anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-22

HERALD EDITORIALS WHEN HEARTS ARE TOUCHED Never was the Christmas spirit evidenced in kindlier form, or more profusely, than this year. Even in such communities as Anaheim, where prosperity is general, the whole region embraced within the country's "financial white spot," many cases of poverty have been uncovered. While this was a surprise, it was a problem promptly met. Just as fast as the instances of destitution could be announced, relief was freely proffered. There seemed to be a determination that Christmas should not be permitted to pass with even one child not having a taste of happiness. At the same time the observer of events must look with astonishment at lavish expenditures made for pleasure alone. These are made by the class that as a rule has no thought concerning those who not only sit down to no begauded banquet table, but deem themselves lucky to have so much as a loaf of bread. While the feast is spread for the opulent, there comes cries from all over the world for aid for children. The cost of a single plate at a center of gaiety and style could save the lives of many little ones for a period of weeks. Perhaps to some of the more sensitive diners the gaunt figures of starving babes will seem to intrude; skeletons at the feast. But the great heart of the nation is warm. It is throbbing with sympathy. It is impelling laden hands to reach out towards the lonely and the destitute, and a great prayer to ascend that not one of the needy shall be missed. NO HORRORS OF WAR Captain Crossman, known as an expert on artillery, characterizes the talk of the horrors of the next war as "bunk." He has no faith that more deadly gases have been But the great heart of the nation is warm. It is throbbing with sympathy. It is impelling laden hands to reach out towards the lonely and the destitute, and a great prayer to ascend that not one of the needy shall be missed. NO HORRORS OF WAR Captain Crossman, known as an expert on artillery, characterizes the talk of the horrors of the next war as "bunk." He has no faith that more deadly gases have been made that were recently used, or that the instruments of destruction to be available next time are more to be dreaded than in the past. This may be true. It is not particularly important if true. The instrumentalities employed in the late war were dreadful enough to create prejudice against calling them into service again. The next war, if no more horrific than the one just finished, does not present in prospect a front in any degree pleasing. War is its own best argument against war. There is no necessity to look to the future to seek a lesson in terrors yet to be. The terrors of yesteryear are not forgotten. The idea that pervades the human mentality as a whole, and is gaining force, is that war is not to be desired; that it is futile; that it gains nothing for the victor. It is impossible to summon up moral reasons why the nations of the earth should not dwell in peace. This nation is striving to set the example. The idea has taken practical form. An area of peace has been established, in the hope that in the end it may embrace all lands. Granted that airships are not capable of wiping out cities, that the potency of the most modern gas has been unduly emphasized, the effort to picture war as a delightful spectacle, or the essential of progress, utterly fails to convince. STUDYING EARTQUAKES For many years scientists have been studying earthquakes. There are even some of them designated as earthquake experts. There still is lack of evidence that they know anything concerning the causes of these mundane commotions. In instances the effects are apparent enough. The old theory that the globe is a hollow shell containing a molten center, has been attacked recently by geologists of high repute. If they are able to establish their tentative conclusions as a belief, the former ideas concerning earthquakes will have to be abolished. The new school holds that the globe was not formed from nebulae, swirling, and gradually becoming compact outwardly, but that it is the result of accretions, each addition solid. Therefore they hold that the whole earth is solid. Solidly, of course, is regarded with full assent to the fact The old theory that the globe is a hollow shell containing a molten center, has been attacked recently by geologists of high repute. If they are able to establish their tentative conclusions as a belief, the former ideas concerning earthquakes will have to be abolished. The new school holds that the globe was not formed from nebulae, swirling, and gradually becoming compact outwardly, but that it is the result of accretions, each addition solid. Therefore they hold that the whole earth is solid. Solidly, of course, is regarded with full assent to the fact that nothing is in reality solid, but only seems so to the unaided senses. Whether earthquakes are due to a settling of the surface, or to be accounted for by application of an unknown force from without, is yet to be determined. There remains also to be explained the fact that through deep fissures there sometimes rush streams of fire and of inorangic matter made liquid by heat. The average woman acts first and then thinks it over afterward. J. D. GUY General Building CONTRACTOR All Kinds of Brick and Cement Work—Bungalows a Specialty Plans and Satisfaction Estimates My Furnished Motto Phone 576 R. Res. 900 E. Center, Anaheim TEXT BOOK OF WALL STREET 1922 Edition now ready for free distribution McCall, Riley & Co. Members Consolidated Rock Exchange of New York 28 Broad St., New York NAHEIM DAILY HEAR ALS Between Ourselfs By Della M. Stewart The real test of a man or a woman is not the position held. Some small-natured people are in large places, and it often takes a large-hearted person to fill a small place. Riches and honor never, as it's sometimes said "make a fool of a man." They do not. They only make it possible for him to indulge in his real nature. The real test comes in the way honors are accepted. Too often honors are like wasp stings—they cause a huge swelling without real importance. If one is genuine, public acknowledgment of worth causes added humility instead. The first thought of the real man or the real woman is not: "Now I can lord it over others!" but: "what did they see in me to thus honor? How can I live up to such confidence and liking?" But it's mighty hard for any of us to be 100 per cent real. Down in the corners of our hearts is the thought of self-satisfaction, self-conceit. It takes a fierce battle to conquer, it's hard to keep humble. But it pays. All sentiment aside, it's a good business proposition. No one really likes the self-conceited soul. No self-respecting person wants to be patronized, or to listen to the self-praise of another. Then, too, humility—not of the Uriah Heep variety, but that stamped with the mark of genuiness—is such a lovable virtue. Just to be one's self, with the same cordial charm, the same self-forgetfulness, the same desire to serve, the same thoughtfulness of others'likes and needs; this is to make ourselves indispensable in our own circle, and desired in others. It pays as a business proposition, it pays as a personal aim. George OUR BOY REPORTER I seen Cheef Stedman jess now an ast him did he no Roy Gardner was in jale now for 75 years an he sed well George I quit keepin track of that man cause 1st he is in the jale an the next thing you hear a bout he is hold-in a male trune an then he's in jale agen so I aint goin to worry a bout him no more cause every time when ne goes to jale he gets out agen an then they get him so I'm threw wotchin for him. jim dash Fare an warmer an if you aint got to get your wife a Christmuss presnt yet you better make it snappy. Mister Hud Holland he sed he's got to get Mrs Holland 2 presents this Christmuss jeas or account of me tell-in a bout them Jonteeels girls with red hare lookin over the rock. G wiz. He sed nothin less than a klinksky cote will do for Mrs Holland this year if it takes him 2 yeers to pay for it. He aint mad a bout it thoug I gees. jim dash Doctor Newkirk from the clinick was up to Sants Ana seein sum nurses. He told them a bout local inspeckshun wich means they go a round an see is ennybudy slick like Margaret Kuehl does whats our traned nurse for babies. Its harder to no whats the matter with babies cause they cant tell you ware it hurts. Sum times when you think they got collick in the stemmld they aint so thats what makes it hard. jim dash Mister Howard Gates whats wun of the city trustles whats got the flour gardens up by tho High school sed the best thing to give sum buddy for which is a live for my Christmuss wich is a air dale dog. My foth dont like air dale dogs cause he they wag thare tale an show teeth all the same time an you no wich end to believe he sed. jim dash It's two late now to male pack wich is goin East Mister Ahlbout jeas now cause all the male cars conjestshuns. If you male ther they wood maybe get thare Christmuss after next he sed. Ahlborn sed he dont no why peel the time put off malin thare ides for Christmuss presnts time cause Christmuss cums the time evry yeer only not on Sundtimes. jim dash You dont half to wate for muney nor nuthin to the so now cauz Mister Reuther's got Lameden trolle, wich whizzes muney up to A Queen Adams and get your change back before packidges is rapped up good and dont haft to stand in line and your muney like we do here sun when she cheef is bizay. jim dash Mister Joe Kustiner whats g store ware Mister Curtiss work times give a big Christmuss for sum poor kid what aint got he filled it up cnocker block sum munney in it also. Hel's baby his self so he nose how i to be happy I gees. Mister Ku I indad. Mister Curtis he aint kids gone heaint old enuff martild like Walter Schneider alich is Eddie's brother an Then, too, humility—not of the Urlih Heep variety, but that stamped with the mark of genuineness—is such a lovable virtue. Just to be one's self, with the same cordial charm, the same self-forgetfulness, the same desire to serve, the same thoughtfulness of others' likings and needs; this is to make ourselves indispensable in our own circle, and desired in others. It pays as a business proposition, it paye as a personal aim. Have a Smile Compositors are supposed to be able to decipher all kinds of handwriting. On this point Robert Clark, the Edinburgh printer used to tell a story. Professor Lindsay Alexander came into his office one Friday with the manuscript of a sermon. "You must let me have proofs of this tomorrow," he said. Mr. Clark told him the time was too short. He must give them a few days longer. "No," he said, "I must breach this sermon tomorrow." It is a special sermon. I wrote it ten years ago, and now I can't make out a word of it." When Mr. Daniels went to the club he left Mrs. Daniels with a friend whose abilities as a scandal-monger and mischief-maker are pre-eminent. When he returned he poked his head into the drawing room and said, with a sigh of relief: "That old cat gone. I suppose?" For an instant there was a dreadful silence, for as he uttered the last word he encountered the stony glare of the lady who had been in his mind. Then Mrs. Daniels spoke quite calmly: "The old cat!" she said. "Oh, yes, dear; I sent it to the cats-home in a basket first thing this morning!" The school dramatic society was giving its first performance of the season, and the play they had chosen for the momentous occasion was "Julius Caesar." All went smoothly till Caesar's dead body was brought in, and Mark Antony had to deliver his famous speech. He put his heart into the part, and the audience felt acutely for the poor citizens, who were all presumably horror-stricken and overcome with grief, when Antony gently but firmly grasped, as he thought, the face cloth, and slowly, very slowly, began to draw it back. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) PETER RABBIT sat on the ice close by the house of Paddy the Beaver and Peter felt very sore and very foolish. You see, he had tried to play a joke on Paddy. He had climbed up on the roof of Paddy's house; and by thumping on it ad only Peter or his cousin Jumper the Hare, can thump, had tried to frighten Paddy to make him think that some one was trying to break in. But he had lost his balance and had slid down the stepb: slippery roof faster. He had gone bet a few steps he happened to look down the clear ice. He forgot and sore he was and gave a end jump. There was a strange-looking creature on straight toward him, and it shim so that for a minute he quit got that it was under the ice, and of course couldn't harm him wanted to. "Oh!" exclaimed Peter and ready to run. Then in a flash he to him who it might be: He be ward and looked eagerly. Yes, Paddy the Beaver, and he was ming under the ice straight his mouth. In his mouth was a log of wood. Peter looked in the tion from which Paddy had come there just above the ice were small twigs. Then Peter remem how in the fall he had watched store a great pile of aspen logs branches out in his pond and Paddy had told him that we storehouse of winter food. He be that Paddy had been out at dinner and was taking that lit to his house to strip off which he so dearly loves and in comfort in his snug chamber the water, where nothing could turb him. Peter turned back to watch but Paddy had disappeared. All saw was a little bubble of air close to Paddy's house, and by knew that Paddy was inside scratched his heart thoughtfully. "Why," said ho. "it must Paddy wasn't in his house at I tried to scare him. Serves me I guess, for trying; to play a joke. Then, as he thought queer Paddy had looked under and of how all the long wived in the darkness of his ful house, only coming out under the ice for his food." "Julius Caesar." All went smoothly till Caesar's dead body was brought in, and Mark Antony had to deliver his famous speech. He put his heart into the part, and the audience felt acutely for the poor citizens, who were all presumably horror-striken and overcome with grief, when Antony gently but firmly grasped, an he thought, the face cloth, and slowly, very slowly, begun to draw it back. Just then an excited whisper came from the other end of the corpse: "This end, you idiot!" But Antony was too much wrapped in grief to hear. He persevered, and then suddenly disclosed to the intently gazing audience Caesar's shoes. Woman Barber Shaved Way To Heart of Man CHICAGO.—A woman barber shaved her way to the affections of Edward C. Rice, his wife declared in hearing of their divorce suit. "Oh!" Exclaimed Peter, and Made Ready to Run. than Little Joe Otter ever slid down one of his slippery slides and had landed on the hard ice with a bump that knocked all the breath from his body. "Oh, dear," muttered Peter, as he felt of his bruises. "Oh, dear. What ever made me think of trying to play such a joke? And I don't even know whether I scared Paddy or not. I—I guess that such jokes don't pay." For once Peter was just exactly right. Jokes that frighten other people are not really jokes at all, but just mean tricks, and as Peter sat there nursing his bumps he began to understand this. After a little he started for the Green Forest, and Peter limped. Yes, sir. Peter limped. You see, he had so many bumps and bruises that he felt lame all over. He didn't feel good a bit. He knew that Blacky the Crow, who had seen him tumble, would tell all the other little people, and that he never would hear the end of it. Everybody would laugh at him and tense him. No Peter did not feel one bit good. And in his snug, warm cloak Paddy the Beaver was thinking: Peter Rabbit and how Peter snug, warm house and no pity, but must hunt day after day matter what the weather, enough to eat. "It's queer," said Paddy the Beaver, "how some folks do live world." Next Story—Old Granny Caught Napping. UP WITH THE JONESES—Joe Got Back at Pa. NOW ISN'T THAT A LOVELY CHRISTMAS PRESENT? LEAVE IT TO BROTHER JOE TO DO THE RIGHT THING! WAITLL I SMELL EN FIRST! HERALD THursday, December 22, 1931 SUPSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier.....$ .65 One Year by Mail.....$4.00 One Month by Mail.....$ .49 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS THE INNBADDS ON IRISH FREEDOM "Well, I see Ireland has won its freedom," said Ignatius Innbadd, as he made a pretense of studying the terms of the Irish treaty. "It's about time," replied Mrs. Innbadd, who was before her marriage a Miss-Della Hennessey. "It has taken the English 700 years to find out what every other nation discovered years ago." "What was that?" "That you can't lick an Irishman," she replied. "From now on, as I understand it," said Innbadd, "the Irish will have to fight purely for pleasure and only among themselves." "As I read the terms," went on Ignatius, "Ireland gets the same kind of liberty, personal and otherwise, that Canada has. I'm betting she is grateful that she didn't get the same kind of personal liberty that America has." "Oh, the Irish don't drink any more than any other people," rebuked the wife, "although I'll admit that if the United States was what it used to be there'd be a great many people in what might be called an Irish Spree State tonight and that my old dad would have been amonfst 'em." "How do you think Irish freedom will work out?" asked Ignatius. "Well, I think the struggles of the Irish people are far from over. The greatest struggle they have ever known will be to get used to brotherly love with England. When you've had the nose-thumbing habit 700 years it's no cinch to break it. The old school of St. Patrick's Day orations in the United States will be inconvenienced as much as anybody, and if England has a heart she will allow the ol' timers to denounce her on this annual occasion just for old times' sake and feel that he can safely pass under buildings in the course of construction without carrying a brick-proof umbrella. By the way I was just thinking of a wise crack. It's to the effect that while Great Britain has the freedom of the seas Ireland has the freedom of the Hennesseys." "I'll bust another waste over your head if you pull anything like that," declared Mrs. Innbadd. "You ought to be too glad a great people have gained their freedom to be making cheap puns about 'em." "I am glad," insisted Ignatius, "but there's one thing I want to see, or hear, before I'll believe Ireland and England are really at peace." "What that?" demanded Mrs. Innbadd, nee Hennessey. "I want to be around when the Irish societies are asked to sing 'God Save the King' at an annual outing." Snap Shots By Henry James The witness employed to commit perjury has a great advantage when permitted to have the last word. An artist may be married and yet follow his career. There are examples seeming to prove the contrary, but they only prove the artist to have a bad temper and a swelled head. A New York adaptation has gold plated knobs. Also gold plated snobs. According to an army captain "How do you think Irish freedmen will work out?" asked Ignatius. "Well, I think the struggles of the Irish people are far from over. The greatest struggle they have ever known will be to get used to brotherly love with England. When you've had the nose-thumbing habit 700 years it's no chance to break it. The old school of St. Patrick's Day orations in the United States will be inconvenienced as much as anybody, and if England has a heart she will allow the old-timers to denounce her on this annual occasion just for old times' sake and the morning newspapers." "Ireland will have its own army, I see." "It's about time she had her own army. The Irish have been doing the heavy fighting in other nations' armies for years." "I see by Article VI that the Irish agree to let British warships enter Irish waters withoutissing the skippers," remarked Ignatius. "Still, the peace hasn't been put through formally yet. Irene Daly has got to act on it." "Who? asked Mrs. Innbadd. "Irene Daly," repeated Ignatius. "You mean the Dall Eireann," corrected the wife, "you big slimp." "Have it your way, I never met the lady." returned Innbadd. "What else do you observe in the treaty terms?" asked the wife. "The Irish are to have their own first-al policy." "Not fist-al," snapped Mrs. Innbadd. 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