anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-05

HERALD EDITORIALS CAPITALIZING UNREST The governor of Idaho suggests that unrest should be capitalized by pushing reclamation plans, thus giving employment to many now idle. Unrest hardly is to be regarded as an asset. Nevertheless the suggestion will be perceived to have merit. It is essential that lands be reclaimed. This would be capitalization of resources now idle and inert. The greatest purpose in undertaking the work would not be to end the unrest of which the governor speaks. Were this an effect, it would be incidental. The opportunity to do the work would be beneficial, but the completed work itself would add to the wealth of the nation and the world. It is true that markets are not to be found for the present total of production, but this is not a sign that too much is being produced. When farmers are burning corn, and coal miners do not know the luxury of cornbread, the condition reflects on human intelligence. The man who cultivates his own land is independent. No matter how hard the times, he cannot be starved and he cannot be frozen. He may grumble, perhaps with excellent reason, at the prices he receives, and at the cost of finished materials he must purchase, but he can "get by" on a small monetary income if necessary. More land available would turn the tide from the cities where population congests. It would mean more independent, self-supporting citizens. Whatever is worth doing is not only worth doing well, but doing quickly. The present seems an excellent time for starting of big public schemes to redeem desert and swamp. Between By Della M There's a delightful is to be found in the Delightful, because and modern. It's means "intense one mastering will to s How charmingly altogether easy to p inktum! No silen aries of pronunciation nce on our faces, at that! To be su what like the name in one of the fairy but what of it? The symbols of inter overmastering will may very possibly just this the later Spitzerinktum—will to succeed—it to be desired today curs. The overgather money, wi tering will to live get what is not rig plomacy and big b we can, by superjo ing anyway, to ga ltical power by th But the "overmast ceed," if we choose of success, is not To start out eat spitzerinktum as hourly companion To cast lazy desire without effort beh discontent and dis altogether satisfy How much more li the day with satisf he cannot be frozen. He may grumble, perhaps with excellent reason, at the prices he receives, and at the cost of finished materials he must purchase, but he can "get by" on a small monetary income if necessary. More land available would turn the tide from the cities where population congests. It would mean more independent, self-supporting citizens. Whatever is worth doing is not only worth doing well, but doing quickly. The present seems an excellent time for starting of big public schemes to redeem desert and swamp. RUSSIA WANTS A VOICE M. Kameneff, soviet director of famine relief, says that a great was is coming soon unless Russia and Germany be called into conference with other nations. He seems not to have learned the lesson that his present duties should have impressed upon him. Nations far better off than Russia are trying to abolish war. Part of the plea is that war is too costly. It is being considered from the economic as well as from the humanitarian angle. If the United States, richest power in the world, is poignantly aware that it cannot afford to engage in war; that the burden of preparedness is too great to be endured, what is Russia, eating the bread of charity, freezing, living in wretched squallor, to say that despite sentiment elsewhere, it intends to have war? The chains of poverty bind it. In its rage it might desire to pull down the pillars of the temple, but it has no Samson-like attribute. There is reported to be a radical outbreak in Portugal. In all likelihood the seeds of revolt were sowed by the bolshevism that dominates Russia. There the seeds found fertile soil. Russia must do its fighting vicariously. If in distant lands it may stir ignorance to rebellion, this is the present extent of its potency for evil. CONGRESSMEN IN CANADA The courtesy of Canadians is being strained, but is enduring the test. The congressional crowd now visiting Canada are the guests of a man who to most Canadians is persona non grata. They are not on an official mission. It may even be said that their presence in Canada in the peculiar circumstances, constitutes an affront. Certainly it has the color of impertinence. But they were offered the pleasure of a junket, and a junket is a tempting thing. Lately the crowd was at Ottawa. There was no sign of resentment that justly might have been dispayed. Canadians are good neighbors, and they are gentlemen. They decline to visit upon these strange callers the weight of the disapproval they entertain for the host. There is a resolution to come up for consideration at the next session of the Canadian parliament. It was forwarded from the legislative body that had given it unanimous approval. It would have been considered at the It has the color of imperfection. But they were offered the pleasure of a junket, and a junket is a tempting thing. Lately the crowd was at Ottawa. There was no sign of resentment that justly might have been dispayed. Canadians are good neighbors, and they are gentlemen. They decline to visit upon these strange callers the weight of the disapproval they entertain for the host. There is a resolution to come up for consideration at the next session of the Canadian parliament. It was forwarded from the legislative body that had given it unanimous approval. It would have been considered at the late session, but the pressure of absolutely essential business caused it to be carried over. This resolution favors the utter barring of all Hearst publications from Canada. There is expectation that at Ottawa it will receive the approval of the highest legislative body of the realm. For Hearst to plan an incursion when this condition was known to him, probably was as brazen a display of insolence as any of which he has been guilty since in the days of the war, when he wrapped himself in the American flag as he preferred aid and comfort to Germany. Herman Strandt 1104 West Center Street All kinds of Cement Work. Prices reasonable. Work Guaranteed. 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 9c Morning and evening delivery BUY IT IN ANAHEIM. KEEPING UP WITH THE JONES HEY BELLA DONNA! TH BELL'S RINGIN', GO TO TH' DOOR WILL YOU? Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart There's a delightful new word that is to be found in the latest dictionary. Delightful, because so entirely novel and modern, it's "spitzerinktum." It means "intense energy" or "the overmastering will to succeed." How charmingly euphemistic—how altogether easy to pronounce! Spitzerinktum! No silent letters, no vagaries of pronunciation—as plain as the nose on our faces, and a Roman one at that! To be sure it sounds somewhat like the name of dwarf or ogren in one of the fairy tales of our youth, but what of it? They were generally symbols of "intense energy" and "overmastering wills to succeed." It may very possibly be that we owe just this the later derivation. Spitzerinktum—the overmastering will to succeed—it's something greatly to be desired today in this world of curs. The overmastering will to gather money with us; the overmastering will to live without working; to get what is not rightfully ours, by diplomacy and big business methods. If we can, by superior force and scheming anyway, to gain wealth and political power by this method and that. But the "overmastering will to succeed," if we choose the high meaning of success, is not quite as prevalent. To start each morning with spitzerinktum as our momentary hourly, companion—how promising! To cast lazy desire for achievement without effort behind us, to banish discontent and discouragement, how altogether satisfying an ambition. How much more likely are we to end the day with satisfaction! George Our Boy Reporter Fare an warmer an good nite Miss Carry marrid yestilddy to Jim for the rest of thare lifes. It wus a suprise to evrybuddy cause we node they been goin to gether but we thought they wus jess frends but I gess we wus rong agen. G I hope she cums back here to work cause Miss Carry nose evrybuddy an evrythink the cheef sed. Jim is the feller what wares a soldier hat an a mushtash like Charlie Chaplin but I bet Miss Carry makes him take it off now. The mushtash I mean. I gess now Jim wont haff to give her no Christmuss presunt. The cheef sed we are goin to chip in an get sumthin for her for her weddin an I ast him what wus it an he sed i aint goin to tell an I ast him is it sumthin for her an him or sumthin jess for her an he sed well its sumthin you push a long an its got wheels an I sed I bet its a baby carridge an he sed gess agen an I cooodnt an then he sed well beins you are a good old scout George I'll tell you its a carpet sweeper. G wiz I dont gess Miss Carry wood want a carpet sweeper cause she she aint goin to have rugs. Mister Munson ast me wus I goin to kiss the bride wich is Miss Carry when she cums back an I told him I wood if he wood an he sed your on George. Mrs. Munson is here now so I gess she will be here when he kisses her. jim dash Widders gets marrid quicker than yung girls an old mades. Grass widders is ladies whats got husbands wich is beet it sum wares an dont no ware it is. My father sed sum widders has got husbands in wun place an sum others is got thpm sum wares else. jim dash Mister Andrew Asmussen was rested for sellin licker an tomorrer he is goin to get the dickens for it from Judge Howard. I ast Judge Howard what is he goin to do with him an he sed well George I am a firm bulever in suffisant is the day to its evil so I gess that meens sumthin in cort wich is latttn or Greek or Scandivavy maybe. -thirty — Newport Harbor Tides (Prepared by Leeds & Barnard consulting engineers, from U. S. C and G. S. Tide Tables.) Tuesday, December 6 2:57 a.m. 3:5 1:17 p.m. 3:4 8:40 a.m. 2:8 8:50 p.m. 1:2 Snap Shots By Henry James In a recent London speech Harvey took a slam at the Puritan fathers, probably thinking there would be no kick, but he forgot the sons of the fathers. Friends of H. G. Wells ought to plead with him to allow civilization a little longer lease of life; because, after all, civilization has its good points. An escaped prisoner writes back to the janitor to thank him for courtesies received. If the courtesy of the janitor stood this test, he's an exceptional person. Nevada divorces would lose their market value if the scheme of handing them out with a string attached were to be sustained. Liberty bonds at last have won a reasonable recognition of their real worth. The attorney general will be upheld by public opinion in saying that butterkiln without butter or milk is something else. Two men with ten women on a jury will have to lean heavily upon each other or lose their nerve. The French Bluebeard has not lost his head at this writing. Dry agents are instructed not to talk too much. They might have learned something by the reticence of the bootleggers. Probably the Paris rooster that has learned to smoke cigarettes was hatched from a hard boiled egg. Predictions are being made that 1921-22 will see the largest citrus crop in the history of the industry. Estimates now run as high as 55,806 carloads, compared with the 49,093 cars for 1920-21. Interest is being manifested in the grading of potatoes according to the United States standards. It is thought probable that in some sections of California financial institutions and large shipping corporations will make advances on potatoes meeting the United States grades and intended Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER HAS A PLEASANT SURPRISE CHATTERER the Red Squirrel, the mischief maker of the Green Forest, had never been more comfortable in his life. No matter how rough Brother North Wind roared across the Green Meadow and through the Green Forest, pilling the snow in great drifts, he couldn't send so much as one tiny shiver through the little red coat of Chatterer. And always right at hand was plenty to eat—corn and nuts and other good things such as Chatterer loves. No along the stone wall. Half the fun in life had been in running and jumping, and now there wasn't room in this little prison to stretch his legs. If only he could run—run as hard as ever he knew how, once in a while he felt that his prison wouldn't be quite so hard to put up with. That very afternoon while Chatterer was taking a nap in his bed in the hollow stump something was slipped over his little round doorway, and Chatterer awoke in a terrible fright to find himself a prisoner inside his hollow stump. There was nothing he could do about it but just lie there in his bed and shake with fright and wonder what dreadful thing was going to happen next. He could hear Farmer Brown's boy very busy about something in his cage. After a long, long time his little round doorway let in the light once more. It had been opened. At first Chatterer didn't dare go out, but he heard the soft little whistle with which Farmer Brown's boy always called him when he had something especially nice for him to eat, so out last he peeped out. There on the floor of the cage were some of the nicest nuts. Chatterer cane out at once. Then his sharp eyes discovered something else. It was a queer looking thing made of wire at one end of his cage. Chatterer looked at it with great suspicion. Could it be a new kind of trap? But what would a trap be doing there when he was already a prisoner? He ate all the nuts, all the time watching this new queer looking thing. It seemed harmless enough. He went a little nearer. Finally he hopped into it. It moved. Of course, that frightened him and he started to run up. But he didn't go up. No, sir, he didn't go up. You see, he was in a wire wheel, and as he ran the wheel went around. Chatterer was terribly frightened, and the faster he tried to run the faster the wheel went around. Finally he had to stop because he was out of breath and too tired to run another step. When he stopped the wheel stopped. Predictions are being made that 1921-22 will see the largest citrus crop in the history of the industry. Estimates new run as high as 55,806 carloads, compared with the 49,083 cars for 1920-21. Interest is being manifested in the grading of potatoes according to the United States standards. It is thought probable that in some sections of California financial institutions and large shipping corporations will make advances on potatoes meeting the United States grades and intended for storage. The practice of making advances on stock graded in this manner obtains in many states. The orange crop in Glenn County is showing well in quality and quantity. The sugar content is reported as around 9 per cent, Orland oranges took first prize at the Los Angeles fair. A second crop of Muscat grapes will be harvested in Fresno County this season, according to reports, which will recana quarter of a million dollars more to growers of that district. Chatterer's prison was a nice, roomy cage made by Farmer Brown's boy and kept in Farmer Brown's house. That is the reason Chatterer had nothing to fear from cold, rough Brother North Wind. Since he had been in prison Chatterer had learned to think very differently of Farmer Brown's boy from what he used to think. In fact, he and Farmer Brown's boy had become very good friends, for Farmer Brown's boy was always very gentle and always brought him something good to eat. "He isn't at all like what I had thought," said Chatterer, "and if I was free I wouldn't be afraid of him at all. I—I'd like to tell some of the other little Green Forest people about him. If only—" Chatterer didn't finish. Instead a great lump filled his throat. You see, he was thinking of the Green Forest and the Old Orchard and how he used to race through the tree tops and he never had been so comfortable in all his life. But he wasn't happy, not truly happy. You see, he was in prison, and no matter how nice a prison maybe, no one can be truly happy there. Little by little Chatterer began to understand. Farmer Brown's boy had made that wheel to give him a chance to run all he wanted to and whenever he wanted to. When he understood this Chatterer was as nearly happy as he could be in a prison. It was such a pleasant surprise! He would race and race in it until he just had to stop for breath, while Farmer Brown's boy looked on and laughed to see how much happier he had made Chatterer. Next Story: Sammy Jay's Sharp Eyes. HERALD MONDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1921. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier...$ .65 One Year by Mall...$4.00 One Month by Mall...$ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS AN OPEN LETTER TO THE BOY REGENT OF JAPAN Dear Horohito:—I see by the paper that you have been made a regent. I was a regent once in the Gentlemen's Auxiliary of the Maccabees. At the regular weekly Tuesday night installations a regent cuts quite a figure. Judging from the newspaper photographs, a regent of Japan wears a finer uniform than a regent of the Maccabees—or even of the Hepta-sophs, for that matter—and I see no reason why you shouldn't hold the office for many years, if you so desire, unless you vote against the annual clambake at Mulligan's Grove. But I think you ought to take a little advice. After all, my dear Ho, you are only twenty years of age. That makes you pretty young for a regent. I remember my lodge had a rule that a man had to be thirty-five before he could become a regent, or, for that matter, an esteemed outer guard of fifth deputy kleagle. Very likely you would much rather be a right end on a college football team or chairman of the junior glee club at your age. Certainly I can think of nothing worse that could happen to a lad of twenty than to be made a regent. If anybody had come to me when I was twenty and said, Lookee here, George, we've been thinking it over and you gotta be regent of Japan," it would have spoiled our day. "I don't want to be regent of Japan," we would have replied. "I'm having a great time learning the new dances, and I know a lot of peachy girls, and my evenings are all taken up, an' everything, and if I become a regent of Japan it'll just ruin my fun. If I accept the regency I'll open-work at it Tuesday afternoons." So, on the level, Horo, old scout, I think you ought to turn this regent job down. Of course, in the days before the world war a boy could be a regent and not work at it much. But today that is so much going on in an international way pro and con and vice versa that you won't get much time to do the cabarets. No, Ho, you ought to lay off this regency for a few more years. There's going to be a lot of parlaying and conferences and negotiations, etc., and they'll interfere with your petting parties and musical shows something awful. There must be hanging around Japan a lot of old birds who like to worry and who would make good re-gents. You let some one of 'em have it. The real danger is that this regent business leads to other things. First thing you know you'll advance you up a chair and make you emperor. And then look what you'll be up against. All the newspapers will be saying you are planning a war on the United States, and you'll have to stay around the palace twenty-four hours a day so as not to disappoint the special correspondents looking for you to deny that you are a yellow peril and other things like that. Of course, Horo, itaint none of my business, but I always like to see a young man do well, that's all. Regards to your brothers Yashu-hito, Nobuhito, and Takahito. OTIS DODO. Have a Smile Then he went back to his compartment. Have a Smile They had had a little tiff—only one of those storms that will burst upon domestic life when the matrimonial sun suffers from sunspots. He sat with his pipe and his book, while his wife turned a three-year-old dress. The man laid down his book to light his fourth pipeful of tobacco. His wife laid down her sewing, turned to him and said: "Henry, when you propose to me you said that you were not worthy to be the dust under my shoes." "Well," snapped Henry, "you're not going to throw that in my face, are you?" "No," she answered, "I'm going to give you credit for those words. Whatever else you were, Henry, you spoke the truth." The bus was starting in the midst of a torrent of rain, when the conductor put his head inside and inquired: "Will any gentleman get outside to oblige a lady?" "She can come inside and sit on my knee said a passenger jocularly. To his great surprise a buxom woman bounced in and accepted his offer. After a time the man got into conversation with his fair burden and asked where she was going. On hearing her destination non he exclaimed: "Bless my soul, that is my house!" "Yes," said the fair one, blushing; "I'm the new cook!" During a train journey an Englishman dashed down the corridor and put his hand in at the door of a compartment. "Has any one any whisky?" he asked. "A lady has fainted in the next carriage." A flask was handed to him. He took a good drink and then said calmly: "It always upsets me to see a lady faint." Then he went back to his compartment. The proprietor of a certain store is forever scolding his employees for their indifference in the matter of possible sales. One day, hearing a clerk say to a customer: "No, we have not had any for a long time," the proprietor, unable to countenance such an admission, began to work himself into the usual rage. Fixing a glassy eye on the clerk, he said to the customer: "We have plenty in reserve, sir—plenty downstairs!" Whoreupon the customer looked dazed; and then, to the amazement of the proprietor, burst into hysterical laughter and walked out of the shop. What did he say to you?" demanded the proprietor of the clerk. "We haven't had any rain lately." A boy had been brought into court for the sixth time on a charge of stealing, and the magistrate, seeing the father prevent anxiously awaiting the result, thought he would appeal to him on the boy's behalf. This boy of yours," he said, sternly, "has been charged so many times that I'm absolutely tired of seeing him here." "Ain't as tired of seein' him here, your honor, as what I am," was the reply. Then why don't you teach him better?" said the magistrate. "If you show him the right way he won't be coming here." "I have showed him the right way," was the reply, "but the young fool's got no brains. He always gets caught." Continued dry weather has retarded plowing in Telama County and livestock has been confined to watered canyons. According to the eternal fitness of things a duck of a girl should marry a quack doctor. 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. —By POP MOMAND. YES SAH, BUT SHE AINT UP YET, SHE'S STILL ASLEEP! AH! JUST IN TIME! I’m SELLING ALARM CLOCKS, TAKE ONE IN AND SEE IF IT DOESNT WORK WONDERS!!