anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-09

PAGE TWELVE Published Daily Except Sunday By the Anaheim Printing and Publishing Co., Corner East Center and Emily Streets Anaheim, California. S. B. CONKLIN .....Publisher Christmas Suggestions for Milady A most complete array of dainty handkerchiefs is ready for your inspection. They are initialed or plain. In a dainty box they are a most acceptable Christmas Gift. What better gift than a pair or several pairs of Silk Hose. You will be pleased with any selection you may make. Anaheim Corset Shop 215 W.Center St. Anaheim 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 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 Why not have your car different from the rest? Why not have it distinctive, refined, beautiful, by having it repainted HERE a new color scheme that is perfectly balanced, original and aristocratic? We have many color combinations that heretofore were only used on very expensive cars. Let us submit estimates on applying to YOUR car. Estimates gladly submitted. Johnson’s Paint & Top Shop Phone 91 326 E. Center St. Anaheim, Cal. Four Nights to the Atlantic Coast The “Sunset Limited” through the Sunny South leaves Los Angeles at 8:30 each morning—New Orleans but two nights out. —connects at New Orleans with Southern Pacific Steamship Lines for New York, a five-day ocean voyage without additional cost. —carries a THROUGH tourist sleeper every day to Washington, D. C. Make the side trip over the Apache trail to the ancient Cliff Dwellings and Roosevelt Dam, through Arizona’s Wonderland. Through sleeper to Globe, Arizona. each Sunday, Tuesday and Friday... The “Sunset Express” via the Imperial Valley and the Sunset Route to New Orleans leaves Los Angeles 12:45 P.M. daily. connects at New Orleans with Southern Pacific Steamship Lines for New York, a five-day ocean voyage without additional cost. carries a THROUGH tourist sleeper every day to Washington, D. C. Make the side trip over the Apache trail to the ancient Cliff Dwellings and Roosevelt Dam, through Arizona's Wonderland. Through sleeper to Globe, Arizona. each Sunday, Tuesday and Friday. The "Sunset Express" via the Imperial Valley and the Sunset Route to New Orleans leaves Los Angeles 12:45 P. M. daily. Southern Pacific Lines Interline tickets sold to all points by local agent. W. E. SWAIN, Agent. Phone 123. If you have a spare room a HERALD WANT AD will find a tenant for you. Phone 540 There was once an old lady. She was very deaf, and she lived on the quayside of the harbor of a very important river mouth town. One day, when there were several warships in the harbor, a salute of ten guns was fired. The old lady was alone in her cottage. As the first volley exploded she looked up, then stood still until the booming ceased. As the last round died away she smoothed her dress, brushed her hair back and said sweetly: "Please come in." Herman Strandt 1104 West Center Street All kinds of Cement Work. Prices reasonable. Work Guaranteed. Anaheim Sanitary Dairy Phone 268M Fresh Milk Delivered QUARTS 15c; PINTS 8c Morning and evening delivery KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESE OH LUDDY!!!!! SOMETHIN' AWFUL AM DE MATTER!! Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart A certain woman has recently become the possessor of a wonderful sable coat which cost $60,000. That's most as much as you and I spent on our winter wrap, isn't it? Yet, when we think of it, $60,000 was but a small part of the cost of the garment. It's a pretty difficult matter to count the real cost of anything. Many a graduate of high mathematics falls here. But we can sometimes approximate. First, the $60,000 coat cost the lives of over 100 sables, and three years' work of several collectors. It cost painstaking labor of selection of manufacture. Now that it has an owner, it will cost much to live up to its possession. One cannot don a $60,000 coat with a shabby gown or worn shoes. It will be worn at the cost of envy on the part of many, of the chance of pilfering by the lightfingered. But it will gratify a certain pride of possession and, it may be, the spirit of liking to outshine associates. No doubt it will add distinction to the costume of the wearer. There's surely no crime in the possession of a $60,000 coat. Many of us would like to revel on the richness of a like one—if we could. But that's no reason for feeling as if fate had dealt the wrong hand to us, since we can't. The $60,000 coat will keep the owner no warmer than a $60 one—well chosen. Any one, with money unlimited, can select clothing of harmonious richness. But isn't much more credit due the one who makes few dollars do the work of many, and while so doing holds fast the spirit of contentment? There's no reason for despair. then, if $60,000 coats be not ours. George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an Mister Nowatny got permuted an we had his pitcher in the paper a bout it but it dont look like him much cause it was takin a bout 30 yeers a go he sed when he wus marrid. jim dash Esther Pember wich is takin Miss Carry place ritin society wile Miss Carry is marrid rites feerce Mister Frank Welch sed wich is the opater wich sets my news. He sed if Miss Carry dont cum back pretty soon he is goin to take a rooms up to Norwalk for crazy peeple. You dont haff to pay nothin for rooms up thare he ed. jim dash Mister Swanson at the S. Q. R. store sed to me jess now say George dont say nothin to the cheef a bout it but we got Miss Carry Lou Evans name up in the society page hed yet an that ajint her name no more so jess lets me an you wate an see how long the cheef keeps his self a sleep to the swich. So I will. jim dash Mister Brakeman wich used to be here settin tipes for us wich lives in Santa Ana now had a berthday wich was a suprise. Mister Horsley wus the wun wich started it an so when Mister Brakeman got home from workin on the Santa Ana paper an got wcshed up an dressed also Mrs Brakeman sed well what we goin to do tonite an he sed well we had a hard time today so I guess I will turn in early so he commenced to get reddy to begin to get undressed an Mrs Brakeman sed dont go to bed yet cause I want you to set up with me a little wife so he did an pretty soon a bunch of people cum in an sed menny happy returns fron, the day an then they told him it was his berthday an he wus surprised. They plade cards an then had sum eats. jim dash Mrs Quarrie from London is goin to be the singer up to the Piskapull church for Mister Messias. She's got sum meddals for singin. When sheaint workin for the church she is goin to give singin lessons to people wich wants to lurn how to sing. Mister Bill Goodrum sed he is goin to take lessons to sing cause he sed you dont no what mite cum up time when they wood need a good singer to a foornrul or sumthin like that. thirty — "I don't believe you know what a bachelor is," said Rose's governess, having been amused at her pupil's use of the word in an English composition. "Yes, I do," said Rose; "a bachelor is a very happy man." "How do you know that?" inquired the governess. "Father told me," said Rose. The suffering man went into the consulting room of the rich and famous doctor. The fee would be stiff, but the man's alliment was serious. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS Snap Shots By Henry James Doubtless the marines are a little disappointed that mail robbers decline to appear and argue the case. While Marshal Foch commanded the world army he used to find time to go into seclusion and pray. It is doubtful if peace is permitting him similar leisure. It is time to issue warning that the whiskers of the average Santa Claus are highly inflammable. Unemployment is decreasing, and yet a dog fight on the street is able to draw a crowd. A correspondent wants to know the life of the ordinary linen collar of the male. If he will refrain from wearing the article, but keep it in the original box, it may be prolonged indefinitely. When a man marries a woman for sympathy instead of love, she needs the sympathy more than ever. He's no gentleman if he backs out. Have a Smile A young English grocer with social aspirations joined an exclusive golf club and was enrolled as "Horatio Dash-Blank, Esq., tea merchant." In due course he presented himself, faultlessly equipped, and secured the services of a veteran caddie. The latter was dubious from the outset, but when at the first vigorous onslaught a peppering of Mother Earth was sent into his eyes and gaping mouth, he cried in disgust: Say, mister, at goof the tee doesn't go into the caddle! Bill, the boy battler of Bermondsey, got in the way of one of those little two-seaters known in this country as kords. His thirteen stone caught the full impact of the tiny car and Bill took the count. When he came around he looked for the cause of the trouble. "Wot did that?" he asked. "My car," said the owner. "Your wot?" said Bill, with deep disgust. "Lumme! Fancy me—being knocked aht wiv a roller skate!"—Tit-Bits. To illustrate her point the teacher drew on the blackboard a picture of a suitcase. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) CHATTERER GETS ANOTHER SURPRISE CHATTERER the Red Squirrel had never had so many surprises—good surprises—in all his life as since the day he had been caught in a trap in Farmer Brown's corn crib. In the first place, it had been a great surprise to him that he had not been given to Black Pussy the Cat, as he had fully expected to be. Then had come the even greater surprise of finding that Farmer Brown's boy was ever and ever so much nicer than he had thought. A later surprise had been the wire wheel in his cage, so that he could run to his heart's content. It was been too much for Chatterer, and such a great longing for the Green Forest and the Old Orchard filled his heart that he could think of nothing else. He just eat in a corner of his cage and looked as miserable as he felt. He lost his appetite. In vain Farmer Brown's boy brought him the fattest nuts and other dainties. He just couldn't eat for the great longing for freedom that filled his heart until it seemed ready to burst. He no longer cared to run in that new wire wheel which had given him so much pleasure at first. He was home-sick, and he just couldn't help it. Farmer Brown's boy noticed it, and his face grew sober and thoughtful. He watched Chatterer when the latter didn't know that he was about, and if he couldn't understand Chatterer's talk he could understand Chatterer's actions, and knew that he was unhappy, and guessed why. One morning Chatterer did not come out of his hollow stump, as he usually did when his cage was placed on the shelf outside the farmhouse door. He just didn't feel like it. He stayed curled up in his bed for a long, long time, too sad and miserable to move. At last he crawled up and peeped out of his little round doorway. Chatterer gave a little gasp and then rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming? He scrambled out in a hurry and peeped through the wires of his cage. Then he rubbed his eyes again and rushed over to the other side of the cage for another look. His cage wasn't on the usual shelf at all! It was on the snow-covered stone wall on the edge of the Old Orchard! Chatterer was so excited he didn't know what to do. He raced around the cage. Then he jumped into the wire wheel and made it spin round and round as never before. When he was too tired to run any more he jumped out. And right then he discovered something he hadn't noticed before. The little door in the top of his cage was open! It must be that Farmer Brown's boy had forgotten to close it when he put in Chatterer's breakfast. Chatterer forgot that he was tired. Like a little red flash he was outside and whisking along the snow-covered stone wall straight for... Bill, the boy battler of Bermondsey, got in the way of one of those little two-seaters known in this country as words. His thirteen stone caught the full impact of the tiny car and Bill took the count. When he came around he looked for the cause of the trouble. "Wot did that?" he asked. "My car," said the owner. "Your wot?" said Bill, with deep disgust. "Lumme! Fancy me—me—being knocked aht wiv a roller skate!"—Tit-Bits. To illustrate her point the teacher drew on the blackboard a picture of a small boy sitting on the bank of a stream, fishing. "You see this boy," she said, beaming on her pupils, "He must have patience." For a little while longer she dilated on the beauties of being patient. Then, came the time for her to test her scholars. "Now, can any of you boys tell me what we need most when we go fishing?" she invited. Like one voice came a chorus from the class— "Worms!" The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it had quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it has quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it has quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise it has quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased and when they pleased hadpected surprise它 has quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free, though hungry and cold, than in a prison with every comfort. Chatterer had stood it pretty well and made the best of things until Sammy Jay had found him, and Reddy Fox had made fun of him, and Peter Rabbit had peeped at him from behind the old stone wall. The very sight of them going where they pleased和when they pleased hadpected surprise它 has quite changed Chatterer's feelings toward Farmer Brown's boy. The fact is, Chatterer could have been truly happy but for one thing—he was a prisoner. Yes, sir, he was a prisoner, and he couldn't forget it for one minute while he was awake. He used to watch Farmer Brown's boy and wish with all his might that he could make him understand how dreadful it was to be in prison. But Farmer Brown's boy couldn't understand what Chatterer said no matter how hard Chatterer tried to make him. He seemed to think that Chatterer was happy. He just didn't understand that not all the good things in the world could make up for loss of freedom—that it is better to be free，though hungry和冷，than in a prison with every comfort. CHIT THE JONESES—Ma Recognized the Symptoms. MISSUS MCGINIS COME QUICK! AH THINK MISTO MCGINIS AM HAVIN' A FIT!!! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU MEAN BELLA DONNA? HE'S LYING DOOR GREW WITH A BIG PIECE OF CLUTCHED! Friday, December 9, 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. Here Is the Secret OF THE POPULARITY OF The Torrington "It gives the greatest service at the lowest cost." We have sold 82 Torringtons during the past 4 weeks in Anaheim and Fullerton. This means that 82 homes have recognized it as the best buy that can be made in vacuum cleaners. Just think of this! For 2 cents worth of electricity a week the Torrington does all the cleaning you want to do. You can't afford not to have a Torrington in your home. For a limited time the complete set of attachments will be included in the regular price of $55.00, which is ordinarily $68. What better for a Christmas present than this? Come in and we will gladly show you this wonderful cleaner. The Anaheim Electric Co. 209 W. Center St. The World's Greatest Value at the Price $32.50 THE ELGIN COMPANY'S newest Elgin 12 size watch, 14k green gold 25-year filled case, gold or silver dial; 17 jeweled Elgin works, very fine engraved case, round cushion or octagon shapes. ESTABLISHED 1919 At that price it stands alone in a class by itself for goodness, value, accuracy of time-keeping. An absolutely new and exclusive design. THE JEWEL BOX 223 West Center St. ANAHEIM 38--Timely Suggestions--38 For Christmas FLASHLIGHTS PYRALIN IVORY ROLL-UP MANICURE SETS MANICURE SHEARS THERMOS BOTTLES THERMOS LUNCH KITS UNIVERSAL VACUUM BOTTLES UNIVERSAL LUNCH KITS ALUMINUM HOT WATER BOTTLE HOT WATER BAGS WATERMAN PENS SHAEFFER PENS EVER-SHARP PENCILS PERFUME AND POWDER SETS DJER-KISS SETS MOTOR DRIVEN VIBRATORS $5.00 ALARM CLOCKS CIGARS IN SMALL BOXES CIGARETTES IN CARTONS FANCY CANDY IN BOXES CHOICE STATIONERY MILITARY BRUSHES COMBS AND BRUSHES PLAYING CARDS RAZORS AND MUGS SAFETY RAZORS (All Makes) LATHER BRUSHES COIN PURSES HEYING'S PHARMACY "On the Corner" —By POP MOMAND. EARTH EAN INA? HE'S LYIN' BY TH' DOOR GROAN IN' WITH A BIG BOX, AN' A PIECE OF PAPER CLUTCHED IN HIS HAND!! OH! THANK HEAVEN! MY NEW GOWN HAS ARRIVED AT LAST! POP MOMAND.