anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-27

HERALD EDITORIALS DEVOTION TO REPORTERS The loyalty of its staff is the great strength of a newspaper. The devotion of reporters to their calling in general, and to the journal for which they work, is known wherever papers are printed. It is accepted as a matter of course. The correspondent who goes to the battlefront, or as near as the military will permit, or who explores a far land, or interviews the great folk of the world, is only the reporter operating in an enlarged field. When in the war with Spain the first expedition was sent to Cuba, the first person to step from the boat that headed the landing force was a newspaper man. When Dewey sailed into Manila bay, standing on the bridge with him were not officers of high rank, but a newspaper man. And quick as word could be flashed across the ocean the world knew not only that Manila had fallen, but was reading a detailed account, vivid, picturesque and true. Reporters do not stop for danger. They defy any hardship the conquering of which means a story for the paper they represent. In the triumph over difficulties and the satisfaction of knowing they have won a victory, usually they think they have reward enough. AFTER THE STORM Just as the rain was falling an editorial was printed bidding it welcome, praising its benignity and usefulness. Returns had not all come in at that time. The rain did measureless good. The hills beginning to gleam with a coat of verdure attest that. But it was rude in its methods. It battered exposed points ferociously. It struck the mountains in a burst of water that gathered impetus as it sped for lower levels. It flooded a considerable area washed out bridges, turned cabins upide AFTER THE STORM Just as the rain was falling an editorial was printed bidding it welcome, praising its benignity and usefulness. Returns had not all come in at that time. The rain did measureless good. The hills beginning to gleam with a coat of verdure attest that. But it was rude in its methods. It battered exposed points ferociously. It struck the mountains in a burst of water that gathered impetus as it sped for lower levels. It flooded a considerable area, washed out bridges, turned cabins upside down and deposited rubbish over a wide area. It chased people out into the wind and wet, perhaps up a tree. It interfered with traffic and communication. It spoiled prospective Christmas shopping tours. It changed the material world for the once into a dreary, dripping, splashing ball of mud. Greased the pavements until pedestrians and automobiles alike yielded to the impulse to skid. So much for the debit side. But the sun was certain to shine again, touching an earth refreshed. Broad acres were awakened to response to the husbandman. Sustenance for fruit and flower and grain had sunk deep into the soil. When the books are balanced the storm will be found to have richly paid for itself. It was more boisterous than the average mortal would have deemed necessary. There is an old saying "We can't have everything to please us." PERJURY AND JUSTICE The average criminal trial is a scandal. It is made so by the free use of perjury. Perjury really is a detestable crime. For the most part it goes unheeded and unpunished. That it shall be an element in every criminal trial is accepted as a matter of course. No reflection is to be made as to a criminal trial now in progress. The typical trial, from which a guilty man, known to be guilty, is permitted to walk forth crowned with a spurious halo, is the one in mind; no single trial but the essence of trials without number. A criminal trial is likely to have nothing to do with the guilt or innocence of the prisoner. These are considerations that do not enter into the mind of the defense. The object is to defeat justice, not to uphold the law, and not to assure a fair trial. Indeed, in many instances, a fair trial would be fatal. It is the last thing to be desired. Consider the advantage a conscienceless lawyer has in the fact that the complete story of the prosecution is before him. Following the methods of his kind, he has merely to procure the essential "witnesses" drill them in the false testimony they are to purvey, and then there is nothing for the jury to do but to guess what witness is telling the truth, and what witness is a liar. This may not always be a simple task. Nobody would deny that there are lawyers in plenty Consider the advantage a conscienceless lawyer has in the fact that the complete story of the prosecution is before him. Following the methods of his kind, he has merely to procure the essential "witnesses" drill them in the false testimony they are to purvey, and then there is nothing for the jury to do but to guess what witness is telling the truth, and what witness is a liar. This may not always be a simple task. Nobody would deny that there are lawyers in plenty who would scorn these tricks. Nobody accustomed to observe, could deny that there are lawyers in abundance who win cases, and win a certain reputation, wholly by resort to exactly this style of trickery. Germany has bought a lot of English ships to be junked and made into the implements and appurtenances of peace. This seems to knock the theory that Germany has no money besides the bales of printed stuff that lacks purchasing power. Men toll for leisure only to discover after gaining their object that leisure is nothing to be desired. A pedagague of the old school says that without the liberal use of the rod it is impossible to make boys smart. IF YOU ARE GOING TO BUY A Tractor Get our price and terms on THE "WALLACE" Pease-Kolberg Co. Orange Cal. Phone 2J KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES THAT WAS A PEACH OF A SMOKIN' JACKET I GAVE UNK FOR XMAS, AND THAT MANICURE SET I GAVE AUNT CLARICE WAS A PIP, AN' THE SET OF BOOKS I GAVE JULIE - NAHEIM DAILY HER Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart We're coming very close to the time of fresh beginnings. For some reason the first of the year seems to most of us a time when we can take stock of ourselves and our lives, check up the debit and credit and begin over. It's a time for research, for remembrance, for honesty. For without the last research and remembrance are useless. Impressions on heart or mind count for very little if we do not take them into real life, transmute them into definite action. Putting aside the claim of truth does not eliminate it. Sooner or later it will come to the front again, to convict or condemn if evil. It is unescapable. Just suppose that in this new year that is so near at hand all our business men should face the exact truth concerning their relations to employees and the whole economic situation. Just suppose that every employee should determine that through its months there should be absolute acceptance to the business for which they work. Just suppose that we all should make up our minds that truth, not sophistries, should rule our conduct, that we shall really be, instead of merely seeming to be. How different this year would be from this one nearing its end! How the policies of our statesmen would change! How the family relationships of some of us would alter! How differently we would talk, reason, argue! How much of peace on earth, good-will to men might actually be brought about! But it's utterly foolish and Utopian to even suggest such a procedure. Possibly. But just think about it for a minute. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) WHAT FARMER BROWN'S BOY DID TO GRANNY POOR old Granny Fox! She had thought that she had been in tight places before, but never, never had she been in such a tight place as this. There stood Farmer Brown's boy looking along the barrel of his dreadful gun straight at her, and only such a very, very little distance away! It wasn't of the least bit of use to run. That dreadful gun would go "Bang!" and that would be the end of Granny Fox, and she knew it. For a few seconds she stood staring at Farmer Brown's boy, too frightened to move or even think. Then she began to wonder why that dreadful gun didn't go off. She was sure that it would at the first step she took. And yet she didn't dare stand there. How could Farmer Brown's boy do such a dreadful thing? Somehow his REDDY FOX HEARS ABOUT GRANNY FOX SAMMY JAY hurried through the Green Forest chuckling as he flew. Sammy was brimming over with the news he had to tell, how old Granny Fox had been caught napping by Farmer Brown's boy. Sammy wouldn't have believed it if any one had told him, but he had seen it himself, and it tickled him almost to pieces to think that Granny Fox, whom everybody thought so sly and clever and smart, had been caught actually asleep by the one whom she was most afraid of, but at whom she always had turned up her nose. Presently Sammy spied Reddy Fox trotting the Lone Little Path. Reddy was forever boasting of how smart Granny Fox was. He had boasted of it so much that everybody was sick of hearing him. Sammy chuckled harder than ever when he saw itteddy. He hid in a thick hemlock tree and as Reddy passed Sammy shouted: If I'd such a stupid old granny As some folks who think they are smart I never would boast of my granny, But would live by myself quite apart. Reddy looked up angrily. He couldn't see Sammy Jay, but he knew Sammy's voice. Of course it was foolish, very foolish of him to be angry, and still more foolish of him to show his anger. If he had stopped a minute to think he would have known that Sammy was saying such a mean, protesting thing just to make him angry, and that the angrier he grew the better pleased Sammy Jay would be. But like a great many people he Snap Shots By Henry James For once at least Ex-Congressman Randall got more water than he wanted. When the state makes out an apparently perfect case, and the defense produces witnesses to swear to the falsity of all the state's testimony, should a jury guess, or resort to dice? A man consumed a quart of whisky tried to batter down a door with an ax, but assured the police that he was sober. If this is true he should explain what did all him. Twenty-one automobiles were stolen from Los Angeles streets in one day. Owners will soon begin to use their skid chains to fasten their machines to posts. An Oakland mansion was burned recently, but the liquor stored in the basement was all saved. It seems that the liquor was not insured. Senator Watson's witnesses continue to prove that Watson does not know what he is raving about. Conan Dovle has been describing heaven. Unfortunately his description is not accompanied by photographs taken on the spot. Hearst papers proclaim that Harding has split with the envoys. Wrong, of course. Both factors ignore Hearst, and he regards his isolation as a split. He stopped, coming out of the Union Club, and passed to flick a bit of dust from his coat with a languid finger. With a half-hid scornful smile he watched Percy Carringle, the muni-tion millionaire's son, timidly pass through the portals of the club. It amused him to see the uncertainty with which this nouveau riche looked around him. His father, for more years that he could remember, had frequented the club, and he bade fair to follow in his father's footsteps! He stood hesitating: should he go to the Vanderbilt's or to the Ritz first? Suddenly he remembered. He had to go to the Vanderbilt's; he didn't have enough milk in his wagon for the Ritz. Religious factions in American Legion posts have been severely condemned by Hanford MacNider, Iowa, national commander of the organiza- "Go it, Granny! Go it!" he shouted. freckled face didn't look so cruel. "It was even beginning to grin. That must be because he had caught her napping and knew that she couldn't get away from him this time as she had so many times before. 'Oh!' sobbed Granny under her breath. And right then, at that very minute, Farmer Brown's boy did something. Yes, sir, he did something to Old Granny Fox. What do you think it was? No, he didn't shoot her. He didn't fire his dreadful gun. What do you think he did do? Why, he tossed a handful of snow at Granny Fox and shouted "Boo!" That's what he did, and all he did except to laugh as Granny gave a great leap and then made those black legs of her fly as never before. Every instant she expected to hear that dreadful gun as she had heard it many times before when it was fired at some one else, and it seemed as if her heart would burst with fright as she ran. But the gun didn't bang, and after a little, when she felt quite sure that she was safe, she turned to look over her, shoulder. Farmer Brown's boy was standing right where she had last seen him and was laughing harder than ever. Yes, sir, he was laughing, and though Granny Fox didn't think so, his laugh was good to hear, for it was good-natured and merry and all that an honest laugh should be. "Go it, Granny! Go it!" he shouted. "And the next time you are tempted to steal my chickens just remember that I caught you napping and let you off when I might have shot you as easily as could be. Just remember that, Granny Fox, and leave my chickens alone." Now, it happened that Tommy Tit the Chickadee had seen all that happened, and he fairly bubbled over with joy. "Dee, dee, dee, chickadee!" It's just as I said. Farmer Brown's boy isn't bad at all. He'd be friends with every one if every one would let him!" he cried. "Maybe, maybe," grumbled Sammy Jay, who also had seen all that had happened, "but he's altogether too smart for me to trust. Oh, my! Oh, my! What news this will be to tell! Old Granny Fox will never hear the end of it. If ever she boasts again of how smart she is all we will have to do is to remind her of the time when Farmer Brown's boy caught her napping. Ho, ho! I must hurry along and find my cousin Blacky the Crow, and tell him." And still "Who says Granny Fox is stupid?" he snarled. Could she have been shot by Farmer brown's boy? "Nothing much, only Farmer Brown's boy caught her napping," replied Sammy, and chuckled so that Reddy heard him. "I don't believe it!" snapped Reddy. I don't believe it! Nobody ever caught Granny napping and nobody ever will. "I don't care whether you believe it or not; it's so, for I saw him," retorted Sammy. "You—you—you—" "Go ask Tommy Tit the Chickadee if it isn't true. He saw him, too," interrupted Sammy. "Dee, dee, dee chickadee! It's so, and Farmer Brown's boy let it..." with which this nouveau riche looked around him. His father, for more years that he could remember, had frequented the club, and he bade fair to follow in his father's footsteps! He stood hesitating; should he go to the Vanderbilt's or to the Ritz first? Suddenly he remembered. He had to go to the Vanderbilt's; he didn't have enough milk in his wagon for the Ritz. Religious factions in American Legion posts have been severely condemned by Hanford MacNider, Iowa, national commander of the organization. Sheaking at Portland, Ore. Mr. MacNider declared that religion "is between a man and his God," and that the person who would bring religious differences into Legion activities "is not worthy of membership." "This country was founded because of religious intolerance in others," the Legion head said. "The Protestant, Catholic or Jew who endeavors to force religious issues should be effectively squashed." Ben Baxter, contractor, 265W. Adv. boy isn't bad at all. He'd be friends with every one if every one would let him!" he cried. "Maybe, maybe," grumbled Sammy Jay, who also had seen all that had happened, "but he's altogether too smart for me to trust. Oh, my! Oh, my! What news this will be to tell! Old Granny Fox will never hear the end of it. If ever she boasts again of how smart she is all we will have to do is to remind her of the time when Farmer Brown's boy caught her napping. Ho, ho, ho! I must hurry along and find my cousin, Blacky the Crow, and tell him." And, still chuckling, he hurried away. As for Old Granny Fox, she feared Farmer Brown's boy more than ever—not because of what he had done to her, but because of what he had not done. You see, nothing would have made her believe that he would like to be her friend. She thought he had let her get away just to show her that he was smarter than she and could get her when he pleased, and instead of thankfulness in her heart hate and fear filled it. You know— People who themselves do ill. For others seldom have good-will. HOLY MACKEREL! CHRISTMAS IS A YEAR OFF, WHY WORRY ABOUT BUYING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS FOR NEXT YEAR? H OF A SMOKIN' ANK FOR XMAS, AND SET I GAVE AUNT UP, AN' THE SET OF LIE- WELL — WHAT ARE YOU WORRYIN' ADOUT ETHELDBERT? CHRISTMAS PRESENTS UNK! HOLY MACKEREL! CHRISTMAS IS A YEAR OFF, WHY WORRY ABOUT BUYING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS FOR NEXT YEAR? HERALD Tuesday, December 27, 1921 SUPSCRIPTION 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 OX HEARS ABOUT ANNY FOX I hurried through the crest chuckling as he mmy was brimming news he had to tell. Fox had been caught farmer Brown's boy, I have believed it if him, but he had seen it tickled him almost think that Granny Fox, my thought so sly and smart, had been caught by the one whom she d of, but at whom she nmed up her nose. mmy spied Reddy Fox one Little Path. Reddy boasting of how smart s. He had boasted of that everybody was sick. Sammy chuckled or when he saw Iteddy. kick hemlock tree and and Sammy shouted: pid old granny who think they are boast of my granny, love by myself quite up angrily. He mmy Jay, but he knew Of course it was foolof him to be angry, coolish of him to show he had stopped a minne would have known saying such a mean, just to make him the angrier he grew Sammy Jay would great many people he OBSERVATIONS —By— CHARLES KUCHEL It would indeed be a difficult matter to find a more inviting field for the legitimate investment of money than right here in Anaheim. Some of the more enthusiastic admirers of this city's resources will buttonhole you and say that one may choose either point of the compass and go as far as you like in Southern California, and fall to find a section with more ideal environment than Anaheim. The city itself, offering splendid opportunities for the homeseeker, is made doubly attractive by having thriving suburbs that are tributary to its continual upbuilding. This insures stability, and while the business men here are all of the progressive class, the phenomenal growth of commercial enterprises during the past few years will, in the near future, be eclipsed by such tremendous strides that, in truth, will surprise the most conservative observers. This will come about in great part by the myriads of eastern investors who come to Southern California in ever increasing numbers. The census bureau's reports are good criterions to back up these assertions, and while data from this course assure us that this famed southland has made wonderful gains in population during the past decade, the most obtuse plebian must admit that in time to come these figures of gain will be increased many fold. Anaheim is branching out as never before and the very air is permeated with optimism, which augurs well for the confidence people have for the city's future. Real estate perhaps is the best as During the past week when the heavy downpour of rain sent a large volume of water on its wasteful way to the ocean, again demonstrates the fact that steps should be taken to impound these flood waters. Wise men of today are giving water conservation serious thought. There is an ample field within this county for observation relative to saving this lifesaving fluid. The mill will never grind with the water that has passed. Shrewd men with an eye for the future feel confident that Palm street within five years, perhaps less, will be the main artery of traffic entering this city. Being on a direct line with the state highway to the north, this thoroughfare offers inviting advantages as a busy boulevard. Now you hear men say it will be widened to eighty feet and paved in order to help the city solve the congestion problem. Once the street is connected up with the King's Highway, at the bend in the road, just north of town, it will draw ninety per cent of the incoming traffic. This, in turn, will cause property to the southwest, within this city, to further enhance in value, owing to the resultant divergence of this traffic eastward and southward into the heart of the city. Where people congregate most there is business and business means the almighty dollar, and that is what nowadays people are after. Of course, the whole city is going along in high, but this latest street achievement in civic betterment is attracting the eye of those who are alert. Happy New Year Greeting. The other night at a council meeting when bids were being received for The census bureau's reports are good criterions to back up these assertions, and while data from this course assure us that this famed southland has made wonderful gains in population during the past decade, the most obtuse plebian must admit that in time to come these figures of gain will be increased many fold. Anaheim is branching out as never before and the very air is permeated with optimism, which augurs well for the confidence people have for the city's future. Real estate perhaps is the best asset a man can possess at this time and those who have savings to invest need have no fear of taking any risks by putting their money into property investment here, where the scenic beauty of the landscape is so admirably enhanced by the prolific Valencia orango groves. This city has come to stay and to grow—but mainly to grow. A proud young father was wheeling a baby carriage upstreet the other afternoon, in which was seated a fine looking son and heir, the very image of its daddy. Rolling his own. some time when Granny colds me for being careless and then I'll see what she has to say. I guess she won't scold so much after this." Reddy grinned, which wasn't a bit nice of him. Instead of being sorry that Granny Fox had such a fright he was already planning how he would get even when she scolded him for his own carelessness. Next Story—Reddy Fox is impudent. The other night at a council meeting when bids were being received for paving a street, a young man, who was after the job, filed his proposal, but he was seven minutes late in doing so. Another bidder noticed this and, rising to address the board of councilmen, said he was no stickler, but thought the young man's bid should not be considered. Of course, according to inexorable law, the bid that was seven minutes late was cast aside. That was an unpardonable thing to do by the slow bidder—to be seven minutes late! To some it looks like greed upon the part of the other bidder to object to receiving this tardy bid. But that was law, and it was so ordained. And then, the bid of the man, who had observed the slight irregularity in the late bidder not getting under the wire in time, was also rejected, because it was too high, another man having under bid him. And so the world moves. 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