anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-14

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 Chaffees WHERE CASH BEATS CREDIT Send Something Different for Christmas--- A Typical California Gift Box TO THE EASTERN FOLKS AND FRIENDS There is no Gift that is any more appropriate than a box of California's Dried Fruits, Nuts, Raisins, Figs and other products of this West Sunshiny Land. Between By Della Let's learn not why not do our own selves? A lazy me grees just as much attitude toward life advancement. Conditions about lives are not only cause we assume ways go on just are therefore the That's not sound we think of it? But it's only the about that are always comes because where has trouble better method or this true, whether work or the highest We take poverty is ours. We take granted, and conti tims. We accept ily life as a thing continue to have ture. Unless we enough to think of doing, we shall no of progress. but braver ones succeed There are certain tions and laws of we must accept as sible because they power to change. great minority in we can overcome, can progress. Why blindly acc Gift Box TO THE EASTERN FOLKS AND FRIENDS There is no Gift that is any more appropriate than a box of California's Dried Fruits, Nuts, Raisins, Figs and other products of this West Sunshiny Land. Prices range from $1.20 to $19.00 a Gift The assortment of packages number up to forty, giving you a variety from which to choose just the right gift for each friend and folk you wish to remember. WE SHIP FOR YOU— Just give us the names and addresses of the persons to whom you wish to remember—we do all the packing, marketing, insuring and shipping. We guarantee every order. Dependable Stores Selling Dependable Foods. Balboa Pavilion Dance Hall Saturday Night . . December 17 GRAND OPENING OF THE WINTER SEASON Prizes and Novelties given away on opening night. Music by Hubbell’s Orchestra and Harmony Singing Trio. During the winter season there will be dancing every Saturday nite, Sunday afternoon and Sunday nite. GRAND OPENING OF THE WINTER SEASON Prizes and Novelties given away on opening night. Music by Hubbell’s Orchestra and Harmony Singing Trio. During the winter season there will be dancing every Saturday nite, Sunday afternoon and Sunday nite. Free concert by Wiessenborn’s Ten-Piece Stringed Orchestra, Sunday Afternoon, December 18 at 2 P.M. There Is no Better Investment Than A Ranch in the Vicinity of Anaheim CHRISTENSEN SCHOOL OF POPULAR MUSIC Instruction in Popular Piano Playing for adult students. Improvising, practical harmony, chord construction. Wednesday and Saturday. Studios: 211 W. Chartres St., Anaheim; 505 W. Commonwealth, Fullerton. Phones: Anaheim 549J; Fullerton 403W. HERMAN STRANDT 1104 West Center Street All kinds of Cement Work. Prices reasonable. Work Guaranteed. Correspondents have been so thoughtful as to pick out another husband for the widow of Jake Hamon. This makes about six. Guatemala has elected a new president, who doubtless is now engaged in searching the executive chair for possible tacks. Between Our selves By Della M. Stewart Let's learn not to accept blindly. Why not do our own thinking for ourselves? A lazy mentality hinders progress just as much as a lazy physical attitude toward life hinders personal advancement. Conditions about us and in our own lives are not only bettered often because we assume that they must always go on just as they have. They are therefore they must always be. That's not sound reasoning, is it, now we think of it? But it's only the things we think about that are improved. Progress always comes because somebody somewhere has troubled to think out a better method or way. We shall find this true, whether we apply it to housework or the highest reaches of science. We take poverty for granted, and it is ours. We take poor government for granted, and continue to be the victims. We accept unharmonious family life as a thing which must be, and continue to have our days made torture. Unless we exert ourselves enough to think out better plans for doing, we shall not march in the line of progress, but sit back and watch braver ones succeed where we fail. There are certain immutable conditions and laws of life and nature that we must accept as cheerfully as possible because they are beyond our power to change. But these are in the great minority in our lives. If we will, we can overcome, we can change, we can progress. Why blindly accept? Have a Smile George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer agen an I no whats Mister McCord up to the Anaheim nashnul goin to get for Mrs McCord, I seen him buyin it up to Mister Witman's but he told me not to say anythink a bout it in the paper so I wont. Platnum looks jess like silver only it costs more cause its harder to get Mister Witman sed. jim dash Mister Harry Hathway is got 5 new pups dogs to his house. They don't make hot dogs out of live dogs they jess call them hot dogs cause wun time sumbuddy went past by Oscar Schneider's meet shop an they hurd a dog hollerin out back wich is a setter for huntin an Oscar he was fixin up sum sausidges an thats why they call sausidges dogs. jim dash The cheef wus happy when he cum down this mornin wisslin. When he aint wisslin I always go out the back dore to school cause its closer. I got my teechers presunt Satiddy wich is Mattie Lou Robinson. jim dash I dont gess I wood get menny berthday presents cause its Dec. 30th wich is two neer Christmus an everybuddy is broke. I wisht I wus borned in the middle of the summer. I ast my Mother wun time why did she get me so I was borned jess after Christmuss an she told me to ast my fother but he dont never no nothin when I ast him things. jim dash Mister Fossek is a grandfather now an he's all prowd a bout it. Its a boy he sed goin up an down the street with his hed up in the air an his chest stickin out. It aint his'n but its his sons wich is in Lois. jim dash We are goin to have sum pleeceman now wich you dont pay. G wiz I didnt no we pade Mister Stedman an Mister Ann Dradder. Mister F. wich is secretary of the chamber of commerce he is paruents of the proper-sishun Mister Padden sed. I dassunt rite Mister F's name no more in the paper so I jess put it Mister F wich stands for Fraser. jim dash They got 3 new doctors over to the clinic now to get reddy for the Christmas rush from eatin two much I gess. Docter Raiche is wun and I dont no the rest. — thirty — Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) TOMMY TIT MAKES GOOD HIS BOAST Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) TOMMY TIT MAKES GOOD HIS BOAST “DEE. dee, dee, chickadee! See me—See me!” Tommy Tit the Chickadee kept saying this over and over as he flew from the Green Forest up through the Old Orchard on his way to Farmer Brown’s dooryard, and his voice was merry. In fact, his voice was the merriest, cheeriest sound to be heard that bright, snapping cold morning. To be sure, there were other voices, but they were not merry, nor were they cheery. There was the voice of Sammy Jay, but it sounded peevish and discontented. And there was the voice of Blacky The Crow, but it sounded barsh and unpleasant. And there was the voice of Chatterer the Red Squirrel, but Chatterer was scolding, just from habit, and so his voice was not pleasant to hear. So every one who heard Tommy Tit’s cheery voice that cold winter grows close by Farmer Brown’s house. “Dee, dee, dee, chickadee! See me! See me! called Tommy Tit, and his voice sounded cheerier than ever and merrier than ever. Then the door of Farmer Brown’s house opened and out stepped Farmer Brown’s boy and looked up at Tommy Tit, and the look in his eyes was gentle and good to see. He pursed up his lips and from them came the softest, sweetest whistle, and it sounded like “Phoebe.” Peter Rabbit pinched himself to be sure that he was awake, for it was Tommy Tit’s own love note, and if Peter had not been looking straight at Farmer Brown’s boy he would have been sure that it was Tommy himself who had whistled. “Phoebe,” whistled Farmer Brown’s boy again. “Phoebe,” replied Tommy Tit, and it was hard to say which whistle was the softest and sweetest. “Phoebe,” whistled Farmer Brown’s boy once more, and held out his hand. In it was a cracked hickory nut. “De-dee-dee- See me!” cried Tammy Tit, and flitted from the maple tree right on the hand of Farmer Brown’s Boy. “Dee, dee, dee! See me!” cried Tommy Tit, and flitted down from the maple tree right on the hand of Farmer Brown’s boy, and his bright little eyes twinkled merrily as he helped himself to a bit of nut meat. Peter Rabbit looked at Happy Jack, and Happy Jack looked at Chatterer, and all three looked as if they couldn’t believe their own eyes. Then they looked back at Farmer Brown’s boy, and there on his head sat Tommy Tit. “Dee, dee (dee, chickadee!) See me! See me!” called Tommy Tit, and his voice was merrier than ever, for he had made good his boast. Next Story—Chatterer Does Some Hard Thinking. Snap Shots By Henry James Goldman says she is not coming back to the United States a prodigal MANAGER OF A CERTAIN CLUB. It read as follows: "Dear Mr. X.—This woman wants washing." Shortly afterward the answer came back: "Dear Sir—I dare say she does; but I don't care for the job." Blake was talking with his friend Scribbler, the well-known English journalist of Fleet street. "Do you believe in writing anonymously?" he asked the hero of the pen. Scribbler looked to see that the door of his study was shut ere he replied in a confidential whisper: "Well, I've often wished that one of my productions had been anonymous." "What was that?" asked Blake. "A letter proposing to Mrs. Scribler," groaned the famous writer. E. A. Sharp and wife, former Brea business folks, were visitors from Los Angeles Honday. Tommy reached the stone wall, that separated the Old Orchard from Farmer Brown's dooryard his sharp eyes were not long in finding Peter Rabbit and Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel, and Chatterer the Red Squirrel hiding in the old wall, where they could peep out and see all that happened in Farmer Brown's dooryard. Looking back through the Old Orchard he saw what seemed like a little bit of the blue, blue sky flitting silently from tree to tree. It was Sammy Jay. Over in the very top of a tall maple tree a long way off was a spot of black. Tommy Tit didn't need to be told that it was Blacky the Crow, and that that was as near as Blacky dared come. Tommy fajrly bubbled over with joy. He knew what it all meant. He knew that Peter Rabbit and Happy Jack and Chatterer and Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had come to see him make good his boast that he would eat from the hand of Farmer Brown's boy, and that not one of them really believed that he would do it. He tickled all over and cut up all sorts of capers just for pure joy. Finally he flew over to the maple tree that "Dee, dee! dee, chickadee! See me! See me!" called Tommy Tit, and his voice was merrier than ever, for he had made good his boost. Next Story—Chatterer Does Some Hard Thinking. Snap Shots By Henry James Goldman says she is not coming back to the United States a prodigal daughter. Then she isn't coming. Elinor Glyn says she is happy to be back in California. Once in awhile she does say a really good thing. Every community should take pride in seeing that not a chick nor child shall be forgotten Christmas. There are painful evidences that Senator Borah is inflated with hot air almost to the exploding point. Chicago had planned to hang a bad man, thus permitting him to do his first favor to society, but he walked away quite unappreciative of the opportunity. WITH THE JONESES—True to Her Nature. WHAT ARE YOU YELLIN' ABOUT NOW CLARICE WHAT'S AWFUL? JULIE SAYS ETHELBERT IS GOING TO MARRY A SHIMMY DANCER IN A CADARET! THINK OF IT! TH' POOR SIMP! IT SOUNDS LIKE HIM! ETHELBERT SIMPK THIS I HEAR ABOUT GOIN' TO MARRY DANCER, IS IT T HERALD Wednesday, December 14, 1921. 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... THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS FRANCE MAY NEED FUND TO RESTORE DEVASTATED MARSHALS American Reception Committees, Movie Men, Wildcat Distributers, Cooks, Etc., Giving Foch the Battle of His Career. Ferdinand Foch, marshal of France, will return to his country soon with several dozen college degrees, one wildcat, numerous souvenirs from the Blackfeet Indians, an ample supply of bruises and abrasions received at the hands of American movie picture men and reception committees, and a severe case of indigestion at the hands of American chefs. His chief source of relief will be that nobody tried to make him eat the degrees or the wildcat. American hospitality is a splendid thing in many ways, the marshal will testify, but you can get as badly injured at it as you can at the battlefront. The only difference is that it takes the Red Cross longer to realize that you are suffering. Marshal Foch's impression of America is that it is a country entirely surrounded by fifteen course dinners and obstreperous movie picture operators. Ask him which of the forty-eight states impressed him most and he will tell you chronic indigestion, obesity, gout, and general lassitude. He will admit that to the visitors belong the spoils, but he will question the theory of the entertainment committees that the spoils should be made into a sort of goulash and served him at every train stop. Just what he did to deserve all the punishment is a mystery. He had supposed America felt a sense of graditude toward him. Yet he no sooner set foot on American soil than Broadway offices emptied their waste-paper baskets upon him. Indeed, his memory must be a nightmare of hand-shakers, waiters, chefs, motorcycle cops, chauffeurs, college professors and camera men, all attacking without mercy. One can almost hear him paraphrasing his famous message: "My left arm is broken, my right arm is bent, my stomach is ruined, my patience is exhausted....I am attacking the ship office with a view to getting back to France, where a marshal can have a quiet smoke, eat when he dam pleases, and tell the movie picture operators to chase themselves." BAZAAR At Anaheim High School Friday, Dec. 16, 1921 OPENS 1:30 P.M. — CLOSES 10:30 P.M. Sixteen booths showing the products manufactured by the students of the various departments of the High School. VAUDEVILLE—11 ACTS By the Dramatic Department Matinee 3:30 — Evening 8:30 Admission Twenty-Five Cents 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 Special Appointment 8 to 12; 1 to 5:30 By Request The Walnut 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 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. THELBERT SIMPKINS! WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU GOIN' TO MARRY A SHIMMY DANCER, IS IT TRUE? WELL—I WAS UNK, BUT SHE SHOOK ME!!!