING A LONG TIME From Derbent, a town in Caucasia, comes report of unprecedented longevity. In a hamlet near there, out of a total population of 120, there are eighteen men more than a century old. Nothing is said as to the women. It may be that pride causes them to fib as to the number of their years. But anyhow, even eighteen centenarians out of a total of 120, must be regarded as an extraordinary number. The easiest way to account for the tale is by concluding the correspondent to be a liar, probably in the interests of publicity. Along with the impressive vital statistics is the statement that the contingent of venerables subsist on a diet of sour milk, cheese and white bread. Nothing is said as to their indulgence in liquor, tobacco, or the pitching of horseshoes. The inference is that whatever else one may do in that hamlet, a diet as set forth is the only essential to living happily ever after. Following close upon the announcement doubtless will be advertisements showing how the materials for extending life indefinitely may be procured at reasonable rates, "the only genuine bearing the signature of," etc., etc. Perhaps the boon of existence in Caucasia is so sweet as to be worth the ordeal of sour milk. If so, the place must possess peculiar and matchless charm. Unless surroundings were flawlessly delightful, the person living a century on sour milk and cheese would seem to have lived at least 200 years. According to estimates there are fifty antelope still living in this state. A tardy effort is being made to save them. Forty years ago these wild creatures were roaming in vast herds. Hunters killed them, in part for meat, but mostly for the fun of seeing them die. It is to be hoped that hunters may be induced to spare the remnants of the once mighty host. Federal Prohibition Commissioner Haynes says there are sections of this country in which a beautiful, well-dressed and artful woman may commit any crime, including murder, and escape conviction. The peculiarity of the statement is that it should have indicted only part of the country. California does not want to accept all the blame for this sort of court procedure. Federal Prohibition Commissioner Haynes says there are sections of this country in which a beautiful, well-dressed and artful woman may commit any crime, including murder, and escape conviction. The peculiarity of the statement is that it should have indicted only part of the country. California does not want to accept all the blame for this sort of court procedure. Thievery is so common that the exhibition of a new variety was deemed impossible until lately. Films of moving pictures, prepared at great expense, have been stolen and shipped abroad in a number of instances. Oriental shrewdness was necessary to the success of the scheme, but even this quality kept the head of the gang out of jail only a short time. CHRISTENSEN SCHOOL OF POPULAR MUSIC Instruction in Popular Piano Playing for adult students. Improvising, practical harmony, chord construction. Wednesday and Saturday. Studios: 211 W. Chartres St., Anaheim; 505 W. Commonwealth, Fullerton. Phones: Anaheim 549J; Fullerton 403W. 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 2c Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESEES YES I OWN A BIG TURKEY FARM AL. 200 ACRES, AND 5000 TURKEYS! I'M GONNA MAKE A KILLING THIS THANKSGIVIN' BOY! GEE! I'M GLU TO SEE YOU ED. ILL WA HOME WITH YOU! AHEIM DAILY HERALD Snap Shots By Henry James The thoughtful mail robber who tackles a guard of marines will make his will in advance. Briand says that the world is tired of words, and that he will make a statement soon. Maybe he wants to make the world more tired. Somewhere back east a boy shot the automobilist who had almost run over him. Merely punctured his hide, but possibly reached his conscience. The majority does not always rule. There are more hen than women in California. Talk of oil famine probably is designed to boost the price of gasoline. Producers may be getting ashamed to boost it again without excuse. Between Ourselfs By Delta M. Stewart One of the most deeply ingrained ideas of our modern civilization is that everybody must be made comfortable. The Spartan idea of brave endurance of discomfort is left far behind us. The old Roman idea of bread and a circus for the common people is entirely out of date. Instead we have been trained to demand at least electrical contrivances, steam heat, and a motor car. Of course it's no sin to be comfortable. It's decidedly pleasant. But it's also spiced with danger. For if comfort has come to mean more to us than work honestly done, or burdens cheerfully borne, we are too much enamored with it to be real men and real women. There's no merit in dis- Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) SAMMY JAY SPOILS THE PLAN OF REDDY FOX REDDY FOX found Sammy Jay in a bad temper. Sammy had missed his usual breakfast of corn stolen from Farmer brown's corncrib and it made him cross. "Good morning," said Reddy in his politest manner and no one can be more polite than Reddy Fox when he sets out to be. "Morning," mumbled Sammy Jay. "I found out something this morning which may interest you," said Reddy, taking no notice of Sammy's cross looks. "It won't," replied Sammy positively. "It won't, nothing interests me." "Not even traps," asked Reddy slyly. "What's that?" demanded Sammy, looking at Reddy sharply. "Oh, nothing much," replied Reddy quite as if the matter didn't interest him especially, "only I found out something this morning that I thought you might like to see if you were not such a coward." "Who says I'm a coward?" shrieked Sammy Jay, dancing about with anger. "I do," replied Reddy. "You don't dare go with me tomorrow and see what is going on at Farmer Brown's corncrib." "It isn't true!" Sammy shrieked. "I dare go wherever you dare go, so there Reddy Fox!" Then, I dare you to meet me tomorrow morning on the edge of the Green Forest at sun-up and go with me to watch Farmer Brown's corncrib." Reddy replied. "I'll be there! I'll have you to understand that you don't dare do anything that I don't dare do!" snapped Sammy, though to tell the truth he had felt his heart sink, at the mere mention of Farmer Brown's corncrib. of the roof. No sooner was he out of sight than Reddy ran swiftly across to the old stone wall on the edge of the Old Orchard and hid behind it. Right away Sammy Jay guessed that Chatterer had had something to do with the terrible fright he had had at the corncrib when his bill was caught as he pecked at the corn between the cracks in the wall. "It wasn't a trap at all, but Chatterer!" thought Sammy and right away grew so angry that he could hardly sit still. But he wanted to see what Chatterer would do next, so he bit his tongue to keep it still. Pretty soon out came Chatterer with his cheeks stuffed full of corn. That was too much for Sammy Jay. He forgot all about his promise not to make a sound. He darted out of his hiding place and flew at Chatterer in a terrible rage, screaming at the top of his voice and calling Chatterer every bad thing he could think of. Of course, Chatterer couldn't reply, because his cheeks were so stuffed with corn, but he could run. Like a little red flash he was in the tree that overhung the corncrib and dodging around the trunk. Over behind the stone wall Reddy Fox snarled, for with such a noise he knew it wasn't safe for him to stay a minute longer. CITRUS MARKETS NEW YORK, Nov. 16.—Twenty cars of oranges and seven cars of lemons sold. Market is higher on oranges. Lemon market is lower. Weather fair. BOSTON, Nov. 15.—Ten cars of oranges Friendly Fancies By J. W. Foley THE GUARDIAN ANGEL I've got a garden angel My Mamma told me so... It watches me by day and night, Quite everywhere I go, I never hear it speaking Its face I never see. But all day long and through the dark, It watches over me. I've got a garden angel, And when the shadows creep It watches me and through the night It never goes to sleep. It follows like my shadow Wherever I may go, And when I play, or night or day, My Mamma told me so. I've got a garden angel That whispers in my ear, And tells me what is right to do, But I don't always hear. Its face is like a sunbeam, Its heart is full of song, My Mamma said, and where I go It always goes along. I've looked all through the garden, For it just seems to me, That's where a garden angel We should expect to see. Behind the shrubs and bushes, The new postoffice is gone to be finished by New Yeers. Mister Eisenhauer sed what owns it so you better rite an tell your frends to send your letters to the new address commencin the first of the year. Mister Ahlborn whats the best postmaster we had in fore or five yeers sed he dont care ware the postoffice is jess so it aint two far from home. He is goin to have a regler office for his own self in the new postoffice with his name on the dore an everythink. He sed he is goin to make it so he cood take the name off if him an Mister Harding whats the president has a fuss a bout sumthun sum time an Mister Will Hays also wich is hed of every won of the postoffices all over the country. an Mister Goodrich hesed the only diffrence from a lobster an a flee is a lobster he crawls a long the bottom of the oshun an a flee he dont care ware he crawls. Mister Padden wich is our hed advertisin man sed home brew aint what its bottled to be sumtimes when it busts. He sed sumbuddy told him home brew wood take off the namul on your bath tub but hesed thats a lie cause it dont cause hetride it an all it tuck off was sum of the rust wich wus on it when Mister Goodrich put it in an he charged him for it also he sed. Nobuddy wus hurt. Mister Johnson sed if you want to get your top painted now is the time I’ve got a garden angel That whispers in my ear. And tells me what is right to do, But I don’t always hear. It’s face is like a sunbeam, Its heart is full of song. My Mamma gald, and where I go It always goes along. I’ve looked all through the garden, For it just seems to me. That’s where a garden angel We should expect to see. Behind the shrubs and bushes, In tree tops green and tall, I’ve looked all through the garden But not found her at all. I’ve got a garden angel, My Mamma told me so. It watches me by day or night, Quite everywhere I go. Won’t you come through the garden And look both in and out To find the garden angel My Mamma told about? the first of the yeer, Mister Ahlborn whats the best postmaster we had in fore or five yeers sed he dont care ware the postoffice is jess so it aint two far from home. He is gain to have a reguler office for his own self in the new postoffice with his name on the dore an everythink. He sed he is gain to make it so he cood take the name off if him: an Mister Harding whats the president has a fuss a bout sumthin sum time an Mister Will Hays also wich is hed of every won of the postoffices all over the country. jim dash Mister Frank Goodrich what is burnin how to be a plummer he had all the firemens up to his house for lobsters for dinner an they jess got set down in front of the lobsters an the fire wissle blode for a fire so they went an put the fire out an then they cum back an finished the lobsters. Mister Deen Hasson an Mister Goodrich wus the cheef wuns to the dinner. Nobuddy wus hurt. Lobsters crawls along the bottom of the oshun jim dash Mister Padden wich is our hed advertisin man sed home brew aint what its bottled to be sumtimes when it busts. He sed sumbuddy told him home brew wood take off the namul on your bath tub but hesed thats a lie cause it dont cause hetride it an all it tuck off was sum of the rust wich wus on it when Mister Goodrich put it in an he charged him for it also he sed. Nobuddy wus hurt. jim dash Mister Johnson sed if you want to get your top painted now is the time before everybuddy wants to get thare tops painted for Chrismuss all to wunct Mister Louis Danz what makes you think of music sed if his top dont quit losin all its hare he is gain to get a two pay for his hed wich is sumthin to keep you from bein balled bedded on the top of your hed. Mister Johnson he dont paint he paints your top of your auto cheep an you coodnt tell if it wuunt new or not. — thirty Wednesday, November 16, 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. Gates' Flower Service WE KNOW YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE FLOWERS on your desk or in your home all the time. There is nothing brightens things up so. In order to meet this demand we have arranged the Gates Flower Service on the following terms: A seventy-five cent bouquet, our selection of flowers, every Monday and Friday, delivered any where within five blocks of our Flower Shop for five dollars per month. The only condition is that the service must continue for at least three months. Howard E. Gates FLORIST 120 N. Los Angeles St. The Walnut Cafe and Confectionery 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. OPTOMETRIST Glasses Fitted Ten years a member of the North Dakota state board of examiners in optometry. Advanced optical knowledge together with twenty-three years’ experience makes our name stand for SERVICE. Using the Vertex Lenses for testing together with the most scientific instruments on the market. Dr. WALTER R. BLAKELY — OPTOMETRIST — Office Over S. Q. R. Store Hours, Except Sunday 8 to 12; 1 to 5:30 Special Appointment By Request Broken Springs Repaired Let us look at those loose and crooked auto wheels. We can fix them. Body Work Knox & Mayberry Phone 81 149 S. Lemon Anaheim Prepare for the Rain Prepare for the Rains Now is the time to get new Curtains and your old top recovered. Quality and workmanship guaranteed. EARL FARRIS 226 South Los Angeles St. Phone 668 Anaheim Cal. —By POP MOMAND NO I WONT, Y'SEE I'VE BEEN PRETTY BUSY BUT— I'M HAVIN' PICTURES TAKEN OF ALL THEM 5000 TURKEYS TOGETHER AT FEEDIN' TIME, AN' IM GONNA SEE THAT ALL MY BEST FRIENDS GET A PICTURE OF EM. WELL SO LONG AL!