anaheim-daily-herald 1921-12-30

HERALD EDITORIALS TURN FLOODS TO USE. The cry for water conservation is becoming general throughout southern California. It is being heard from city and country alike. Nearly everyone, if not all, realize the folly of allowing water to run riot over fertile fields and running waste, without effort at conservation. The following editorial in the Long Beach Press was submitted by D. Eyman Huff of Orange, former president of the associated chambers of commerce of Orange county. "Water, controlled and directed, is a highly useful servant of man. But permitted to run riot in flood, it becomes a cruel merciless master. Hundreds of lives have been lost and property damage has run into the hundreds of millions—if not into the billions—of dollars from floods in the United States within the last quarter of a century. These losses will continue and become more appalling as the regions near great rivers become more thickly settled, unless scientific control of floods is instituted. Intelligence and common sense of the people are being focused upon this big problem. Does it pay, thoughtful persons are reasoning—does it pay to submit supinely to these frequent recurring floods? "It does not," Common Sense answers. It would be the most judicious economy and the wisest of investments to outlay millions here in California, for example to control floods. For the benefits would be immediate and manifold. There would be no more loss of life from floods, if control systems were installed; there would not be sickening loss of property; there would not be economic loss from industrial activities paralyzed for days at a time; there would not be waste of water—the run-off which is vitally needed to augment the state's reserve supply of water. Between O By Della M. Of course there's being cross and forth can any one compel wise. We can all do We can scowl and snap and find fa We may even get a self-satisfaction for th so doing. But what does it A sort of unwilling because of love, but to escape more unple we may get from other illness never begets lion or respect. It w to. It doesn't even bu ourselves. Nor does sinned self-respect, if surface livers. If we not much hope for us There's no law ag selfish and grassing no law against always own comfort first. I alone. We can be just as we please. And so there's no statute either. We may be knowledge begins and own convictions and will. Surely. We ca and umbelieving andcerning the conviction of our friends and a want to. There are so many qualities that we may wish. But their value when compared with That being so, what tivating them? these frequent recurring floods? "It does not," Common Sense answers. It would be the most judicious economy and the wisest of investments to outlay millions here in California, for example to control floods. For the benefits would be immediate and manifold. There would be no more loss of life from floods, if control systems were installed; there would not be sickening loss of property; there would not be economic loss from industrial activities paralyzed for days at a time; there would not be waste of water—the run-off which is vitally needed to augment the state's reserve supply of water. But there would be water stored for irrigation on an immense scale. There would be power development of huge proportions. There would be impetus to agriculture, horticulture, manufacturing, and mining. Flood-control would be worth literally millions upon millions of dollars to California annually. THE AVERAGE MOB At Key West, Fla., recently a mob of masked men set upon and beat the proprietor of a coffee house. The nature of his offense was not stated. Possibly he had been serving his patrons poor coffee. Acting upon the natural impulses stirred by such an experience, the man resisted. He shot and killed one of his assailants. Later he was taken from jail, hanged, and his "body riddled by bullets." This was the average mob. As a matter of fact a person attacked by a masked mob must be regarded as fully justifiable in killing as many of them as possible. Men whose activities are of such character as to necessitate masks are not engaged in a respectable business at the moment. They are not good citizens. They are lawbreakers. They are doing nothing in promotion of justice, but they are breaking down statutory rules for the conduct of society. Only a few days ago there was an effort to put through congress a bill for suppression of lynching. That is, the reign of the mob was to be hedged about with restrictions and prospective penalties as greatly to discourage mob rule. The measure was opposed and delayed. Its opponents are in hope that it has been killed. It happened that the opponents were from the south. Perhaps some of them came from the region adjacent to Key West. MISDIRECTED LETTERS Every city postoffice handles during the year thousands of letters illegibly addressed. This is apart from the number misdirected. The writing is so bad that often it cannot be deciphered. This is an interesting circumstance when considered in connection with a current phase of education. An instructor of youth recently told an assemblage of teachers that there no longer was necessity for accuracy in hand-writing. His idea seemed to be that anything worth these frequent recurring floods? "It does not," Common Sense answers. It would be the most judicious economy and the wisest of investments to outlay millions here in California, for example to control floods. For the benefits would be immediate and manifold. There would be no more loss of life from floods, if control systems were installed; there would not be sickening loss of property; there would not be economic loss from industrial activities paralyzed for days at a time; there would not be waste of water—the run-off which is vitally needed to augment the state's reserve supply of water. But there would be water stored for irrigation on an immense scale. There would be power development of huge proportions. There would be impetus to agriculture, horticulture, manufacturing, and mining. Flood-control would be worth literally millions upon millions of dollars to California annually. Oh, Richard, how day," cried Mrs. Dove her husband a smack looked steadily into What he saw was love—love and admire else. "And I have the sniff too," went on Mrs. stealing another gland Mr. Dove started stopped. "And the lovings also," finished Mrs. Nothing more she coughed Sadly Riehard Dove wife. "What is it, Nazimo? I need a new dress cooed." I just saw t in Swindel's yesterday. "I'm sorry, Navim Dove," but I can't afford dress. If it was a might—" "Oh dear!" sighed Well, then, I will hied with a hat!" she down to hide the light in her eyes. As she went upstairs to put little Willie to softly to herself. "That was a great thought." I only want way. I'll have to tell it on her Horatio." Secretary Hoover said "One difference between America is that over to keep you in your place — stationary, you know, while here we like to see a man rise." "The European idea is pretty well illustrated by the remarks of Muggins. Muggins on his pub one Saturday night wife: MISDIRECTED LETTERS Every city postoffice handles during the year thousands of letters illegibly addressed. This is apart from the number misdirected. The writing is so bad that often it cannot be deciphered. This is an interesting circumstance when considered in connection with a current phase of education. An instructor of youth recently told an assemblage of teachers that there no longer was necessity for accuracy in handwriting. His idea seemed to be that anything worth writing nowadays would be written on a typewriter. This paper took exception to his view at the time. With thousands of letters in every city postoffice attesting how very wrong the view was, it takes occasion to emphasize its former exception. All handwriting should be distinct. When it fails to be so, the indication is of carelessness or lack of culture. One has no more right to thrust an unkempt and illegible letter under the eyes of another than to be guilty of any other rude and needless trick. Ability to write a fairly decent hand is essential to education. It also is a mark of good breeding. The Angelus Hotel Fourth and Spring Sts Los Angeles European Plan "Just around the corner from everything" In the heart of the Los Angeles business and shopping district and convenient to the theatres and Interurban Station. Reasonable Rates. The Angeles Cafe is one of the most desirable places to dine in Los Angeles. H. J. TREMAIN, President. A. J. ARROLL, Manager. PIANO BESS L. BENNETT 114 So Philadelphia St. Phone 131J Wednesday—Friday—Saturday Interviews By Appointment. KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESEES I GOTTA BE GOIN' BOYS! THE OL' LADY WILL RAISE CAIN! YOU'RE OUT! 18 WHY DON'T YOU STAY AN TRY TO RECOUP? YEH, STICK AROUND AHEIM DAILY HERALD Between Ourselves By Della M. Stewart Of course there's no law against being cross and forbidding. Neither can any one compel us to be otherwise. We can all do so if we desire. We can scowl and frown and bark and snap and find fault continually. We may even get a certain strange self-satisfaction for the minute out of so doing. But what does it really bring us? A sort of unwilling consideration, not because of love, but because of desire to escape more unpleasantness. This we may get from others. But grouchiness never begets love, or admiration, or respect. It was never known to. It doesn't even bring happiness to ourselves. Nor does it tend to continue self-respect, if we're more than surface livers. If we're not, there's not much hope for us. There's no law against our being selfish and grazing either. There's no law against always thinking of our own comfort first. Not a smitch of at-one. We can just as self-bound as we please. And some of us are. There’s no statute against conceit either. We may believe that all knowledge begins and ends with our own convictions and opinions if we will. Surely. We can wax sarcastic and unbelieving and intolerent concerning the convictions and opinions of our friends and associates if we want to. There are so many questionable qualities that we may cultivate—if we wish. But their value isn't much when compared with their cost. Is it? That being so, what's the use of cultivating them? George OUR BOY REPORTER Fare an warmer agen. Satiddy nite its new yeers an wissles an horns an evrythink to make a poise with. I gess evrybuddy is goin to stay up for it an then when its all over they will go to bed an go home. Jim dash I ast Mister Sebastian jess now did he no enny news what runs the store up next to the 10 sent store an he sed nothin much George only am glad Mister Jupiter Pluvius is gone a way for a while. I gess Mister Pluvius is a spishuss-burglar or sum-thin. Jim dash Mister Lumsdon ast me wood I tell evrybuddy he's got Mister John Updyke back agen runnin thre nashhe shop an fixin up your cars wich is busted an evrythink, Mister Updyke nose evrythink whats the matter with your car only he sed Maxwells an Chalmers they dont get nothin much the matter with them for a bout 10 or 12 years. Jim dash Mister Fulconer what used to run the Motor transut stages here what sold out an went to work for a livin wus up to Riverside for Christmuss with relashuns an Mrs Falconer she went also an her Mother an Leonard; Cole wich is her bruther wich was sick as the dickens last summer but he’s all rite now sept bein busted from bein sick so long. Jim dash Inez Elliott is got a new baby wich is a boy. She’s marrid now an her new name is Mrs Victor Loly. Jim dash Sylvia May Dumas got to Oklahoma she sed on a wun sent post card Miss Carry got. Jim dash Victor Schmelzer is home from studdy in edgacashun for the holler-days. Him an his parnts lives rite up near our place next to the church. Jim dash Mister Bill Goodrum sed he’s got to sell a bout 10 new Bulcks now to pay for the baby. Babies costs more now so that’s why they aint so menny babies I gess. Mister Kuchel what works for us sed they are two menny automobiles an not enuff baby car-ridges on the streets. Jim dash After new yeers wich is Mundy they afnt no more hollerdays nept Washington's berthday wich was the first father in this country wich didn’t have no childern. — thirty — Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) knowledge begins and ends with our own convictions and opinions if we will. Surely. We can wax sarcastic and unbelieving and intolerent concerning the convictions and opinions of our friends and associates if we want to. There are so many questionable qualities that we may cultivate—if we wish. But their value isn't much when compared with their cost. Is it? That being so, what's the use of cultivating them? Have a Smile "Oh, Richard, how fine you look today," cried Mrs. Dove before she gave her husband a smacking kiss on his left cheek. "I do believe I have the best looking husband in Mud-town!" And she gave him a resounding kiss on the other cheek. Richard Dove looked steadily into his wife's eyes. What he saw was admiration and love—and admiration, nothing else. "And I have the smartest husband, too," went on Mrs. Dove proudly, stealing another glance at him. Mr. Dove started to speak, but stopped. "And the lovingsest and kindest also," finished Mrs. Dove. There was nothing more she could add. Sadly Richard Dove looked at his wife. "What is it, Nazimova?" "I need a new dress, Dickie," she cooed. "I just saw that lovelist one in Swindel's yesterday for—" "I'm sorry, Navimova," said Mr. Dove, "but I can't afford to buy a new dress. If it was a hat, now, I might—" "Oh, dear!" sighed Mrs. Dove. "Well, then, I will have to be satisfied with a hat!" she said, looking down to hide the light of satisfaction in her eyes. As she went upstairs that evening to put little Willie to bed she laughed softly to herself. "That was a great idea," she thought. "I only wanted a hat, anyway. I'll have to tell Mrs. Love to use it on her Horatio." Secretary Hoover said at a banquet, "One difference between Europe and America is that over there they like to keep you in your place — stationary, you know, while here we like to see a man rise." "The European idea is pretty well illustrated by the remarks of Muggins. Muggins on his return from the pub one Saturday night said to his wife: "I believe in manly pride and rea- Jim dash Mister Falconer what used to run the Motor transit stages here what sold out an went to work for a livin was up to Riverside for Christmuss with relashuns an Mrs Falconer she went also an her Mother an Leonard Jim dash After new yeers wich is Mundy they afnt no more holderdays nept Washington's berthday wich was the first fother in this country wich didnt have no childern. —— thirty —— Little Stories for Bedtime By THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright by J. G. Lloyd) MRS. GROUSE WAKES UP HARDER and harder had frozen the crust over the snow in the Green Forest and on the Green Meadows, which were white now instead of green. But Mrs. Grouse, snug and warm in her bed on the ground under the snow, knew nothing of this. No, Mrs. Grouse knew nothing about the crust growing harder and harder and thicker and thicker. You see, there had been no crust, nothing but soft snow, when she went to bed, and the only worry on her mind when she fell asleep had been whether or not she would be able to find enough to eat the next day, for food was scarce. Now, when Mrs. Grouse waked that beautiful morning the first thing she thought of was how thankful she was that no harm had come to her in the night and that she hadn't been obliged to fly for her life, as sometimes had happened when Granny or Reddy Fox had come along. And the next thing Mrs. Grouse thought of was something to eat. "I expect I shall have to go up to the Old Orchard for some apple buds, because other food is so scarce, and the sooner I go the better, for the less likely is Farmer Brown's boy to see me," said she to herself. So, just as she was in the habit of doing every morning after spending a night under the snow, she sprang upward, spreading her stout wings and expecting to make the snow fly in a cloud. But she didn't. No, sir, she didn't make the snow fly at all. Instead, she bumped her head. That’s what she did—bumped her head. It surprised her so that for a minute or two she just lay still and gasped. Then a great fright filled her heart. What if she couldn't get out? The very thought frightened her still more, and she beat her stout wings harder than ever. But it was of no use, no use at all. She couldn't break through that hard, thick crust, and she only tired herself out and bruised herself for nothing. Mrs. Grouse was held a prisoner by the very snow that had so often protected her and kept her safe from all harm. Next Story: Mrs. Grouse Grows Hungry. Snap Shots By Henry James Sometimes the passenger jammed into a street car marvels that the carrier concern is losing money. Debs does not seem quite assured that his state of mind will permit him to stay outside long. Perhaps the long storm was sent to test human honesty in relation to the other fellow's umbrella. A man under arrest as a mail thief asserts that he never took a drink. That's all the text I've included. Secretry Hoover said at a banquet, "One difference between Europe and America is that over there they like to keep you in your place — stationary, you know, while here we like to see a man rise. "The European idea is pretty well illustrated by the remarks of Muggins. Muggins on his return from the pub one Saturday night said to his wife: "I believe in manly pride and reasonable ambition, but when Sergeant Todd with his cork leg takes to carry-in' a cane besides, it looks to me as if he was tryin' to climb out of the station what Divine Providence put him into." A crowded tube compartment in London. For two minutes a burly man had been swaying backward and forward on his strap, treading first on one and then on the other foot of a mild little man who was sitting down. "My friend," observed the mild man at last. "you are not too light on the feet." "Ain't I?" retorted the staphanger. "Well, I don't look exactly like a Pavlowa, do I?" When jolly, round, red Mr. Sun climbed out of bed the next morning and began to climb up in the blue, blue sky he looked down on a very beautiful world. He couldn't remember ever having seen it more beautiful. No, sir, he couldn't. You see, when he went to bed the night before it had been snowing. Then the snow had turned to rain, and after that along had come Jack Frost and frozen it as fast as it fell. Then in the night the clouds had disappeared and now Mr. Sun looked down on such a beautiful, beautiful world. Every teeniestweenest twig of every tree and bush was covered with ice, until it looked as if it were made of glass. Yes, sir, the trees of the Green Forest and the Old Orchard and all the other trees looked as if they were glass trees. They winked and twinkled and sparkled and flashed and shone whenever Mr. Sun's beams touched them, and showed the most beautiful colors. And the snow on the ground was covered with an icy crust that glistened and flashed almost as much as did the trees, and that was so hard and strong that Farmer Brown's boy could slide on it without breaking through. Sometimes the passenger jammed into a street car marvels that the carrier concern is losing money. Debs does not seem quite assured that his state of mind will permit him to stay outside long. Perhaps the long storm was sent to test human honesty in relation to the other fellow's umbrella. A man under arrest as a mail thief asserts that he never took a drink. That's no alibi. When a man tried to rob a Denver woman she knocked him to kingdom come with a baseball bat. But not every lady keeps a bat handy. The army captain found to have two wives can discern nothing in his book of tactics suggesting a safe retreat. One of the murderers of Los Angeles policemen shot himself rather than permit the pursuing posse to shoot him. Mean to the last. Rain destroyed the artichoke cron. There are lots of people who never will know the difference. H THE JONESES—Can You Imagine Pa's Feelings? I'M IN FOR A GOOD BAWLIN' OUT' WAIT'LL I TELL HER I LOST EIGHTEEN BUCKS! SHE'LL HAVE A FIT! BOO-HOO-000-0 IT'S TERRIBLE! I'M THROUGH, ONCE AND FOR ALL, I AM THROUGH! NOW LIKE REASON YA CLA WHAT'S GOOD OR CRYIN Friday, December 30, 1921 HERALD SUPSCRIPTION RATES One Month by Carrier...$ .65 One Year by Mall...$4.00 One Month by Mall...$ .40 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, California, as second-class matter. THE ONCE OVER By H. I. PHILLIPS Congressmen Dumm and Dummer Look into the Ford Energy Plan. "Well," said Senator Dumm, "what do you think of this plan of Henry Ford and Thomas Edison to substitute energy for gold?" "I don't believe in substituting energy for anything whatsoever," replied Representative Dummer. "We are getting along with our energy right where it is, and I think we should leave it lay." "Do you quite comprehend the idea, anyhow?" asked Senator Dumm. "No, Do you?" "Certainly. Now let me see if I can make it clear to you. Have you a dollar?" "Just about." "Have you any energy?" "I have enough energy to keep you from getting the dollar, if that is your idea," shot back Representative Dummer. "Just let me explain," continued Senator Dumm. "The money standard in the United States of America today is gold. Now, there are various units of value. A unit is a medium of measurement or something of the sort. For instance, a cent is a unit of a dime, a dime is a unit of a dollar, and so forth. Now, the Ford idea is to make all these things a unit of energy. Do you get the idea?" "You mean that a man instead of being paid off at the end of the working week with gold would be paid of with units of energy?" "Figuratively speaking." "Well, where is Ford to get all this energy that he intends to have take the place of gold?" asked Representative Dumm. "The plan is to harness these nitrates." "How can you harness a nitrate if you can't even see it?" demanded Representative Dummer. "Ah," replied Senator Dumm. "That's where the ENERGY comes in." "Well, if you are energetic enough to harness a nitrate what do you do with it after you have thrown the harness over its neck?" asked Representative Dummer. "You lead it up to Henry Ford by the bridle and turn it over to him." "And what does Henry do with it?" "He takes each nitrate, dips it into a vat of black enamel, puts four wheels and a set of fenders on it, and sells it for $350." "I see," confessed Representative Dummy. "That gives Ford the mussels, the shoals, the nitrates, the latest thing in roadsters, and most of the world's supply of gold. You and I get the energy if we are lucky." A man passed through a country village pushing a wheelbarrow full of sand. This sand he was selling at a nickel a bag, telling people that it was sure fly killer. Purchasing a bag, a stout old dame asked him how it should be used. "First catch a fly," exclaimed the vendor, "then tickle it under its chin with a straw, and when it opens its mouth throw a handful of this famous fly poison down its throat and the result will be that the fly instantly chokes and dies." What," exclaimed the old lady, "while I was doing that I could have squashed it under my foot six times." Grouse waked that the first thing she saw thankful she was come to her in the life, as sometimes Granny or Reddy dog. And the next thought of was have to go up to some apple buds, is so scarce, and better, for the less brown's boy to see herself. Was in the habit of going after spending snow, she sprang her stout wings make the snow fly she didn't. No, sir, the snow fly at all, and her head. That's wrapped her head. It sat for a minute and gasped. Then did her heart. What out? The very her still more, and wings harder than of no use, no use it break through must, and she only and bruised herself Grouse was held a very snow that had her and kept her passenger jammed marvels that the losing money. Storm was sent resty in relation to umbrella. Rest as a mail thief ever took a drink. Now, there are various units of value. A unit is a medium of measurement or something of the sort. For instance, a cent is a unit of a dime, a dime is a unit of a dollar, and so forth. Now, the Ford idea is to make all these things a unit of energy. Do you get the idea? "You mean that a man instead of being paid off at the end of the working week with gold would be paid of with units of energy?" "Figuratively speaking." "Well, where is Ford to get all this energy that he intends to have take the place of gold?" asked Representative Dummer. "Mussel Shoals," replied Senator Dumm. "You have heard of the Mussel Shoals, haven't you?" "The body of Zhyszko the wrestler is covered with them," returned Representative Dummer. "Don't be so stupid. The mussle I am referring to is a sort of fish. The Mussel Shoals are situated off the southern coast of the United States, and great herds of mussels live there. Ford wants to get control of them." "The mussels or the shoals" asked Representative Dummer. "Both," replied Senator Dumm. "As the world's greatest tin magnet, I suppose he is going into the mussel canning business," suggested Rep. Dummer. "Not at all," replied Senator Dumm. "Do you mean to tell me you don't know what Ford want Mussel Shoals for?" "Well, maybe he is going to open a shore dinner resort or sumpin of the kind." "I've a good mind to flatten you were you stand and plead justifiable murder to your constituents," said Senator Dumm, showing some indignation. "As I have been trying to explain for the last hour, a nitrate is an atom of power. Each nitrate is so small we cannot see it with the naked eye. Yet the air is full of 'em. The plan is to harness them." "Naked eyes?" asked Representative Dummy. "No, nitrates" returned Dumm. CITRUS MARKETS NEW YORK, Dec. 30.—Nineteen cars of oranges and three cars of lemons sold. Navel market is lower on fancy 170s, and larger; unchanged on 200s and smaller; choice grades higher. Snowing. BOSTON, Dec. 30.—Six cars of navels and two cars of lemons sold. Market is unchanged on oranges and lemons. PHILADELPHIA, Dec. 30.—Two cars of navels and two cars of lemons sold. Market is strong and higher on navels. Lemon market is lower. PITTSBURG, Dec. 30.—Three cars of navels and one car of lemons sold. Market is fairly steady on both oranges and lemons. HOLIDAY HOURS HOURS The Drug Stores of Anaheim will be open on Sunday, January 1st from 8 a.m. to 12 noon and on Monday, January 2d from 8 a.m. to 12 noon and from 6 p.m. till 8 p.m. —By POP MOMAND. NOW LISTEN TO REASON WILL YA CLARICE? WHAT'S TH' GOOD OF CRYIN'? BOO-HOO-HOO-O-O-O-I'll NEVER PLAY BRIDGE AGAIN AT MRS. JONES'S.I LOST 46 THIS AFTERNOON!