anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-13

PAGE EIGHT Published Daily Except Sunday By the Anaheim Printing and Publishing Co., Corner East Center and Emily Streets Anaheim, California. S. S. CONKLIN .....Publisher HERALD EDITORIALS A COMING TEST Word is received from Paris that skirts are to be longer. Paris is a very interesting city. The mere fact that skirts there are to lengthened may therefore possess a certain interest. That it should have any effect on the length of skirt to be worn in the United States, particularly in the Pacific coast section, does not by any means follow. The women of America have found the short skirt becoming convenient, highly sanitary. It promotes quickness of motion, permits walking without weariness, gathers no dust from the pavement. It is as modest as any garment. The observer to whom it seems immodest needs to search his own soul. Soon the fashion plates will be demanding a return to the long and cumbersome skirt. The modiste will succumb to the influence at once, and urge patrons to lay aside comfort because somebody in Paris had decided that to be comfortable had ceased to be stylish. Women are showing independence in many things. Put one of them on a jury, and see. They are engaging with credit in many activities in which once they had been deemed to have no part, or only permitted to share on suffrance. They hold definite opinions as to many questions. They direct their own households in accordance with personal taste and desire. Are they going to submit to the order to abandon short skirts? Because Parisian women lolling alongside the racetrack have set the pattern? The matter will soon be tested. If the women yield their course will be regretted not only as the support of the inartistic, and deference to persons not deserving of deference, but as indicative of weakness not displayed in WHERE CONGRESS BLUNDERED When congress was considering the present immigration law, the fact was mentioned in these columns that the measure was bunglesome, inadequate and certain to lead to confusion. Congress overlooked the implied advice. The law has been proved bunglesome, inadequate, and has led to confusion. The essence of that statue is that aliens may be admitted only in proportion to the number of their nationality already here. To apply this with exactness would require immigration officials to have knowledge of the birth rate down to the latest pair of twins, clearly an impossibility. In the attempt to apply the law, families have been divided at the dock. Naturalized citizens have been embarrassed by the effort of the authorities to demonstrate the fraudulency of perfectly proper claims. Just recently it happened that a charming opera singer from Japan, who by the beauty of her voice had delighted thousands of Americans, has been detained at port until a count had been taken of Japanese noses, and the total compared with the number of Japanese noses rightfully present. She might have been barred for one day by the birth of a Japanese infant, and permitted to land the next because the infant had failed to survive. Thus was a refined and desirable woman subjected to indignity, and the immigration office made to appear rude and ridiculous. When they have a political revolt in Guatamela it goes beyond anything ever sanctioned even by Tammany. The chaps on the losing side are put in jail, if they happen to survive long enough, and the rest of the defeated seek tall timber. The recent president of that country was a prisoner last week. His successor may be a prisoner next week. A short time ago the government gave assent to the plan of brewing beer for medicinal purposes. Then the order was changed, and beer went under the ban again. Later it was sought to seize and destroy beer so manufactured. Whatever else may be claimed for this move, the brewers deem it unfair, and it doesn't look exactly consistent on the part of Hogle Sam... A short time ago the government gave assent to the plan of brewing beer for medicinal purposes. Then the order was changed, and beer went under the ban again. Later it was sought to seize and destroy beer so manufactured. Whatever else may be claimed for this move, the brewers deem it unfair, and it doesn't look exactly consistent on the part of Uncle Sam. Conviction of ten I. W. W. workers as syndicalists has just occurred in the courts of Los Angeles county. Considering the lawlessness now rampant, much of it in exact accord with the teachings of these prisoners, the outcome of these trials fairly may be regarded as a triumph of justice. The daughter of Margot Asquith has written a book. Thus is to be observed the blighting effect of the wrong sort of maternal influence. TEXT BOOK OF WALL STREET 1922 Edition now ready for free distribution McCall, Riley & Co. Members Consolidated Stock Exchange of New York 20 Broad St., New York Ellis Transfer & Moving LOCAL AND LONG DISTANCE HAULING 119 E. Center St. Phone 310J Herman Strandt 1104 West Center Street All kinds of Cement Work. Prices reasonable. Work Guaranteed. NAHEIM DAILY HER Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart Just a moment, please, Mr. Edison! You have had many a quiet chuckle at our expense, as you have pounded your lists of questions and watched us flounder and fall in the answering. Here's one for you, in turn: Why don't you invent noiseless attachments for labor-saving inventions? We have come to think of you as almost supreme in the world of invention. Why not grant a suffering people this boon? We're living in such a noisy world today! No wonder that deafness grows more prevalent. No wonder that nervous diseases are on the increase. Trolley cars rumble their way back and forth. Steam engines relieve themselves noisily or surplus energy. Ambulances and fire apparatus snriek their rapid progress. Truck sirens wall, automobiles honk, iron-tied wagons rattle over ill-paved streets, factory machinery groans and whirrs and bangs. Even the erstwhile quiet country is feeling the strain, with its tractor engines puffing and exploding, its power saws whizzing, its various farm machinery clattering in clumsy but efficient ways. And all this where once no sound louder than the lowing of the cattle and the bleating of the lambs was heard. You have done great things for us, Mr. Edison. Through your wizard power our daily toll has been made more endurable, our hours of ease more enjoyable. But we are never quite satisfied, we grasping mortals. This one additional boon do we implore. George OUR BOY REPORTER Good nite. I wus in to Mister Bud Holland's place an Mrs. Holland she wus in thare an she sed say, George what do you think my husband wants me to do an I sed I dont no an she sed well he wants me to culler my hare red an I sed what for an she sed I don't no less its to make me look like that dame wich-wus to the hed of the Jonteels girls wich wus here with them shows that time when he spent $ six dollars an 60 sents wun nite wotchin that girl wich wus leanin over the rock. I gess he wus frade she wood fall over in the water maybe. jim dash Fare an warmer an Mrs Holland sed she dont gess she will culler her hare this yeer for no man what ever lived. jim dash Mrs Maas had the peenuckle club up to her house with thare wifes. jim dash Mrs Karloff had a berth day wich wus a suprise to her. jim dash Good nite. Mister Padden was reedin a old paper from last week jess now an evrythink wus quiet an he started an busted out laffin an I ast him whats the matter an he sed I got a new wun an I sed a new joke an he sed is it ? bout the Italyun dago age an he sed no this is a chicken story this time an I sed well what is it be fore the cheef cums an I got to go to school an he sed well we had in the paper a bout the Bankerettes havin a party up to Philura Sparkeses hous an I sed all rite an he sed its the Cannibile club now sted of the Bankerettes an I sed how cum an he sed well they all-had chicken for supper an then he laffed sum more so thats what the joke. I ast him whats the joke an he sed dawg eat dawg thats the joke an ISED they wusnt no hot dawgs to the party an he sed well they wus鸡 wenst they chickens thats cannibles ajint it so gess it is so thats the joke. Nobudd wus hurt. Mister Harry Radin keeps standing out front of the Cut Rates furniche store all the time now sept when he is buzzy waitin for a nuther lady to cum a long an kiss him like his sister Mary dun but he sed he's run out o sisters so he dont ges they wood be anythink doin no more. He didnt see her for 16 years so thats why he lear her kiss him in the frunt of the store thirty Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) TOMMY TIT ACCUSED OF BOASTING Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) TOMMY TIT ACCUSED OF BOASTING It isn't safe to say anything before Chatterer the Red Squirrel unless you are ready and willing to prove that what you say is so. Chatterer never forgets, and if he thinks he has caught you bragging you will never hear the end of it. Tommy Tit the Chickadee had said that he was not in the least afraid of Farmer Brown's boy and had just as soon eat out of his hand. Of course, Chatterer did not believe that. He thought Tommy was boasting a little, and he made up his mind that he would have some fun with Tommy. So when Sammy Jay came along Chatterer told him what Tommy Tit rel was one of those who teased Tommy most, and yet, if the truth must be told, right down in his heart Chatterer wondered if perhaps after all it might not be true. You see Chatterer had a wholly changed opinion of Farmer Brown's boy since he had been a prisoner and then had been allowed to go free. He had to admit that Farmer Brown's boy had been very good to him, and somehow he wasn't very much afraid of him any more. In fact, he sometimes thought that he almost dared to eat out of Farmer Brown's boy himself. You see, every day he found two or three fat nuts hidden in the old stone wall on the edge of the old orchard nearest Farmer Brown's door yard, and he knew that they had been put there especially for him. But still he couldn't quite believe that Tommy Tit was so friendly with Farmer Brown's boy as he pretended to be, and so he dared Tommy to prove it. De, dee, dee- You'll see" laughed Tommy in his merry way, and straight away he flew through the Green Forest and over the Green Meadows, green no longer, for they were covered with snow, to invite everybody to visit Farmer Brown's dooryard the next morning and see him prove that he had not boasted. And whenever he delivered the invitation he chuckled, for he knew that most of those whom he had invited would not dare to come. Reddy Fox was sorry, but he had an engagement the next morning. Old Man Coyote had important business up in the Old Pasture. Billy Mink had promised Little Joe Otter to go fishing. Jumper the Hare frankly said that he was afraid to leave the Green Forest, and because he was so honest about it Tommy Tit didn't chuckle as he did at the excuses of the others. Rough leg the Hawk begged to be excused because hunting was best at that time of day and he didn't want to lose his breakfast. But Chatterer the Red Squirrel and Peter Rabbit promised to be there, for they knew there were good hiding places in the old stone wall. And, of course, Sammy Jay said that he would be there. Next Story—Tommy Tit Maker Good His Boast. Looking through the window, she exclaimed to her little son Willie: "Tell him I'm out!" But the caller, seeing her feet as the door was opened, said: "Oh, all right, my lad, but next time she goes out tell her to take her feet with her!" Mayor Hylan of New York City said at an Irish-American banquet: "The Irish will keep on giving England trouble until England grants them their independence. I heard of a school child the other day who said very aptly, in the course of a geography recitation: 'England is a body of land entirely surrounded by hot water.' Many a man is prematurely gray because of his wife's auburn tresses. It's the fault of the player if an upright piano is a downright nuisance. Now, Tommy Tit the Chickadee is such a very little fellow, a very little fellow, indeed, and the more the other little forest and meadow people thought of it the funnier it seemed that Tommy should boast that he was not afraid of Farmer Brown's boy. Why, Tommy isn't big enough to make one good bite for Reddy Fox, and yet every one knows that Reddy doesn't dare go near Farmer Brown's boy. It is the same way with most of the other little forest and meadow people. So, of course, every one thought that Tommy had just boasted, and no one believed that he really had meant what he said. Of course, Chatterer the Red Squirrel With THE JONESES—A Wise “Doc.” INSOMNIA EH? YES DOC, TH' LEAST NOISE KEEPS ME AWAKE! FOR INSTANCE THERE'S A CAT IN OUR BACK YARD— WELL, YOU'LL AND THIS POWDER WILL DO TH' TRICK! Tuesday, December 13, 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 Anabeim, California, as second-class matter. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS THE HARD PLIGHT OF BABE RUTH Which is bigger, Babe Ruth, or baseball? Which will roll the greater distance, an egg or a Bartlett pear? Which is the fatter, Roscoe Arbuckle or creamery butter? All of these great questions must remain open to debate. Judge Kene-saw Mountain Landis having answered none of them in his decision in the case of Babe Ruth, Bob Meusel, and Bill Piercy, three members of the New York Yankees, "a contestant for the world’s championship in 1921," as the judge aptly puts it. The first question seems more of a puzzle than ever. Babe Ruth has been weighing himself every half hour since the decision without arriving at any conclusion, but inclines to an opinion it is a draw and that he is entitled to a return match to a decision. Babe must pay $3362, his share of the world series money. That means two fillings of his gasoline tank, or one week’s pay in his new vaudeville act entitled “Pretty Baby; or the Bambino’s Revenge.” But that isn’t the hard part—no sir. The hard prat is this: George Herman Ruth is sentenced to spend the early spring of 1922 motoring! Judge Landis has barred him from baseball from April 12 to May 20. He can write baseball stories for the Christy Walsh syndicate during that time, but no playing. decision will be the newspaper photographers. They put in the entire season from April to October taking group pictures of Babe Ruth in front of various grand stands, and their snapping average for the 1922 season will be greatly cut down with the Bambino off the field for the first thirty-eight days. In fact, Izzie Kaplan, the world’s greatest snaphotter, feels that his future has been ruined already by the federal judge. “All chances of me hanging up a new snapshot record for my 1922 playing season is to pieces knocked,” said Izzie. “Last year I took in 10,.345,277 snayshots of Babe Ruthsky. This beated my 1920 record by 1587 pictures. Next season I hoped to knock it out 11,000,000 snapshots of Ruthsky, but if he can't play it a single game until Decomoration Day—ooy! it's a ruination.” Judge Landis, we forgot to explain, imposes the sentences because the Babe went barnstorming after the world series. There's where justice goes wrong again. The Babe at least got a few hits on the barnstorming tour, while he struck out most every time at bat in the world series. He should have been punished for not going barnstorming sooner. By taking the Bambino's trusty bat out of play for thirty-eight days the judge has done more than the cause of disarmament than all the sessions of the Washington conference. After all, nobody suffered through Babe's excursion into rural baseball. The real crime came when he went Bedtime STING of those who teased and yet, if the truth right down in his heart wondered if perhaps after not be true. You see, a wholly changed opiner Brown's boy since he prisoner and then had to go free. He had to Farmer Brown's boy had good to him, and somehow very much afraid of him In fact, he sometimes he almost dared to eat Brown's boy's hand see, every day he found fat nuts hidden in the on the edge of the old Farmer Brown's doorknew that they had been especially for him. He couldn't quite believe Tit was so friendly with Nown's boy as he pretended so he dared Tommy to see. You'll see" laughed his merry way, and he flew through the and over the Green green no longer, for they with snow, to invite visit Farmer Brown's next morning and see that he had not boasted, or he delivered the invitackled, for he knew that whom he had invited are to come. Reddy Fox but he had an engagement mning. Old Man Coyote business up in the Old Mink had promised to go fishing. Jumper ankly said that he was ave the Green Forest, and was so honest about it didn't chuckle as he did of the others. Roughbegged to be excused. ing was best at that time he didn't want to lose. But Chatterer the Red Peter Rabbit promised for they knew there were places in the old stone of course. Sammy Jay would be there. Are You In Doubt? Sure is hard to know what will please a man, isn't it? We know! We have to do it the year 'round. 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