anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-28

HERALD EDITORIALS CAN EXPERT OPINION BE BOUGHT It is interesting to note that the Burch and Arbuckle trials are surrounded with experts. One expert on insanity says Burch is insane, and another says he is not. When experts disagree, who decides? In the Arbuckle case, we find one physician declares Virginia Rappe died from injuries apparently caused by external force, while an expert physician for the defense declares he once handled a case he thinks similar to Miss Rappe's and defined it as "spontaneous." We find the motion picture industry, with its millions, gathering expert opinions to prove that Arbuckle did not attack Miss Rappe and eventually cause her death. What about the testimony about the ice applied to Miss Rappe's body in an unspeakable [and unthinkable] manner? Does one expert physician say that might have caused her death and another say that it might have benefitted her? The fact remains that Virginia Rappe entered a room and Arbuckle followed her. When he came out of that room, she was doomed and she said Arbuckle hurt her. All the expert physicians or surgeons in the world cannot deny that. Public opinion has decided that Miss Rappe would be alive today if Arbuckle had not followed her to that room. Gavin McNabb, the brilliant attorney, would have taken the side of the state no doubt, if he had been retained, and would have been equally as active in prosecuting Arbuckle as he is now in defending him. The whole order of procedure is wrong so far as expert opinions are concerned. While all physicians and surgeons are not of the type, the public is coming to believe that there would be no expert opinions in murder trials if the experts were not paid a handsome fee. would be alive today if Arbuckle had not followed her to that room. Gavin McNabb, the brilliant attorney, would have taken the side of the state no doubt, if he had been retained, and would have been equally as active in prosecuting Arbuckle as he is now in defending him. The whole order of procedure is wrong so far as expert opinions are concerned. While all physicians and surgeons are not of the type, the public is coming to believe that there would be no expert opinions in murder trials if the experts were not paid a handsome fee. Dr. Harry Ellington Brooks, special writer for the Los Angeles Times, says it is not surprising that so many people are filling untimely graves when medical doctors so often disagree in guessing what is physically wrong. The defense in the Burch murder trial declares the defendant is insane, and expert alienists [physicians, they must be physicians] say he is unbalanced. The state alienists declare Burch is very alert mentally, and there you are. There is much to be desired in the courts of this country, much indeed to the end that real justice is done. There is a great suspicion that there is a justice for the poor and something in the guise of justice for the rich. MADE IN GOOD FAITH The American proposal in relation to a naval construction holiday was made in good faith. It could not have been so made except as an appeal to the good faith of other powers. Its suggestion that certain ships be scrapped also was a move to lessen the financial burden that weighs down the powers of the world. And it weighs other powers far more heavily than it does the United States. Japan does not seem to regard the plan with definite favor. In a general way it ejaculates "fine! fine!" or the Oriental equivalent, but coming down to consideration of details; it wants more ships. Wants them for what? For defense, say the Japanese. Against whom does Japan need to be defended? This is a question the answer to which might be illuminative. If it thinks it may need to beat back the invading forces of England or of this country, it must doubt the sincerity of both. It must regard the conversation of American and British representatives at the conference as mere persiflage, the froth on the currents of diplomacy. With the number of ships tentatively allotted by the Hughes plan, Japan would be competent to defend itself against any countries but England and the United States, both of which pledge their honors not to be aggressive. Despite delay and debate some great and definite good will come out of the conference. It is not a mere ebullition of energy going to waste. Even the carping correspondents paid for trying to discredit it, are unable to do so. A dog's bark is worse than his bite but unfortu- With the number of ships tentatively allotted by the Hughes plan, Japan would be competent to defend itself against any countries but England and the United States, both of which pledge their honors not to be aggressive. Despite delay and debate some great and definite good will come out of the conference. It is not a mere ebullition of energy going to waste. Even the carping correspondents paid for trying to discredit it, are unable to do so. A dog's bark is worse than his bite, but, unfortunately, a mosquito doesn't bark. What we wish is the shadow; what we will is the substance. The most exclusive people in the world are either in society or in jail. Often the man who makes a noise like a bureau of charities has the tightest pursestrings. PIANO BESS L. BENNETT 114 So. Philadelphia St. Phone 131J Wednesday—Friday—Saturday Interviews By Appointment. PAINTING APERING ROY A. TAYLOR All Work Guaranteed 210 N. Los Angeles St., Anaheim —Phone 26— Anaheim Sanitary Dairy Phone 268M Fresh Milk Delivered QUARTS 15c: PINTS 20 Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES I'M SURE YOUR WIFE WILL LIKE THIS HAT! WAIT- I'LL HAVE A MODEL BUT IT ON SO YOU CAN SEE HOW IT LOOKS! ALL RIGHT! I'D LIKE TO SEE IT ON! Snap Shots By Henry James Singer McCormack has paid $150,000 for a picture. That's what comes of having a system full of golden notes. Germany tells the allies to prepare for the shock of not getting a single simoleon next reparation pay day. Burch is said to have plenty of money for his defense. That has been known to help some. If street cars could stop all the jitneys, or the jitneys could stop all the street cars, one side would be happy. Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart November is a peculiar month. October's hot air has changed to political frosts. The alchemy of the month of Indian summer transforms the individuality of the new incumbents to office just as it does the characteristics of the ones who have been retired. Men are no longer celestial beings who can do no wrong, nor are they close companions of His Majesty the Devil, following in his footsteps closely. Halos or hoofs and horns are thrown into the discard and the candidate emerges as the man he really is. Now hoofs and horns have never been considered treasured possessions by humans. But most of us like to hold to our halos—did we ever possess them. A halo seems to set one off a trifle from the common run of humanity. That nimbus of luminosity is much sought after, albeit in mistaken ways. In our anxiety to gain and hold it for our own, we are apt to be worn crooked—and a crooked halo has lost its attractiveness. No matter with what perfection our friends have tried. George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an Mister Oscar Heying wich is the tall wuns is got on his winter flannins now. Alaint cause he sed the cold dont get to him; quick like it does to Oscar cause he's short. jim dash Good nite. I bet Mister Noll up to the Bake Rite bakry will cut that cake up an sell it now wich wade 42 pounds. He sed jess cause 3 peeples gessed it wus 42 pound he coodnt give it to three of them. I ast him why didnt he cut it in three peeces an he sed cause that woodnt be rite cause we sed we wood give a hull cake to who wun it. Ennyhow he give a cake to Elsie Jessurum an Mrs, Rex Gibson an Mister Felitz. I ast Mister Feitz how did he no how much did it way an he sed he figgered how high is it an how wide also an multiplide it by how round it wus an that wus the answer. Good nite. I bet if he node how tall you are an how much its a round your sturm mick an how old you are he cood tell ware you wus borned maybe. Evrybuddy wus satisfise Mister Noll sed eunyhow. Mister Dolan up to the bank an Mister Fraser up to the chamber of commerce what dont want me to put his name in the paper an the cheef an Mister Lowden wich aint no relashuns to the man what runned for President was the judges. Mister Noll give them; the big cake I ges to take home to thare famblies only the cheef aint got nun yet. jim dash When Mister Bull Montanner wus here restlin with Al Sparkes he cum in the office to see the sportin editor an so Mister Padden wich talks itallyun also he talked to him an he sed Bull what nashnality are you an Mister Bull he sed I am a wop an Mister Padden sed cum over here an meet Mister Janss which is a wop also an they laffed cause Hubert he aint wop he wus borneed here. Nobuddy wus hurt. jim dash Mister Stork wus up visitin Mister Roy Velarde an next week he is goin sum wares else my Mother sed. jim dash Mister Schmelzer an Ruth an Mrs. Schmelzer an Victor wus over to Glendale they told the cheef an seen his bruther wich used to be our editor wun time till him an his bruther sed blood is as thick as water an evrythink an he sed he aint as fat as he wus cause he is workin now. I got a letter from him last week an he ast me how is my jim dash. thirty Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) Now hoofs and horns have never been considered treasured possessions by humans. But most of us like to hold to our halos—did we ever possess them. A halo seems to set one off a trifle from the common run of humanity. That nimbus of luminosity is much sought after, albeit in mistaken ways. In our anxiety to gain and hold it for our own, we are apt to be worn crooked—and a crooked halo has lost its attractiveness. No matter with what perfection our friends have tried to endow us, we find that in the stress of battles we're very much like others. Yes, it's a difficult matter to keep a halo. And this is the eternal paradox of the halo question: the more one tries to keep one the harder it is. The only variety worth having is the one which hovers unsought because of the desire to do one's very best. Cat Commits Suicide Ties Up Great Mine Estrelda, a Maltese cat belonging to little Marie Kovovic at Luzerne Mines, Pa., committed suicide by electrocution the other day and incidentally put out of commission for a time the biggest electrically equipped mine in the word. Estrelda, whose owner lives near the Rochester and Pittsburgh Coal company operation, wandered into the company's power house. In her meandering she rubbed her moist noise against the exposed part of an electrical switch. At the same time her waving tail touched the bushing on another switch. Instantly this created a short circuit, which compelled a sudden cessation of operations throughout the 22-000-volt, high-tension plant. Investigation of the cause of the trouble revealed the remains of Estrelda, much singed. SUNSHINE CAUSES PANIC IN THEATER A little ray of sunshine caused a panic in a New York moving picture theater one afternoon recently. About 300 women and children were watching a thriller on the screen at the Academy, in East Houston street, when the manager, Charles Goldschang, ordered the ventilators opened. When the first one was pushed aside a flash of brilliant sunlight fell upon a red patch in the wall. Some one cried fire and the spectators started for the street poll mell. Several children were badly trampled and four women fainted. Two men passing outside sent in a fire alarm. No one was seriously injured. Well, She Did An enterprising Jap student at one of America's inland colleges, who Chatterer has the greatest contempt or barn mice. Of course, you have guessed what it was that Chatterer had been meddling with. It was a mouse trap, and he had sprung it without getting hurt. Chatterer didn't know that it was a trap. He ought to have known, but he didn't. You see, it was not at all like the traps Farmer Brown's boy had sometimes set for him in the Green Forest. He knew all, about those traps, and never, never went near them. Now that there was nothing more excitiling about the mouse trap, Chatterer turned his attention to the other queer thing. He walked all around it and looked at it from every side. It certainly was queer. Yes, sir, it certainly was queer! It looked something like a little house, only he could see all through it. He put one paw out and touched it. Nothing happened. He tried it again. Then he jumped right on top of it. Still nothing happened. He tried his sharp teeth on it, but he couldn't bite it. You see, it was made of stout wire. Inside was something that looked good to eat. It snailled good, too. Chatterer began to wonder what it would taste like. The more he wondered the more he wanted to know. There must be some way of getting in, and if he could get in, of course, he would get out again. He jumped down to the floor and ran all around the queer little wire house. At each end was a sort of little wire hallway. Chatterer stuck his head in one. It seemed perfectly safe. He crept a little way in and then backed out in a hurry. Nothing happened. He tried it again. Still nothing happened. "Better keep away," said a small voice down inside of him. "Pooh! Who's afraid!" said Chatterer. "This thing can't hurt me." Then he crept a little further in. Right in front of him was a little round doorway with a little wire door. Chatterer pushed the little door with his nose, and it opened a teeny, weeny bit. He drew back suspiciously. Then he tried it again, and this time pushed the little door open. He did this two or three times, until finally he had his head quite inside, and there right down below him was that food he so wanted to taste. "I can hop right down and get it, and then hop right up again," thought Chatterer. "Don't do it," said the small voice inside. "Corn is plenty good enough. Besides, it is time you were getting back to the Old Orchard." "It won't take but a minute," said Chatterer, "and I really must know what that tastes like." With that he jumped down. Snap! Chatterer looked up. The little wire door had closed. Old Mr. Trouble had got Chatterer at last. Yes, sir, he certainly had got Chatterer this time! You see, he couldn't open that little wire door from the inside. He was in a trap—a wire rat trap, set by Farmer Brown's boy. HUGE DUST CLOUD APREARS IN SPACE Tree 1,350 Years Old Found In Washington When the first one was pushed aside a flash of brilliant sunlight fell upon a red patch in the wall. Some one cried fire and the spectators started for the street pill mill. Several children were badly trampled and four women fainted. Two men passing outside sent in a fire alarm. No one was seriously injured. Well, She Did An enterprising Jap student at one of America's inland colleges, who landed here with practically no English in his vocabulary, secured a job on a farm during the vacation season. He assimilated the language readily enough and soon had a workable command of words—enough to get by with; but the feminine nouns properly applicable to the various domestic animals came near proving a German Marne. One morning he came running in very great haste to the master of the house, gasping as he ran: "Please, honorable Boss, come quickly—hen-pig. she have pups!"—Everybody's. HUGE DUST CLOUD APPEARS IN SPACE An astounding discovery by a Dutch scientist of a heavenly body twenty million times larger than the sun has introduced a new factor into astronomical circles. It is thought that the body is a huge cloud of dust that will eventually become a star. Measurements made of the dark mass show it to be 140,000,000,000 miles long and twice that far away from the earth. 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