anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-01

HERALD EDITORIALS BEING DRAGGED INTO WAR “Another war is coming . . . It will not drag in this country, however, if our government keeps the last election in mind.” It is pity to have to touch so often on the subject of war. Just at this time the topic is not to be avoided. The world is full of discussion of it, happily devoted mostly to absolute condemnation. Nations conceive their duty to be not proficiency in fighting, and in truculency of mental attitude, but in devising methods of a just and pervasive peace. The quotation above is an excerpt from a series of comments. It is a foolish assertion primarily. The appended opinion that the memory of the last election would keep this country from being dragged in, reaches close to the depths of puerility. If another world war were to eventuate, nothing could keep this country from being dragged in. Neither prayer, nor politics, nor cowardice, nor principle could keep it out. It would be drawn in despite the repugnance the thought would stir. In the article from which the excerpt was taken, from the pen of a proponent of the German cause in the late conflict, runs the intimation that the United States had no business in that affair. As though the whole globe, with the exception of the American area could become a battlefield, and all America hold aloof unalarmed and unconcerned! Because of the count of votes at a past eelction, at that! The trouble with writers who look forward to a war to rage on two continents and the seven seas without in any manner being the concern of America, is that they neglect to think. But even if they thought, each according to his capacity, and still clung to their opinions, the theory that it is the duty of this country to keep away from all activities designed to encourage universal peace, still must lack defense. Because of the count of votes at a past election, at that! The trouble with writers who look forward to a war to rage on two continents and the seven seas without in any manner being the concern of America, is that they neglect to think. But even if they thought, each according to his capacity, and still clung to their opinions, the theory that it is the duty of this country to keep away from all activities designed to encourage universal peace, still must lack defense. SOME OTHER MAN In applying for a divorce a plaintiff stated that her husband "was not the man she thought he was." How the error occurred, in what manner a substitute was tossed into the martial bark, did not appear from her statement. The course of the court has not been related. Probably the fact of having intended to marry one man, and having discovered later that she had married another, would be regarded as fair grounds for irritation. Very likely this was not a case of mistaken identity as the complaint seems to specify. Love, although habitually blind, usually is observant enough to be aware of the person upon whom it bestows favors. However, it is not strange that a wife should awaken to the truth that she said "I will," not exactly to a strange individual, but to one she was not acquainted with. Many marriages that come into court for dissolution have been entered into between parties who knew of each other only that which could be learned by casual contact, compressed within a few hours. Each during that brief term naturally had been on best behavior. When a man, happening to see a pretty girl at the next table at lunch, inquires who she is, and conducts a rapid wooing that leads to wedding before the dinner hour of the same day, of course both are taking chances. It is not surprising that he should turn out to be another man than the ideal, or even that she, as an element of the domestic establishment, turn out to lack perfection. Japan has a new titular ruler and there is reason to expect many voluntary changes of policy. The ruler who has just retired didn't rule except theoretically, and in this respect the one following him is likely to be different. He is a modern, not a conservative, and knows something of the world. It was unkind for a Korean to ask the Japanese delegates right out in meeting, what they expected to do with his country. For their reply to please him was impossible, and so they sidestepped, and this didn't seem to please him either. Between C By Della M It seems to be quite say "damn." It rolls with great fluency, novels. One deduce must number among qualities those wito profanity, even if oi circles do not contain But there's one gr swear words. When need them they are o and vulgar. And whi the need of strong s so inadequate to exwould. And the vulgar. Doesn't it seem a tr the weight of our pe appointment on some c and send it as a scathe world to rend. perhorns? And don't we w with impatience and l trol when we thus catgoat from our inner co. If one were inclined ings, like the statistic compute the force wi superfluous "damns." voir confining variety, lions of gallons would reserve? How many o farm lands could be fircrystal contents and i how many dollars' worth saved for humanity? times could the earth b their letters laid end t many kilowatta of force toward doing the work were they transformed strength? Why be profane? T many other more desirafactory ways of "letting" San Joaquin Valley R plan to extend the scope activities. The directorate creased from seven to new members to repress pendent packers, fresh f rus growers and dai present body includes peach and fig industries; ducers of the valley at new wage scale has also o by the association: R $1.75 and $2 and board; without board. Married. $90 with cottage. "Both ob dese gents," t ness, Mandy Thomas, rathe with the importance of be- "was standin' at the cornewith each other pretty hot like." "Relate the converthe prosecutor. "Ah don't remember it" Mandy thoughtfully, "ceewas calin' each other wh It was unkind for a Korean to ask the Japanese delegates right out in meeting, what they expected to do with his country. For their reply to please him was impossible, and so they sidestepped, and this didn’t seem to please him either. Governor Small of Illinois has attacked the indictments against him. Devoid of all the niceties of legal phrase, the reply amounts to charging the framers of the indictments with telling whoppers. United States troops are on the way home from Germany. Along with them are a number of wives and babies. Chances are that the offspring of loyal American soldiers and thrifty German girls will be pretty good Americans. Ellis Transfer & Moving LOCAL AND LONG DISTANCE HAULING 119 E. Center St. Phone 310J 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 8c Morning and evening delivery THIS IS ANNIE'S BIRTHDAY SO YOU ARE TWENTY-EIGHT DAY? WHAT PETER GIVE YOU FOR A BIRTHD PRESENT, MRS. NAHEIM DAILY HERE Snap Shots By Henry James When the powers seek to etherize China, the latter asked "Where'd you get that stuff?" and wriggles off the dissecting table. In writing for the Hearst papers H. G. Wells is in the worst company he ever mixed with. Why should a president be forced to fool away his valuable time considering who shall be postmaster at the crossroads. Co-eds at Northwestern university were given a list of questions designed to display their morals. They answered the questions, proving that at least they were polite. An American tried to break the air speed record, but only managed to fly at the rate of 197.8 an hour. However, he may be said to have been going some. The goat gland grafter of course is a species distinct from the gold brick grafter. Plattnum is no prettier than tin, but it has the advantage of costing more. Happily some of the girls who tell of having been kidnapped are merely practicing on scenario plots. Between Ourselfes By Della M. Stewart It seems to be quite the fashion to say "damn." It rolls off feminine lips with great fluency, especially in our novels. One deduces that writers must number among their woman acquaintances those who are addicted to profanity, even if our own narrow circles do not contain them. George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an Camila Moreno which is from Mexico pade $ five dollars to Judge Howard for doin sum brawlin up to the sugar factory. He gives it to the city Judge Howard. The munney I mean. jim dash Mister Lumadon up to Turton an Lumsdon wich is agents for the Maxwell autos sed Christmuss aint what it wus when he wus a boy wich is a bout 60 yeers a go I gess but be dont look like he, wus more than a bout 30 yeers old when bis hat is on. jim dash We got a new store now wich is the seder chest what girls puts things in wich is goin to get marrid an they call it thare hope chest up to when they get marrid an then they call it thare chest for things wich mite cum a long enny time. Mrs Fellinge is runnin it an Harriet Muzzy also. Cum wun an cum all an get sumthin for your chest. It aint medsin its jess Christmuss presents. jim dash Mister Eddie Schneider wish is waiter's an Oscar's brother what runs the meet market is got a new ice box in the bucher shop now he sed to take care of thare bizness wich is growin like lightnin with greese on it. He sed everybuddy is eatin more meet now so he's got to get more so he cood feed them. I gess its cause Oscar got marrid also an is got a bigger fambly now. I gess Mister Harry Riley is goin to get Mrs Riley sum dimonds for Christmas cause I hurd him tellin Mister Horse Benjamin in the bank that he had ten of djrnds an got the pot also. jim dash Mister Arthur May sed he teeched Mrs May how to sing. jim dash Mister Spencer what runs the paint store sed ladies shoodnt take no chance when they are paintin. He sed he makes paint wich you cood ware out in the sun for 70 yeers. Cum wun an cum all he sed an get your paint from Mister Spencer wich is the best paint man in the city. jim dash Mister Victor LaMont sed he aint goin to rent to nobuddy no more up to the Clonial partmuns what aint got thare own towlls. jim dash Mister McCord up to the Anaheim nashnul bank had a hull bunch of re-lashuns up to his house for Thanksgiving dinner wich he filled up he sed an then they went home. Next year he is goin to thare house to even up an get fifty fifty with them he sed. an he sed Jess like as not turkeys wood be drugs on the market an sellin for 10 seens a pound but I dont gess he will wate a hull yeer. — thirty — Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart It seems to be quite the fashion to say "damn." It rolls off feminine lips with great fluency, especially in our novels. One deduces that writers must number among their woman acquaintances those who are addicted to profanity, even if our own narrow circles do not contain them. But there's one great trouble with swear words. When one does not need them they are so superfluous—and vulgar. And when one does feel the need of strong speech, they are so inadequate to express what we would. And the vulgarity is the same. Doesn't it seem a trifle small to lay the weight of our petulance or disappointment on some poor little word and send it as a scapegoat out into the world to rend, perchance, with its horns? And don't we brand ourselves with impatience and lack of self-control when we thus catapult the scapegoat from our inner consciousness? If one were inclined to idle musings, like the statisticians, one could compute the force wasted in these superfluous "damns." If the reservoir confining variety, how many millions of gallons would they hold in reserve? How many thousands of farm lands could be irrigated by their crystal contents and, in consequence, how many dollars' worth of foodstuffs saved for humanity? How many times could the earth be encircled by their letters laid end to end? How many kilowatt of force be released toward doing the work of the world, were they transformed into usable strength? Why be profane? There are so many other more desirable and satisfactory ways of "letting off steam." San Joaquin Valley Fruit Growers plan to extend the scope of their activities. The directorate will be increased from seven to eleven, the new members to represent the independent packers, fresh fruit men, citrus growers and dairymen. The present body includes the raisin, peach and fig industries and the producers of the valley at large. The new wage scale has also been adopted by the association: Ranch labor, $1.75 and $2 and board; $3 and $3.50 without board. Married help $70 to 90 with cottage. "Both ob desse gents," said the witness, Mandy Thomas, rather impressed with the importance of being in court. Was standin' at the corner converser' with each other pretty hot an' pointed like?" "Relate the conversation," said the prosecutor. "Ah don't remember it, sah." said Andy thoughtfully, "cept dart dey as calin' each other what they is." Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER IS PUT IN PRISON Who ever does a deed that's wrong Will surely find some day That for that naughty act of his He'll surely have to pay. THAT was the way with Chatterer the Red Squirrel. Or course he had no business to steal corn from Farmer Brown's corncrib. To be sure he felt that he had just as much right to that corn as Farmer Brown had. You see the little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest feel that everything that grows belongs to them if they want it and are smart enough to get it before some one else does. But there," said he, "is a new home for you, you little red imp! I guess it will keep you out of trouble for a while." He slid back a little door in the top of the box. Then he put on a stout glove and opening a little door in the trap he put in his big hand and closed it around Chatterer. Poor little Chatterer! He was sure now that this was the end, and that he was to be given to Black Pussy, who was locking on with hungry yellow eyes. He struggled and did his best to bite, but the thick glove gave his sharp little teeth no chance to hurt the hand that held him. Even in his terror he noticed that that big hand tried to be gentle and squeezed him no tighter than was necessary. Then he was lifted out of the trap and dropped through the little doorway in the top of the queer box and the door was fastened. Nothing terrible had happened after all. At first Chatterer just sulked in one corner. He still felt sure that something terrible was going to happen. Farmer Brown's boy took the box out into the shed and put it where the sun shone into it. For a little while he stayed watching, but Chatterer still sulked and sulked. By and by he went away, taking Black Pussy with him, and Chatterer was alone. When ne was quite sure that no one was about Chatterer began to wonder what sort of a place he was in and if there wasn't some way to get out. He found that one side and the top were of fine stout wire through which he could look out, and that the other sides and bottom were of wood covered with wire, so that there was no chance for his sharp teeth to gnaw a way out. In one corner was a stoor piece of an apple tree, with two little stubby branches to sit on, and half way up a little round hole. Very cautiously Chatterer peeped inside the hole. Inside was a splendid hollow. On the floor of the box was a little heap of shavings and bits of rag. And there was a little pile of yellow corn. How Chatterer did hate the sight of that corn! You see, it was corn that had got him into all this trouble. At least that is the way Chatterer felt about it. It is just there that Chatterer went wrong. Farmer Brown had harvested that corn and stored it in his corncrib and so, of course, no one else had any right to it. Right down deep in his heart Chatterer knew this. If he hadn't known it he wouldn't have been so sly in taking what he wanted. He knew all the time that he was stealing, but he tried to make himself believe that it was all right. So he had kept on stealing and stealing until at last he was caught in a trap, and now he had got to pay for his wrongdoing. Chatterer was very miserable, so miserable and frightened that he could do nothing but sit huddled up in a little shivery ball. He hadn't the least doubt in the world that this was his very last day that farmer Brown's house cared for threeblightiness wich is grown like lightlin with greese on it. He sed evrybuddy is eatin more meet now so he's got to get more so he cood feed them. I gues its cause Oscar got marrid also an is got a bigger famblly now. thirty "Both ob des gents," said the witness, Mandy Thomas, rather impressed with the importance of being in court. Was standin' at the corner conversin' with each other pretty hot an' pointed beak." "Relate the conversation," said the prosecutor. "Ah don't remember it, sah." said Mandy thoughtfully, "cept dat dey was calin' each other what they is." The New Jersey Legislature suggests that all poison tablets should be made coffin shaped to distinguish them from medicine. There is some talk of farmers, in the interest of small boys, giving to grow green apples to resemble little hospital cots. A poor but otherwise strictly honest man says that the worst thing abouthes is not having any. And what a lot more happiness there could be in this world if love would remain blind after marriage! He usually gives me roses—one for each year. Here you are, Annie aren't they beautiflerethere are just thredozen an'a half o'them HERALD Thursday, December 1, 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. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS WHAT DISARMMENT MAY DO TO THE NATIONAL AIRS "The Star-Spangled Banner." On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in deep silence reposes. You can see all the soldiers quite soundly asleep. For they've nothing to fight with, inspection discloses. Not a sound can be heard save the terrible snores. Which an army gives vent to when through with all wars. O, the Star-Spangled Banner, O, long may it wave O'er the land where no weapons are sold to the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion Would bother us?... Say, don't they know that the door Has been closed upon war as a bum institution? Don't they know that no nation possesses a gun— That the war cry of all now is "Don't we have fun?"— That the Star-Spangled Banner now peacefully waves O'er the land of the "Yanks" and the home of the "Braves"?? Oh, thus be it ever, as freemen we stand, With nothing to fear but the high cost of living. Oh, this is the life, boys, so peaceful and grand, Let us play Put and Take, with less taking than giving. And this be our motto: "No Fighting Today!" Let us go to the park, there to gambo and play. Hurrah! Hurrah! We're on a vocal spree! We'll fight the foe with music from Atlanta to the sea As we go warbling through Georgia. British National Anthem God save our gracious king. Sweet, kind, and everything. Jolly old thing. Isn't it glorious— No rights to worry us? There's now no fight or fuss Saving a king. Have a Smile "Is the boss in?" asked the visitor. The office boy, with his chair tilted back and his legs stretched out on desk made no reply. "I asked if the boss was in," said the visitor. The office boy glanced at him, but remained silent. "Didn't you hear me?" snapped the visitor. "Of course, I heard you." answered the boy, scornfully. "Then why the dickens didn't you tell me if the boss's in?" "Now I ask you," retorted the boy, as he recrossed his legs on the desk, "does it look like it?" The wife of the vicar of a fashionable London suburb tells the story of a new parlor maid who was a great success. One day, however, she went out wearing clothes very much "above her station, and got into a motor car which was waiting near the vicarage gate. When she returned the vicar's wife Dependable Used Cars All in overhauled condition. Some have new paint, bumpers, spare tires and tire covers. New car prices are lower than four or five years ago, and used cars have hit bed rock. 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