anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-28

HERALD EDITORIALS THE NEWBERRY CASE; IT IS TO LAUGH The now-famous case of Senator Truman H. Newberry seems to be approaching the brink of action. It seems to be fairly well cut and dried that Newberry shall be seated. His defense, or rather the defense of those who are ushering him into an untainted seat in the United States Senate is that Newberry was totally ignorant of the vast amounts of money being spent to elect him. In other words, the gentleman from Michigan was idling away his time while his managers spent a fortune to land him in the United States senate. Maybe Newberry did not know the exact amount being spent to defeat Henry Ford, and if he didn't, it seems he is not the kind of a man needed in the United States Senate. The country needs men in the Senate who will watch "the little things." There are those who poke fun at Henry Ford, just as there were dozens of hundreds who poked fun at the great Roosevelt. Henry Ford is a great man, and although sometimes misguided in the matter of doing the right thing at the right time, he has nevertheless done more for the common people of the country than any other individual in it. He knows how to treat men, how to pay them and how to play fair with the public. He is concerned in the welfare of his thousands of employees and admits by action and word of mouth, that he is one of the so-called "common herd." The United States Senate is becoming a gymnasium for aged and infirm aristocrats. In days gone forever, there were great men in that august body, but today, they are in the minority. The few great leaders in the Senate can be counted on the fingers on one hand. The reason? It is because the pampered sons of wealthy people are being sent to the Senate instead of the great thinkers of... and how to play fair with the public. He is concerned in the welfare of his thousands of employes and admits by action and word of mouth, that he is one of the so-called "common herd." The United States Senate is becoming a gymnasium for aged and infirm aristocrats. In days gone forever, there were great men in that august body, but today, they are in the minority. The few great leaders in the Senate can be counted on the fingers on one hand. The reason? It is because the pampered sons of wealthy people are being sent to the Senate instead of the great thinkers of the nation. What America needs is more Johnsons, more Borahs, more Jim Reeds, more men who do their own thinking and do not put party above people and above government. Think this over and see if you can name ten really great men in the United States Senates—men like Charles M. Schwab, Henry Ford, Herbert Hoover, Elihu Root, Charles Evans Hughes, William Jennings Bryan, and other men whose names are more than familiar to the average American. When the people begin to vote with their heads instead of their hands, there will be greater men in the United States Senate and millionaires and pampered sons of millionaires will be conspicious by their absence. WILL JUSTICE PREVAIL? MAYBE SO! Within a few days, Roscoe Arbuckle will appear in court again to be given another trial in the matter of the death of Virginia Rappe. The Anaheim Herald has had quite enough to say in the matter of Arbuckle and his beastly party on last Labor Day, but to start the new year right, the Herald presents itself with a wish, and that wish is that Thomas Lee Woolwine could be engaged to take the state's part and Virginia Rappe's part in the trial of the ex-comedian. There is something rotten in Denmark in the Arbuckle case. The movie industry was said to have financed the Arbuckle defense—a frantic effort to "save the industry" it was alleged. Whoever guided the movie industry into such an effort was not friendly to the industry. The thing for the movie industry to do, or the thing it should have done was to have dropped Arbuckle like a hot brick and very rightly take the stand that from unimpeachable sources, the said Labor day party was a disgrace to organized society, and even without the tragedy connected with it, it was enough to put Arbuckle in the discard for all time. The industry, we are told, will decide upon the outcome of the trial of Arbuckle, whether his pictures shall be produced and presented in future. The industry is taking much for granted. The public, — the whole nation, has already decided that issue and thumbs are DOWN. District Attorney Brady may have done his full duty in presenting the case to the jury at the first trial, but at the same time, people generally feel that he and his assist- organized society, and even without the tragedy connected with it, it was enough to put Arbuckle in the discard for all time. The industry, we are told, will decide upon the outcome of the trial of Arbuckle, whether his pictures shall be produced and presented in future. The industry is taking much for granted. The public, — the whole nation, has already decided that issue and thumbs are DOWN. District Attorney Brady may have done his full duty in presenting the case to the jury at the first trial, but at the same time, people generally feel that he and his assistants could have presented evidence that would have more nearly given the jurors a vision of what really happened in that hotel room when Arbuckle was alone in it with Virginia Rappe. His story of what took place was fishy, very fishy, — and if his story were true, he would have told it the day he was arrested and he would have been released. Arbuckle may get justice at the second trial, but we doubt it. We expect to see him released. Fortunately a mother never knows just what the neighbors think of her children. Theory may be all well enough in its way, but lawyers and physicians prefer practice. Give a man half a chance and he will tell of a grudge he has against some other man. A WELD THAT WILL HOLD CONNOR'S Welding and Brazing Works 152 Chestnut St. Phone 108-J KEEPING UP WITH THE JONES ALOYSIUS P. MCGINIS, WHY AINT YOU WEARING THAT RED NECKTIE AND THOSE PURPLE SOCKS I GAVE YOU FOR XMAS? NAHEIM DAILY HER Between Our selves By Della M. Stewart "I have noticed that people are just about as happy as they have made up their minds to be." So said Abraham Lincoln. Some different from us who are thinking; "If I only had this or that in my life, how happy I could be!" Which one has the right idea? Maybe it might do us good if we'd think about it for a while. Happiness isn't so far from us, or as difficult to attain as some of us think that it is. It's just waiting around the corner for us to catch up with it. It makes not a bit of difference to happiness whether we're out of work, have got to our last dollar, lost some of our best friends, or are of health. She's just as willing to walk with us as ever. All we have to do is catch up with her. She'll never force her company on any one who really wants to be miserable. One way to catch up is to look on the best side of what is. There are always a "best" side, you know. We may have all the troubles mentioned in the paragraph above, but things are never so bad that they might be worse. And a few minutes of reflection upon our acquaintances will show us that Happiness walks most, not with those whose path always lies in the sunshine and the easy ways, but with those who have learned to conquer troubles. There’s always so much left to enjoy, whatever goes. We can think of what's gone, or we can treasure that which is left. Happiness isn’t as hard to catch up with as some of us think. Have a Smile Oswald Garrison Villard, the New York radical, said the other night at Mister Bill Goodrum was rested for runnin his new baby carriage without no lites in the place for lites on it an Judge Howard he woodnt do nothin with him a bout it cause he likes Bill so he sed i aint got the hart to send you to jale Bill so I will send you over to Judge West on the spiffick charge of tryin to imitate a human bean wich is jess a miss d. meaner. Miss d. Meaner is the greek for not havin your tale lites lit up I guess. Mister Stork wus up to see Mister Goodrum a bout 2 weeks a go but he didnt stay long an he is goin sum wares else tomorrer. jim dash The cheef wus over to see his bruther for Christmuss an he got a neck tie an a new hankerchiff also from him an his wife but he left them over thre cause he wus in a herry to get back in the rane he sed. Mister Metcalf what makes apple ples is to the hed of the Masons billin now an he clecks our rent sted of Mister Henderson wich is gone to Long Beech to live ware Mister Merritt wich is the city clerk goes in the summer time to get a eye full. I gess he gets his eye full of water in the oshun on the beech. jim dash Mister Beard whats to the hed of the fome cumpney called up the cheef jeess now an sed he wanted him to say in the paper he aint gain to raize no rates cause its hard enuff to get what they are charging now so the cheef told me to make a note of that so I did. jim dash Mister Bill Wallop is to the hed of the Kiwanyuns now an Mister Messias which is the Pisckapull minister he rites the letters an gets the munney an Mister McCord up to the Anaheim nashnul he is the new trusty for the dissrick but he dont haff to do nothin take Mister Wallop’s place if he is sick with the flew or sum thin. — thirty — Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) REDDY FOX IS IMPUDENT REDY FOX is headstrong, and like most headstrong people is given to thinking that his way is best. He is smart, is Reddy Fox. Yes, indeed, Reddy is very, very smart. He has to be in order to live. But a great deal of what he knows Old Granny Fox found out about it—how, Reddy didn't know, but she did and she gave Reddy such a scolding as even her sharp tongue had seldom given him. “You're the stupidest fox I ever heard of.” scolded Granny. Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) Have a Smile Oswald Garrison Villard, the New York radical, said the other night at Cooper Union: "Our young men, chastened by the world war, have higher ideals than those of 1914. A notorious war profiteer was talking to a group of young men on a golf-club veranda. 'Look at me,' the profiteer said. 'Twenty years ago a poor boy, working like a dog, and today—' He chewed violently on his dollar cigar. 'Look at me!' he repeated. 'See what I've done for myself.' The young men looked around at him curiously and then one of them said: 'Your motive's good, of course, but doesn't your family object to your posing as a horrible example in this way?' "And so this is little Walter!" said the visitor. "Dear me, what a big boy you are now! I wouldn't have believed it possible!" "Mother." said Walter, when the visitor had gone, "doesn't it pass your comprehension how parents in whom one would naturally expect an ordinary degree of intelligence appear to believe that the children of their acquaintance will always remain infants, and persist in expressing surprise when they observe the perfectly natural increase in the stature?" Mrs. Newlyrich, who was sending her boy to a first-class public school in England, wrote to the headmaster stating that she was "very particular," and asking if any inquiry was made into the antecedents of the scholars. The head master replied: "Madam, if you pay the fees regularly and your boy behaves himself no inquiry will be made into his antecedents." Mrs. Smith was on her first ocean voyage. "What's that down there?" she Reddy Fox is headstrong, and like most headstrong people is given to thinking that his way is best. He is smart, is Reddy Fox. Yes, indeed, Reddy is very, very smart. He has to be in order to live. But a great deal of what he knows he learned from Old Granny Fox. She began teaching him when he was so little that he used to tumble over his own feet. It was Granny who taught him how to hunt, and how to fool Bowser the Hound, and that it is best Old Granny Fox found out about it—how, Reddy didn't know, but she did and she gave Reddy such a scolding as even her sharp tongue had seldom given him. "You're the stupidest fox I ever heard of," scolded Granny. "I'm no more stupid than you are!" snapped Reddy. "What's that?" demanded Granny. "What's that you said?" "I said I'm no more stupid than you are, and I hope I'm not so stupid." I know better than to take a nap in broad daylight right under the nose of Farmer Brown's boy. Reddy grinned in the most impudent way and he said this. Granny's eyes snapped. Then things happened. Reddy was cufted this way and cuffed that way until it seemed to him as if the air was full of black paws every one of which landed on his head or face with a sting that made him whimper and put his tail between his legs and finally to how! "There!" cried Granny, when she had to stop because she was quite out of breath. "Perhaps that will teach you to be respectful to your elders." I was careless and stupid, and I'm perfectly willing to admit it, because it taught me a lesson. I'll never be caught that way again. Wisdom is often gained through mistakes, but never when one is not willing to admit the mistake. No fox lives long who makes the same mistake twice and foxes who are impudent to their elders come to no good end. I've got a fat goose hidden away for supper but you'll get none of it. "I wish I'd never heard of Granny's mistake," whined Reddy to him self as he went supperless to bed. "You ought to wish that you hadn't been impudent," said a small voice down inside of him. Next Story—Mrs. Grouse Gets Into trouble. Snap Shots By Henry James Germany makes a knife worth cents. It is sold in this country for $5. Overhead expense must be some thing fierce. Some of the Bürch witnesses seen to be in the case only because of noodling acquaintance with the prism oner. Despite the pessimists, the prospects are that this country will have oil to burn for many years yet. she was "very particular," and asking if any inquiry was made into the antecedents of the scholars. The head master replied: "Madam, if you pay the fees regularly and your boy behaves himself no inquiry will be made into his antecedents." Mrs. Smith was on her first ocean voyage. "What's that down there?" she asked of the captain. "That's the steerage, madam," he replied. "Really! exclaimed the woman in surprise; 'and does it take all those people to make the boat go straight?' Jonah's experience was an instance of prophet and loss. —Ben Baxter, cement pipe, 266W. —Adv. Germany makes a knife worth $5. Overhead expense must be some thing fierce. Some of the Burch witnesses seem to be in the case only because of nodding acquaintance with the prince. Despite the pessimists, the prospects are that this country will have oil to burn for many a year yet. Men waging a rum war in Wisconsin couldn't possibly keep their power der dry. Some families found the cost of Christmas dinner reduced. Others found the dinner reduced. Of course the case of necessity you forgot to relieve Christmas will offer a New Year opportunity. An energetic pastor of Covina driving his flivver managed to break five traffic laws at the same time. He might take that for a text. WITH THE JONESES—Pa Is Willing to Oblige Clarice, But— GEE! WHAT'S TH' RUSH? YOU NEVER APPRECIATE ANYTHING I GIVE YOU FOR XMAS! YOU NEVER — ALL RIGHT WOMAN, STOP YOUR HOLLERIN! I'LL GO PUT EM RIGHT ON! WELL, HOW DO I LOOK, HUM? FINE! BUT WOOD OF CHICKEN IN JOYS? I WAIT YOU SMOKE Wednesday, December 28, 1921 HERALD SUPSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier $ .65 One Year by Mail $ .90 One Month by Mail $ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS DUMM AND DUMMER ON THE NAVAL AGREEMENT "The five-five-three has gone through," announced Senator Dumm, as he collared his old friend Representative Dummer. "The five-five-three?" interrogated Representative Dummer. "What is that—a railroad train or a football signal?" "I am speaking of the five-five-three naval ratio, explained Senator Dumm." The representatives of the United States, England and Japan at the disarmament conference have signed it." "Now that it has been signed, what does it mean?" asked Dummer. "I don't know exactly, but I'll explain it to you in detail," offered Senator Dumm. "In the first place, I assume you know what a ratio is." "Certainly," assured Representative Dummer. "Somebody wrote a poem about him." "Who-" demanded Senator Dumm. "This guy Ratio," returned Dummer. "I think the name of it was 'Ratio at the Bridge,' or sumpin' like that." "As stupid as ever!" exclaimed Senator Dumm, flicking the ashes from his stogle on to the vest of his colleague. "Ratio is not a guy and nobody ever wrote a poem about him even if he was. A ratio is a—er... well, it's a good deal like a... for instance, if I have two marbles and you have two, why, then, you see, we—er—er... well, anyhow, what it means is that the United States and England can have five warships each and Japan only three, or at least keep that proportion." "What are we gunter do with the ships we now have in stock?" asked Dummer. "Turn 'em over to David Wark" "That newest Japanese battleship." Oh, Japan is to be allowed to keep that. It was built by subscriptions from Japanese school children, and if Japan scrapped it she would have to give the kids their money back, so this country and England decided to let her keep it." And how about all them merchant ships the United States built during the world war? Most of 'em have sunk of their own free will already. You heard about the Minute-Men who did such great work during the war? Well these merchant ships were Minute-Boats." And wasn't there sumpin' in the agreement regarding disarmament of islands and coastlines?" asked Representative Dummy. There was" said Senator Dumm; "as the agreement now stands, the three nations are to put no more cannons on naval bases, but each nation can continue to put all the guns it wants to around soldiers' and sailors' monuments, in front of national bunks, and on the front-seats of all mail wagons." I have been reading your mann script, my dear lady," said a pompous publisher to an aspiring novice," and there is much in it. I think that it is very good. But there are some parts that are vigna. Now you should always write so that the most ignorant can understand." The youthful authoress wished to show herself ready to accept advice, and she replied: "On yes, I'm sure, but tell me what are the sorts that have given you trouble?" I'm sorry I can't let you have your check today," said the harassed secretary, soothingly. "It is waiting Fox found out about it—didn't know, but she did. Reddy such a scolding sharp tongue had seldom be stupidest fox I ever told than you are!" by? that?" demanded Granny. You said? No more stupid than you hope I'm not so stupid. I then to take a nap in that right under the nose Brown's boy." Reddy the most impudent way as lives snapped. Then things Reddy was cuffed this afflicted that way until it im as if the air was full everywhere one of which is head or face with a made him whimper and between his legs and wwl. Fried. Granny, when she because she was quite out Perhaps that will teach respectful to your elders! ass and stupid, and I'm willing to admit it, because a lesson. I'll never be away again. Wisdom is through mistakes, but one is not willing to ad-take. No fox lives long the same mistake twice, no are impudent to their to no good end. I've got hidden away for supper, none of it." I'd never heard of Gran-" whined Reddy to him-nut supperless to bed, to wish that you hadn't," said a small voice of him. Mrs. Grouse Gets Into The Walnut Cafe and Confectionery "ANAHEIM'S NEWEST CAFE" Open For Business With Everything To Eat and Drink. WE NEVER CLOSE Laine & Hardacre 185 W. Center St. OPTOMETRIST OPTOMETRIST Glasses Fitted Ten years a member of the North Dakota state board of examiners in optometry. 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