anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-17

HERALD EDITORIALS SHAKING OF HANDS Once more arises a doctor to say that the American custom of shaking hands is dangerous. He wants people to turn to embracing as the less perilous substitute. There are some who will fail to be convinced. A few years ago when the germ theory was a fear and not scientific belief, people were counseled not to shake hands, lest they acquire microbes from the other party to the greeting. The menace of touching palms seized upon the timid so cruelly, that soon they were afraid to touch anything that another had touched. Whether they died of fright or outgrew their foolishness is not certain, but happily they have vanished. This time the danger of the handshake is attributed to its effects on the nerves. That is to say, a man who is required to shake the hands of thousands of people is making an overdraft on his physical resources. There is reasonableness in this view. A president for example ought to be protected against having his arm pumped off and his nerves shattered in the process. Doubtless the ordinary American will continue to shake the hand of the friend he meets, and in no case is it likely the operation will kill or cripple either. But if the ordinary American seeks to hug the friend, somebody is going to get killed or crippled on the spot. Of course there is the handshaker who is a common nuisance because he insists upon the ceremony at every opportunity. The best treatment is to dodge him. He stands on the intellectual level of the women who kiss each other whenever they meet. Doubtless the ordinary American will continue to shake the hand of the friend he meets, and in no case is it likely the operation will kill or cripple either. But if the ordinary American seeks to hug the friend, somebody is going to get killed or crippled on the spot. Of course there is the handshaker who is a common nuisance because he insists upon the ceremony at every opportunity. The best treatment is to dodge him. He stands on the intellectual level of the women who kiss each other whenever they meet. SOVIETS AND THE CONFERENCE It is impossible to deny that the question of Russia is a threat against the peace of the world. Naturally it will have to be considered at the conference. Russia does not seem to have risen to the level to which other nations have been lifted by the experience of war. It still seems to have the ambition to conquer, and to seek to force hateful doctrines upon the rest of the nations. Its present leaders lay great stress on the desirability of a revolution. They want this to be world-wide, and always they stipulate that it shall be bloody. The ignoble basis of Russian political activity is shown by the statement of an official of the third nationale, that the gathering will be for the purpose of further division of the spoils of war, and the creation of a common front against Russia. It is much to be deplored that any people should be so blinded by prejudice as to be unable to give to others credit for honesty and high purpose. The failure of Russia to do so, merely reveals anew the character of the soviet oligarchy. Russia remains alien to the family of nations through its own fault alone. Under a different leadership it might now have been sitting at the council table, helping to solve problems, instead of itself being one of the gravest of the problems. THE CROSSROADS SCHOOLHOUSE Ambassador Harvey delivered an address in London the other day free from the faults that have marked most of his recent public utterances. In it he said: "A schoolhouse at a crossroads is more potent ultimately than a dreadnaught on the sea." There always has been a theory to this general effect. While Americans have thought they adhered to it, they have, in instances, neglected the school, but for the perfection of the battleship have poured out millions without stint. There is an appreciable wave of sentiment now holding that the battleship too long has been played as a favorite. The school is vital. In an emergency the battleship might be also. But if there were to be an increase of schools everywhere, the battleship might cease in the end to be a utility. This would permit the diversion of funds... While Americans have thought they adhered to it, they have, in instances, neglected the school, but for the perfection of the battleship have poured out millions without stint. There is an appreciable wave of sentiment now holding that the battleship too long has been played as a favorite. The school is vital. In an emergency the battleship might be also. But if there were to be an increase of schools everywhere, the battleship might cease in the end to be a utility. This would permit the diversion of funds to education and to physical betterments. Mr. Harvey is welcome to stand up and extol education just as often as he likes. He is in no danger of offending anybody. Re-election of Hylan as mayor of New York was due to the insistence of voters upon a five-cent street car fare. They believe the local lines are trying to pay dividends on enormous quantities of watered stock, and they do not consider themselves under obligation to supply the dividends. 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; 506 W. Commonwealth, Fullerton. Phones: Anaheim 549J; Fullerton 403W. PIANO BESS L. BENNETT 114 So. Philadelphia St. Phone 181J Wednesday—Friday—Saturday Interviews By Appointment. Anaheim Sanitary Dairy Phone 268M Fresh Milk Delivered QUARTS 15c: PINTS 9c Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESEES HERE'S OUR THANKSGIVING DINNER JULIE, SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT! WE START OFF WITH GRAPE FRUIT, THEN OYSTERS ON THE HALF SHELL, THEN CREAM OF CELERY SOUP, FOLLOWED BY BROILED KING FISH ALA REINE- Snap Shots By Henry James A woman of 35, having got rid of a husband of 75, has married a new one of 22. Evidently she knows nothing of a happy medium. Women clerks in the office of the New York collector have been arrested for issuing liquor on forged permits. They seem to have been aware of the forgeries, but couldn't resist the plea of the thirsty. General Wood is being adversely criticized in the Philippines. This means that the natives are familiar with the practice of knocking Wood. Doubtless the five Chinese convicted of one murder would be glad to have the sentence parceled out proportionately. Birth control is urged as a cure for war. It is true that one has to be born before bearing arms. A county in South Carolina has just paid $2,000 to the widow of a victim of lynchers. Makes lynching a luxury to the mob. Scientists say from time to time that the earth's store of oil is about exhausted. There is comfort in the fact that they do not know anything about it. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER HAS TO KEEP HIS PROMISE When people lose their tempers, Oh, what a sorry sight! They call each other dreadful names, And sometimes scratch and bite. The Merry Little Breezes ran And hid themselves away When Chatterer his temper lost, And so did Sammy Jay. It really was too dreadful! It quite spoiled the day for all the little people who were within sound of their voices. You see Sammy Jay had discovered that it was Chatterer and not a trap set by Farmer Brown's boy that had given him such a fright at Farmer Brown's corn crib, and right away Sammy's 'temper just bolled over. Chatterer had his mouth so full of corn that he couldn't say a word, but he could run and run he did, scampering across Farmer Brown's docryard to the shelter of the old stonewall on the edge of the Old Orchard with Sammy Jay after him screaming, "Thief-thief! thief!" at the top of his lungs. "My gracious what a racket!" exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy as he opened the door. "That Jay is making such a fuss that I should think there was a Fox about." He put his milk pails down and stepped back into the house. In a minute he was out again with his terrible gun in his hands. He went straight to the old stonewall, where only a few minutes before Reddy Fox had been hiding, and it was well for Reddy that he had slim didn't improved a bit. He soon sav Chatterer running along the old wall and once more began to scream, "Thief! thief!" And now that his mouth was empty Chatterer could reply, and you know Chatterer has one of the worst tongues of all the little people of the Green Forest. "Thief yourself!" be screamed. Thief yourself! You stole my corn!" "It isn't your corn any more than it's mine!" screamed Sammy. "T told you about it in the first place. Thief! thief! thief! And from that they fell to calling each other worse things. The Old Orchard never heard such a quarrel—never never! It was dreadful! All day long they kept it up. Twice Farmer Brown's boy came down to see if that fox had come back, and scratched his head and wondered what all the fuss was about. At last Sammy Jay had a thought. "The going straight over to the Green Forest to tell Shadow the Weasel where you are living" he cried suddenly. "When he finds you you won't steal any more corn or be so greedy that you won't let other people have a share. CITRUS MARKETS NEW YORK, Nov. 17.—Seventeen cars of oranges and seven cars of lemons sold. Market is higher on oranges. Lemon market is steady. Scientists say from time to time that the earth's store of oil is about exhausted. There is comfort in the fact that they do not know anything about it. Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart Standardization is the order of the day. Hitherto, it has not seemed feasible to standardize husbands, but an eastern woman has taken the first step toward such an end by demanding the renumeration of a dollar a day for the alienation of her spouse's affections. Of course we have heard of dollar a year men. But they were not necessarily husbands. Any perfectly good husband ought to be worth at least a dollar a day. If he be the variety that helps with the cooking and occasionally washes the dishes and tends baby, it would seem as if in these days of inflated prices he might be worth some more—say a dollar-fifty or so. If such services were priced according to the wage demands of household help at the present, they would command still more. But even so, standardization might be accomplished. Thus would be put to an end the lengthy court actions to determine a husband's price or value. There are those who think that a husband who, after right treatment, abconds, whatever the circumstances of his leaving, is not worth even a dollar a day—or a year. By all means let the good work go on. Standardization of husbands may simplify domestic difficulties greatly. Who can tell? TERRORS OF DARKNESS YIELD TO SUGGESTION According to Prof. Hamburger of the University of Graz, the night terror of children can be cured only by suggestion. His statement refers only to genuine night terror and not to that of febrile children, says the Journal of the American Medical association. The causative agent is always some frightening observation of the child, some "paychic trauma" which occupies the thought of the child and influences its dreams. The child awakening with the signs of fright is still asleep even if he sees and is able to answer questions; at least he is dream-dizzy. Certain periodically repeating manifestations show that always one and the same remembrance is causing the night fright. Dr. Hamburger does not consult with the parent regarding the at-stonewall on the edge of the Old Orchard with Sammy Jay after him screaming, "Thief-thief! thief!" at the top of his lungs. "My gracious what a racket-" exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy as he opened the door. "That Jay is making such a fuss that I should think there was a Fox about." He put his milk pails down and stepped back into the house. In a minute he was out again with his terrible gun in his hands. He went straight to the old stonewall, where only a few minutes before Reddy Fox had been hiding, and it was well for Reddy that he had slipped away the minute Sammy Jay began to scream at Chatterer. Farmer Brown's boy looked disappointed when he saw no signs of Reddy. Then he went over to the little house of Bowser the Hound and unchained Bowser. Bowser wagged his tail and yelped with delight when he saw the gun, for he dearly loves to hunt. He ran ahead back to the Old Orchard and almost at once his great deep voice told all within hearing that his wonderful nose had found the trunk of Reddy Fox. "I thought so," said Farmer Brown's boy. "I thought there had been a Fox here." Then he sighed, for he would have liked nothing better than to go hunting for Reddy. But there were empty milk pails and Farmer Brown's boy is not the kind who run away for pleasure when there is work to be done. Sammy Jay had flown away as soon as he saw Farmer Brown's boy and his terrible gun. Chatterer had hidden in the old stonewall where he safely stored away the corn with which his cheeks had been stuffed. As soon as Farmer Brown's boy had gone to the barn to milk the cows Sammy Jay slipped back to the Old Orchard to look for Chatterer and his temper Terrors of Darkness Yield to Suggestion According to Prof. Hamburger of the University of Graz, the night terror of children can be cured only by suggestion. His statement refers only to genuine night terror and not to that of febrile children, says the Journal of the American Medical association. The causative agent is always some frightening observation of the child, some "paychic trauma" which occupies the thought of the child and influences its dreams. The child awakening with the signs of fright is still asleep even if he sees and is able to answer questions; at least he is dream-dizzy. Certain periodically repeating manifestations show that always one and the same remembrance is causing the night fright. Dr. Hamburger does not consult with the parent regarding the at-stonewall on the edge of the Old Orchard with Sammy Jay after him screaming, "Thief-thief! thief!" at the top of his lungs. "My gracious what a racket-" exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy as he opened the door. "That Jay is making such a fuss that I should think there was a Fox about." He put his milk pails down and stepped back into the house. In a minute he was out again with his terrible gun in his hands. He went straight to the old stonewall, where only a few minutes before Reddy Fox had been hiding, and it was well for Reddy that he had slipped away the minute Sammy Jay began to scream at Chatterer. Farmer Brown's boy looked disappointed when he saw no signs of Reddy. Then he went over to the little house of Bowser the Hound and unchained Bowser. Bowser wagged his tail and yelped with delight when he saw the gun, for he dearly loves to hunt. He ran ahead back to the Old Orchard and almost at once his great deep voice told all within hearing that his wonderful nose had found the trunk of Reddy Fox. "I thought so," said Farmer Brown's boy. "I thought there had been a Fox here." Then he sighed, for he would have liked nothing better than to go hunting for Reddy. But there were empty milk pails and Farmer Brown's boy is not the kind who run away for pleasure when there is work to be done. Sammy Jay had flown away as soon as he saw Farmer Brown's boy and his terrible gun. Chatterer had hidden in the old stonewall where he safely stored away the corn with which his cheeks had been stuffed. As soon as Farmer Brown's boy had gone to the barn to milk the cows Sammy Jay slipped back to the Old Orchard to look for Chatterer and his temper Good democrats who despise the caste system still cling to the hope that the poor and mysterious here in the story will turn out to be a prince in disguise. Still, it's a lot easier to love our fellow men if they are women. George Our Boy Reporter Fare an warmer an next Wensday we are gain to get out Thursday's paper a day a hed of time I gess cause the cheef sed we woodnt have no paper Thanksgivin an Mrs Van wich reeds the proofs she sed well that's sumthin to be thankful for ennyhow. jim dash I vus helpin down stares to wipe up the press wich gets dirty from the ink an I got a lot of ink all over my face an my hands an my shirt an I went up stares to the office to asthe cheef wood I haff to wipe it up evry time an Mister Schmelzer whats the minister he wus in the office ritin up his church news I gess an he sed hello there George how is old Jim dastoh heaint never got back an Mister Bill Goodrum lost his shirt also. jim dash Mister Andradder wich is the pleeceman wus up on Center street today. jim dash Oscar Heying wich is the tall wun ast me wood I rite a add for thare Christmase presents this yeer so I ast the cheef an he sed George when a customer acts you to do sumthin you do it if brakes a leg so I will jesses soon as I find out what Mister Heying is goin to have to sell sept face powders an seditz powders an things like that for wommen. jim dash Mister Doctor Foy wich is a quire Dr. Hamburger does not consult with the parent regarding the attendance and treatment of these children. He prescribes some innocent drug and orders the child to take five drops at bedtime. He gives the instructions directly to the child, stating very positively that the taking of the medicine insures a quiet night and undisturbed sleep. Speaking of a good day's sport, have you ever tried to teach your wife how to drive an automobile? Fine feathers make fine birds, but before proposing look on the line in the back yard. NEXT WE HAVE TURKEY, CRANBERRY SAUCE, BOILED ONIONS, CANDIED SWEET POTATOES, SPICED PEARS, AND CALIFLOWER! AFTER THAT WE HAVE A RICH ALLIGATOR PEAR SALAD WITH RUSSIAN DRESSING THEN FOR DESSERT WE HAVE MINCE PIE, PUMPKIN PIE PLUM PUDDING WITH BRANDY SAUCE, THEN COFFEE, CHEESE AND CRACKERS! Oscar Heying wich is the tall wun ast me wood I rite a add for thare Christamma presents this yeer so I ast the cheef an he sed George when a customer acts you to do sumthin you do it if it brakes a leg so I will jesses socn as I find out what Mister Heying is goin to have to sell sept face powders an sedlitz powders an things like that for wommen. Mister Doctor Foy wich is a quire practer sed he dont mind bein tried for makin people well whats sick. He sed after a wile they will get tired of tryin him. I gess. Mister Jackson wich is the sheriff will get tired seein him a round the cort house pretty soon also. Quire practers jess rub your back bone an make you well. I ast Doctor Foy wood quire practiss help my stummick alk if I get it agen an he sed you bet your sweet life it wood George. All it is is sum nerves wich gets mis lade or sumthin like that. Iaint had stummick alk since water melonswas here. thirty — HERALD Thursday, November 17, 1921. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier...$ .65 One Year by Mall ...$4.00 One Month by Mail ...$ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. MARKETS Nov. 17.—Seventeen and seven cars of market is higher on ormarket is steady. Men who pay the least for clothes THEY dont try to save on the "price;" they save by getting fine quality.. The long wear they get means fewer clothes to buy. You'll save by coming here—you'll get Hart Schaffner & Marx quality; 1-3 more value. F. A. YUNGBLUTH The Home of Hart, Schaffner & Marx Clothes 145 W. Center St., Anaheim Waffles and Coffee FREE ! Waffles and Coffee FREE! Thursday, Friday and Saturday AT The Holland Electric Co. 119 No. Los Angeles St. Mrs. Bertha Skelton will demonstrate on those days the efficiency of the Westinghouse Electrical Cooking Appliances. —By POP MOMAND DESSERT WE HAVE PUMPKIN PIE WITH BRANDY COFFEE, CHEESE AND CRACKERS! GIVE ME TWO DOLLARS WORTH OF DYSPEPSIA TABLETS, A BOTTLE OF STOMACH TONIC AN A HOT WATER BOTTLE! AN' SOMETHIN' FOR CRAMPS! POP MOMAND.