anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-21

HERALD EDITORIALS PASSING THE BUCK “Passing the buck” is of slang origin, possibly still to be regarded as slang. It has the peculiarity of being expressive. It conveys its meaning tersely. It stands for the attempt to dodge an issue, to shift responsibility. When the vice chairman of the railroad labor board stated that the future of this republic depended upon the conduct of organized labor he was passing the buck. At least he was seeking to convey the idea that labor would be to blame if things went to smash. A part of the responsibility rests upon labor organizations. An equal part rests upon the opponents of such organizations. The latter have organizations of their own. They proclaim that there shall be no class rule. So say we all of us. But one of these bodies, as truly as the other, represents a class. For either to rule unhindered would represent measureless calamity. The interests of the commonwealth are the intimate concern of each citizen. He may be one who toils with a spade on the highway. He may be the one who rides by in a limousine. He may belong to the average type for whom the street car serves. With which ever set his lot has been cast, he has rights that it is at once his inclination and his duty to defend. It does not follow that he and his class associates are to dominate. This is a nation. There is a single constitution covering every man and woman within its confines. The constitution does not bestow privileges on one that it withholds from another. The way to protect the future is for every individual to do his best in whatever may be his field of activity, and not to strive to do it selfishly, or with an eye to the advan- AN AID TO ABSTINANCE Everything to be said against strong drink has been said many times. Appeals on moral ground do not stir response among the individuals engaged in violation of the prohibition law. The purveyors of illicit liquor in many instances acquire their wares by theft or through smuggling. They are not of material to be moved by words. The educational process, if directed to the customer of the bootlegger, rather than to the bootlegger himself, might bear fruit. The bootlegger might as well be considered immune to suasion, and left to the police. The bootlegging individual does not care whether there is fatal potency in the stuff he sells. There will be another patron to take the place of the one killed. But the customer does not want to buy poison, and has no desire to swallow a lethel draught. When he has been made to realize that every time he patronizes the stealthy hawker of so-called gin or whisky, he is taking a chance of dying as a consequence, perhaps he will learn caution. It is possible that the yearning for drink is an uncomfortable sensation, but it cannot be so bad as the circumstance of dying from the effort to assuage thirst. The current booze, whatever the label and the stamp, is more likely to be rank poison than otherwise. It may kill quickly, or merely destroy health. With a content of wood alcohol, it is capable of causing permanent blindness. It is concocted by men without conscience and without scientific knowledge. It has not been subject to inspection. There are many combinations of drugs capable of producing a "kick." Often the kick is so severe that there is no recovery. Even the citizen who cares nothing about the law cares to remain alive and whole. When the American navy had reached the dignity of having ships of the Wisconsin type people were proud of it. They asked in a rather superior way, for anybody with a finer ship, to trot it out. Now the Wisconsin with others of its class, is in the market as junk, and bidding is not especially active. Even the citizen who cares nothing about the law cares to remain alive and whole. When the American navy had reached the dignity of having ships of the Wisconsin type people were proud of it. They asked in a rather superior way, for anybody with a finer ship, to trot it out. Now the Wisconsin with others of its class, is in the market as junk, and bidding is not especially active. Saint-Saens, one of the greatest among composers, is dead, after having been a figure in three generations of music. It is to be hoped that into the artistic atmosphere surrounding his serene old age, no jazz had intruded. Only one out of forty-four murderers in Chicago is punished for his crime. In speculating as to why crime flourishes, this fact is too important to be ignored. There is plenty of room at the top—and the rent is cheaper. The man who attempts to flatter you is either a fool or he thinks you are. Ambition is merely a nightmare preceded by a deep slumber; and followed by a rude awakening. A WELD THAT WILL HOLD CONNOR'S Welding and Brazing Work 132 Chestnut St. Phone 103-J KEEPING UP WITH THE JONEY ALL Y'GOTTA DO IS REASON WITH MY WIFE WAS GOIN' CRAZY WITH THE XMAS PRESENT STUFF, BUT I TOLL I WAS UP AGAINST IT, AN' SHE AGED TO CUT OUT A LOT OF NAHEIM DAILY HER Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart Now most of us love adventure! Something out of the ordinary, something that shall raise our lives a trifle above the commonplace monotony of daily living—how we crave it! Never, unless we're insufferably stupid or very, very old, does the love of adventure wholly desert us. It's well that it doesn't. It's the adventures to whom we owe much that has already been accomplished in the world's history. They have been the discoverers, the inventors, the travelers, the pioneers. What adventurers the Pilgrim fathers were! And the Pilgrim mothers, as well! Think of leaving homes and country to settle in a faraway land, never yet touched by plow! How they must have planned and worked—and loved and hoped and believed! What obstacles there were to be overcome; nature's handicaps as well as those physical. And as compensation, what joys of accomplishment must have been theirs. Sometimes we think that there are no great adventures left for us. Our fields have been made ready for the plow, our boundaries are fixed. But there never was a better time for great adventures. New ones already participated in by many about us, others soon to follow. Old orders are changing. Out of the present upheaval of ideas and customs is coming a different world. We have our parts in its making. We can adventure, we can be discoverers, pioneers; doers. Let's adventure! Snap Shots By Henry James Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) PETER RABBIT TRIES TO SCARE PADDY Peter Rabbit loves to joke. And his jokes are funny. For quite often it turns out That the joke's on Bunny. THAT is the way it turned out when he tried to play a joke on Paddy the Beaver. Fortunately Peter can laugh quite as heartily at a joke on himself as on any one else, which is the way it should be, and to this day whenever he thinks of this particular joke he has a good laugh all to himself. You see, it was this way: Peter was sitting on the roof of those big strong legs of his he can thump very hard. Indeed, that is the way he signals to his friends. He was sure that Paddy was in his snug chamber, just under the roof, for the smell of beaver came up very strong through the tiny air holes Paddy had left in the very top of his roof for fresh air. So he drew himself up and thumped three times as hard as ever he could. Then he rushed to look over the edge to see if Paddy was swimming away under the ice in a great fright as Jerry Muskrat did. Now, Peter forgot one thing? He forgot that Paddy's house wasn't low and rough like Jerry Muskrat's, but was high, with a rounding roof which was very smooth and slippery with frozen snow in places. He was in such a hurry to see Paddy swim under the ice that he didn't think of anything else and he rushed to one of the smoothest, most slippery places on the whole roof. His long legs flew from under him and down that slippery roof he shot on his back, his legs kicking foolishly. Thump! Peter had landed on the hard ice below and it seemed to him that he lost every bit of breath in his body. For a minute he just lay where he fell, kicking feebly and gasping for breath. "Ouch! Oh! Oh! Oouch!" cried Peter when he could catch breath enough. "Ouch" he cried again as he slowly got to his feet and felt himself all over to see if any bones were broken. "Ha, ha, ha ha," laughed a harsh voice right overhead. "How's Snap Shots By Henry James "Thirty days. Suspended." Very cheering sentence for a speeder, because meaning no sentence whatever. Sometimes suspicion arises that a suit to declare a rich man incompetent is not solely the expression of an affectionate concern. Twelve girls have escaped from the state reform school, probably deeming themselves sufficiently reformed. In a recent divorce granted to a wife the court rather rubbed it in by awarding the family auto to the woman. The Long Beach woman who shot her husband has won the approval of a jury, but the husband presumes to entertain the hope that she will not shoot him again. Lawyers are said to have advised certain Wall street bond thieves and shared the spoils. Criminal lawyers for sure. Have a Smile A man who had obtained work in a railroad yard was told off to mark some freight cars. "Here's a piece of chalk," said the foreman. "Mark each of 'em eleven." A little later the foreman came round again. There was a large "I" on the first car. Nothing else had been done. "What does this mean?" asked the foreman. "Only one truck done—and I said eleven, not one." "I know," said the man, "but I couldn't think which side of the 'I' the other 'I' goes." Herbert A. Giles gives the following example of Chinese humor in his "History of Chinese him, to deserve Literature." "A man who had been condemned to wear a wooden collar was seen by some of his friends. 'What have you been doing; they asked him, 'to deserve this?' Oh, nothing,' he replied; 'I only pick-" Paddy's house. He had got there by crossing the ice that covered Paddy's pond, and as he sat there suddenly rememoered how the winter before he had climbed up on the roof of Jerry Muskrat's house in the Smiling Pool and had given Jerry a terrible fright by thumping on the roof. Jerry had thought that it was Farmer Brown's boy trying to break in and had swum under the ice to the safety of his castle in the bank of the Smiling Pool. Why not play the same joke on Paddy the Beaver? Peter chuckled at the thought. How everybody would laugh when they heard that such a big strong fellow as Paddy the Beaver had been frightened by little Peter is a famous thumper. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS WHEREIN A BELLHOP SEES A GRAVE MENACE IN THE IRISH PEACE TREATY. To the English and Irish Peace Treaty Signers: Messrs. and Gents:—I've been looking over a copy of the treaty freezing Ireland and nothing has thrown such a scare into me in my life. All the other bellhops is frightened stiff, too. Not that we ain't glad to see the Irish get their liberty. There is little enough liberty these days, and them that can get any of it deserves it. I don't know nobody I'd rather see get liberty than the Irish. Some of the best people in this hotel is Irish and the Irish guests always tip a guy with less of a struggle than any other nationality. I've some Irish blood in me, for that matter, so the freer the Irish the better. But it's when I gets finished reading the terms and gets down to the signatures that I gets the big scare. I lamps the signatures and sees among others these representing Ireland: MICHAEL O. O. SILEAEN, ART OF GRIBTHA. SEORSA GHADGAIN UI DHURHT HAIGH. Now what I wants to know is what this means, if anything. If it's a typographical error all well and good. Red Casey, who is the head bellhop at this joint, says of course it's a typographical error, and that some printer fell on his face while carrying a front page full of type just as the paper was going to press. But the two O's being pronounced loudly like a call for help. And he tells me that this Seorsa Ghabgain Ui Dhubhathaigh is George Cavan Duffy. It don't seem right to me and I think he's a liar, but I wouldn't call him that now to his face of all times because he is pretty cocky over the freeing of Ireland. But it don't sound reasonable that there would be a name like "Ui" in the middle of Ghabgain Dhubhathaigh, because "Ui" is French for "yes," and no Irishman would be named "Yes" any more than he'd be named "No" or "Per-hans" or "Irefusetoanswer." However, maybe I'm wrong, and that's what I want to know. If it's true that the Irish delegates went back on spelling their names the old Gaic way, it is a sure thing, I'm afraid, that all the Irish will be doing the same thing, now that they are free to do as they please. The Irish-Americans will be following suit and you can see what a fix a bellhop will be in. I don't mind yelling George Cavan Duffy, but can you imagine me or any other bellhop running around a hotel lobby paging: "Mister Seorsa Ghabgain Ui Dhubhathaigh! Call for Mr. Seorsa Ghabgain Ui Dhubhathaigh!" So you can see it's a serious proposition and the bellhops of the world are all hot up. Can't you get together and put something in the treaty making the Irish stick to simplified spelling? If you can't, I'm off Herbert A. Giles gives the following example of Chinese humor in his "History of Chinese him, to deserve Literature." "A man who had been condemned to wear a wooden collar was seen by 'some of his friends.' What have you been doing,' they asked him, 'to deserve this?' 'Oh, nothing,' he replied; 'I only picked up on old piece of rope.' 'And you are to be punished thus severely,' they said, 'for merely picking up an end of rope?' 'Well,' answered the man, 'the fact is that there was bulldock tied to the other end.'" Worth Keeping The Christmas tree will soon be thrown Out on the garbage pile; The Christmas tree, but let us all Freeze to the Christmas smile. Most people waste a lot of valuable time telling their troubles to other people, who are not even interested. Now what I wants to know is what this means, if anything. If it's a typographical error all well and good. Red Casey, who is the head bellhop at this joint, says of course it's a typographical error, and that some printer fell on his face while carrying a front page full of type just as the paper was going to press. But I notice that, the signatures is the same in all the papers. And I'm asking you is it likely that all the printers on all the papers fell on their faces the same night? They might fall the same night, but they wouldn't all be carrying front pages. Now, the night clerk here, who is a bright guy, and an Irishman, tells me it ain't no accident at all and that these names is the names of the signers as they would be spelled in Old Irish. He says it's Gaelic spelling and that Art of Griobtha is the name as Arthur Griffith, and that Michael O. Sileaen is plain Michael Collins, One day Pat was walking down the street looking very pleased with himself. A friend stopped him and asked the cause of his good humor. "Well," said Pat, grinning all over his face, "perhaps you remember the sixpence I had, with a hole in it?" "Yes," said his friend, nodding. "Well," said Pat, "I've just melted down a shilling and filled the hole." WITH THE JONESES—But Pa Was Too Late. Wednesday, December 21, 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. Bedtime PADDY strong legs of his he very hard. Indeed, that signals to his friends. that Paddy was in his just under the roof, for beaver came up very in the tiny air holes in the very top of his air. So he drew himumped three times as he could. Then he over the edge to see swimming away under great fright as Jerry forgot one thing? He daddy's house wasn't low Jerry Muskrat's, but a rounding roof which both and slippery with places. He was in to see Paddy swim unhe didn't think of and he rushed to one thest, most slippery whole roof. His long under him and down of he shot on his back, big foolishly. ter had landed on the and it seemed to him er bit of breath in his minute he just lay where feebly and gasping ouch! Oh! Oh! Oouch!" when he could catch h. "Ouch" he cried lowly got to his feet if all over to see if any token. ha, ha!" laughed a night overhead. "How's George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer an this is the last Wensday to Christmuss wich is next Sundy an Satiday nite you hang up your stockin to see whats in it Sundy mornin. Lots of ladies sed they wood give me wun of thare stockins to hang up if I dont get wun in time. I no whose i wood like to have but I dont no her well enuff to ast her for wun of them for Christmuss nite. jim dash Mister Kuchel wich rites for us evry Mundy in the paper an what rites a bout what the city council is doin also sed he nose a man he wished he cood by for what he is worth an sell him for what he thinks he is worth. I dont no who the man is but he sed evrybuddy else wood no whats lived here a cuppe of yeers. Mister Kuchel he's lived here a bout 60 yeers he sed it seems like. He wus horned in N. Jersey an stade thare to when he wus 22 he sed an then he cum here so thats how old he is. jiru dash I seen Mister Oscar Schneider jess now what got marrid byn a Christmuss presunt for his wife I gess. He sed he coodnt get much this year count of him gettin marrid wich costed a lot I gess travellin an for the minister an evry think like that. I gess Eddie Schnider is broke also cause he sed the new baby costed him a lot an then they had a lot of work on the new ice box also in the shop so they will haff to wate to next yee to spred thare selfes they sed. Walter he dont get much wages cause he's the littlest wun an heaint marrid yet neether but Oscar sed he is thinkin a bout it he thinks cause Walter a byin a lot of new close to look good an he gets his face mussodged to the bobbers evry time when he gets his hare cut now. He dont haff to get shaved yet cause he's too yung for wiskers. jim dash If you have got a lot of munney wood you please get sum stockins for sum of the poor childern what aint got nun an bring it to us an we will give it to them We got a lot of stockins but we need sum more the cheef sed. It dont make no diffrance what you put in the stockins long as its for childern ar the stockins also. Dont bring nun of your stockins filled up cause childern coodnt ware the stockins. 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