anaheim-gazette 1929-09-19

Anaheim, Calif., Sept. 19, 1929 SOULS FOR SALE by RUPERT HUGHES ILLUSTRATED BY DONALD RILEY First Instalment "Los Angeles!" the sneering preacher cried, as Jonah might have whinnied, "Nineveh!" and with equal scorn. The Spanish missionaries may have called it the City of Angels; but the moving pictures have changed its name to Los Diablos! For it is the central factory of Satan and his minions, the enemy of our homes, the corrupter of our young men and women—the school of crime. Unless it reforms—and soon!—surely, in God's good time, the ocean will rise and swallow it! Though he was two thousand miles or more away—the Reverend Doctor Steddon was so convinced by his own prophetic irre that he would hardly have been surprised to read in the Monday morning's paper that a benevolent earthquake had taken his hint and shrugged the new Babylon off into the Pacific ocean. Elwood had expected that the bad news would shock her. But he could not understand the look of ghastly terror she gave him. He forgot it in his own bitter brooding and did not observe the deathly white that blanched her pallor. Yet he had noted that she was paler of late and had added that worry to his backbreaking load of worries. She coughed incessantly, too, and kept putting her hand to her chest as if it hurt her there. On the way home under the wasted magic of the rising moon. Remember did not walk as usual between her father and mother with a hand on the arm of each. Tonight she kept at her mother's left elbow and clung so tight to the fat, warm arm that her mother whispered: "What's the matter, honey?" "Nothing, mamma," she faltered. "I'm just, a bit tired. I guess." saw her poor old father preach the funeral sermon. He had that valor of which leads them to risk life to defeat death; to endure lest the poorest soul go world without a formal care. Steddon clutched his old oak him and plunged into raining the air in long, slanting lines. Again and again Memmie the outrage of robbing her of their savings—their against old age. She weighed again to Dr. Bretherick as that he release her from not to tell the truth and herself. But he compelled her to she was too glad for a witch her own panic to resist necessary stimulant he prose somehow in that land of seeking she would find that she could repay her loan with usury, with wee Who knew? He spoke of many women begun poor and finished tearing "You might go into the instance, and make more Coal Oil Johnny." he said. Memmie imbibed mysterious doctor's office, and away buoyed up with the her tragedy was unimportance place, and sure to have a chance. But the moment she ran she entered a desmeane thing was solemn, where never heard, except pathetic clams more important in life in amusement. And at last quite unexpectedly, when she no apparent tension at all, into Mrs. Steddon's room quiet tone: But Dr. Steddon, if he could have seen the realm he oblurgated, would have confessed that the devil had a certain grace as a gardener and that his minions were a handsome, happy throng. As it was, Doctor Steddon had never seen Los Angeles and had never seen a moving picture. He knew that the world was going to wrack and ruin—as usual—and he laid the blame on the nearest novelty—as usual. His daughter had heard him lay the blame in previous years on other activities. She wished he wouldn't. But then she had not escaped blame herself, and she was in a mortal dread now of a vast cloud of obloquy lowering above her and ominous with lightning. Her father and mother had named her Remember—after one of the Mayflower girls—nearly three hundred years after. Her father often wished that she had been liker to those Puritan maidens. But that was because he did not know how like she was to them, how much they, too, had terrified their parents with their love of finery and romantic experiment. For it is only the styles, and not the souls, that change. There are chronicles enough to prove that the same quota of the Remembers and the Praise gods of Plymouth and the other colonies suffered the same bitter beatitudes and frantic bewilderments as Remember Steddon and Elwood Farnaby endured when their elbows touched in the choir loft of this mid-Western village. Miss Steddon felt a sudden tremor in Farnaby's elbow; then it was gone from hers; she saw his thumb nail whiten as it gripped the hymn book hard. Somehow the words he chanted seemed to stab him with a sense of guilt. He felt it a terrible thing for her to stand before that congregation and cry aloud words of ecstacy over her redemption from sin. Their secret, unknown and unconfessed, was concealed by the very clamor of its publication. And it troubled Farnaby mightily to be gaining all the advantage of a lie by singing the truth. When the choir was not singing Mem again was coughing violently and the rest of the way home Doctor Steddon was not a preacher anxious about his daughter's soul, but a father afraid of her life. The cough to her parents was an ominous problem. To her it might promise a solution. Next morning at her father's command Mem went to see Doctor Bretherick. She told him that her parents were afraid her cold was more than a cold, and she coughed for him. He asked her many questions, and she grew so confused and apt in blushes that he asked her more. Suddenly he flung her a startled look, gasped, and stared into her eyes as if he would ransack her mind. In the mere shifting of his eyelid muscles she could read amazement, incredulity, conviction anger, and finally pity. All he said was "My child!" There could be no solemner conference than theirs. Doctor Bretherick had attended Mem's mother when the girl was born. He thought of her still as a child, and now she dazed him and frightened him by her mystic knowledge and her fierce demands that he should help her out of her plight or help her out of the world. He refused to do either and demanded that she meet her fate with heroism. In the talk that followed Doctor Bretherick drew out the fact Elwood Farnaby was "the man" and suggested a plan for their marriage when the telephone rang. The doctor's welcoming "Hello!" broke through a many-wrinkled smile. It froze to a grimace. As Mem watched he kept saying: "Yes . Yes . Yes!" and finally, "That's right—bring him here." He sat down the telephone as if it were a drained cup of hemlock. "It wasn't Elwood?" Mem said. "No. Yes. Well—O God! what a bitter world this is!" Mem caught eagerly at grief. "Tell me! What's happened? What's happened to Elwood? He's hurt. He's killed." "Yes!" It was Dr. Bretherick who afterward found a solution. But the moment she ran she entered a desane v thing was solemn, where never heard, except pathe clams more important in life in amusement. And at l quite unexpectedly, when she no apparent tension at all, into Mrs. Steddon's room quiet tone: "Mamma, I want to tell thing. I'd rather break you deceive you any longer." "Why, honey! Why, Me on earth is it? You can tough old heart of mine. She whispered it so soft breath was hardly syllable "Mamma, I—I'm going have a baby." The shock of the news ether. Mrs Steddon whisper cowering: "You? You! My baby baby? Mem nodded and nodded were on the floor and her mother's lap Old hands cally about her cheeks. She drip of tears falling into her tear a separate Pearl frone pride. Then her mother fumbled dreadful question: "But who—who—" "Elwood!" Mrs. Steddon's decision she made no difficulty of ceils involved. Her hush protected in his illusions ed from the necessity of high moral principles on his Child must be protected merciless world and tha wrath of the village. (Continued Next V) THE COUNTRY H Frequently it is the editors of newspapers in tha to reproduce paragraphs hood gossip from the counth purpose of adding t the congested life by riddle do against the buccolic ser Once upon a time we ve like reprehensible city con again. Our country colleague better part. We re we read two paragraphs ern Tennessee crossroads they are: "The frosts are coming gathering in the cattle Smoky mountain." "There will be an Old in the valley tonight." We read them and ye our ears of the riveters ligten to an Old Harp slim The country editor ha part—Chicago Post. Somehow the words he chanted seemed to stab him with a sense of guilt. He felt it a terrible thing for her to stand before that congregation and cry aloud words of ecstacy over her redemption from sin. Their secret, unknown and unconfessed, was concealed by the very clamor of its publication. And it troubled Farnaby mightly to be gaining all the advantage of a lie by singing the truth. When the choir was not singing openly and aboveboard, it was usually busily whispering. Even Elwood Farnaby had to lean over tonight and whisper important news to Remember. He was not permitted to call at her house or to beau her home after the service. Singing beside her in the house of God—that was different. He told her now what he had just learned, that the factory where he was employed would close down the following week because of hard times. Elwood was to have been promoted to superintendent soon. To Remember Steddon the news that Elwood would have no job in a week and would know no place to look for one, had more than a commercial interest. It was the alarum of fate. She had loved Elwood since they were children—had loved him all the more for the squailor of his home. He was the son of the town's most eminent drunkard, old "Falldown Farnaby." Among the slipshod children of his family Elwood alone had managed to acquire ambition. He had latterly supported his mother and a pack of brothers and sisters. He had even been able to afford to go to the war and win the guerron of a wound that made him glorious in Remember Steddon's eyes and a little more lovable than ever. Her father, however, had been unable to tolerate the thought of his daughter's marrying the son of the town sot. Doctor Steddon felt that he was proving his love, his loving wisdom toward his daughter, by forbidding her even to meet young Farnaby outside the choir loft. He was sure that her love would wear out. He did not know his daughter. Who ever did? It was Dr. Bretherick who afterward found a solution. "Your cough will take a long time to cure or kill," he said. "But it may come in handy. I've got it all thought out. You can't stay in this town now I suppose. Most of the animals crawl away and hide at such a time; so suppose you just vanish. Let your cough carry you off—say, Arizona or California." She was startled at this undreamed of escape. He went on: "I'll tell the necessary lies. That's a large part of my practice. And practice makes perfect. You will go to some strange town—and pose as a widow." "You will marry an imaginary man out there and let him die quietly. Then if you ever want to come home here you can come back as Mrs. Somebody-or-other." He chose Woodville as the name. Mem was to write of Mr. Woodville's devotion, then to describe a hasty marriage and request that her letters thereafter be addressed to her as Mrs. Woodville. After a brief honeymoon she could eliminate Woodville in some way to be decided at leisure. It would be risky, he said, to let Mr. Woodville live too long. A hurricane struck the little town of Caverley on the day of Elwood's funeral. When Mem expressed a wish to sing with the choir at the service over their late fellow-singer, her mother cried, "A girl who's got to be shipped out West has got no right to go out in weather like this." So she stayed at home and stared through the steaming windows. She ed he kept saying: Yes. Yes!" and finally, "That's right—bring him here." He sat down the telephone as if it were a drained cup of hemlock. "It wasn't Elwood?" Mem said. "No. Yes. Well—O God! what a bitter world this is!" Mem caught eager at grief. "Tell me! What's happened? What's happened to Elwood? He's hurt. He's killed." "Yes!" It was Dr. Bretherick who afterward found a solution. "Your cough will take a long time to cure or kill," he said. "But it may come in handy. I've got it all thought out. You can't stay in this town now I suppose. Most of the animals crawl away and hide at such a time; so suppose you just vanish. Let your cough carry you off—say, Arizona or California." She was startled at this undreamed of escape. He went on: "I'll tell the necessary lies. That's a large part of my practice. And practice makes perfect. You will go to some strange town—and pose as a widow." "You will marry an imaginary man out there and let him die quietly. Then if you ever want to come home here you can come back as Mrs. Somebody-or-other." He chose Woodville as the name. Mem was to write of Mr. Woodville's devotion, then to describe a hasty marriage and request that her letters thereafter be addressed to her as Mrs. Woodville. After a brief honeymoon she could eliminate Woodville in some way to be decided at leisure. It would be risky, he said, to let Mr. Woodville live too long. A hurricane struck the little town of Caverley on the day of Elwood's funeral. When Mem expressed a wish to sing with the choir at the service over their late fellow-singer, her mother cried, "A girl who's got to be shipped out West has got no right to go out in weather like this." So she stayed at home and stared through the steaming windows. She ed he kept saying: Yes. Yes!" and finally, "That's right—bring him here." He sat down the telephone as if it were a drained cup of hemlock. "It wasn't Elwood?" Mem said. "No. Yes. Well—O God! what a bitter world this is!" Mem caught eager at grief. "Tell me! What's happened? What's happened to Elwood? He's hurt. He's killed." "Yes!" It was Dr. Bretherick who afterward found a solution. "Your cough will take a long time to cure or kill," he said. "But it may come in handy. I've got it all thought out. You can't stay in this town now I suppose. Most of the animals crawl away and hide at such a time; so suppose you just vanish. Let your cough carry you off—say, Arizona or California." She was startled at this undreamed of escape. He went on: "I'll tell the necessary lies. That's a large part of my practice. And practice makes perfect. You will go to some strange town—and pose as a widow." "You will marry an imaginary man out there and let him die quietly. Then if you ever want to come home here you can come back as Mrs. Somebody-or-other." He chose Woodville as the name.Mem was to write of Mr. Woodville's devotion, then to describe a hasty marriage and request that her letters thereafter be addressed to her as Mrs. Woodville. After a brief honeymoon she could eliminate Woodville in some way to be decided at leisure. It would be risky, he said, to let Mr. Woodville live too long. In spite of several scoots of huge circulation devotees of hanging curtains and rant jelly, the American destroyed.Wages are so low that know what to do when but average American doctor We are losing our teeth and most of us glasses.In short, we are in terrific there is no hope for us six miles a day, drink lots tween meals and take our hallitosis, saw her poor old father set out to preach the funeral sermon. He had that valor of the priests which leads them to risk death in order to defeat death; to endure all hardship lest the poorest soul go out of the world without a formal conge. Doctor Steddon clutched his old overcoat about him and plunged into rain that hatched the air in long, slanting lines. Again and again Mem revolted at the outrage of robbing her own parents of their savings—their one shield against old age. She went again and again to Dr. Bretherick and demanded that he release her from her promises not to tell the truth and not to kill herself. But she compelled her to his will, and she was too glad for a will to replace her own panic to resist him. For a necessary stimulant he prophesied that somehow in that land of gold she was seeking she would find such wealth that she could repay her parents their loan with usury, with wealth, perhaps. Who knew? He spoke of many women who had begun poor and finished rich. "You might go into the movies, for instance, and make more money than Coal Oil Johnny," he said. Mem imbled mysterious tonics at the doctor's office, and always came away buoyed up with the feeling that her tragedy was unimportant, commonplace, and sure to have a happy finish. But the moment she reached home she entered a demesne where everything was solemn, where jokes were never heard, except pathetic old witticlams more important in intention than in amusement. And at last, one day, quite unexpectedly, when she was under no apparent tension at all, the girl went into Mrs. Steddon's room and said in a quiet tone: Horse Show To Be Brilliant Event Spectacular Attractions Added To L. A. County Fair In final preparation to still further insure Los Angeles County Fair's enviable reputation as the greatest county fair in the nation, a whole program of new and spectacular attractions has been added, according to the announcement of Secretary Manager Jack Afflerbaugh. One of the special reasons for the added numbers is the fact that this year there will be presented on the closing Sunday night a great constellation of star attractions, forming one of the greatest out-of-door performances ever presented in the southland for a similar occasion. The famous band of gonchos or South American cowboys, now touring America, will be seen in their thrilling feats of horsemanship, said to be the finest in the world. The peerless five, a troupe of famous high trapezе artists, fresh from one big circuses, will be a girl enveloped in flames will make an 85-foot dive into a flame-covered tank. A riderless horse will race. Famous bands from all parts of the southland will be on hand. cautiful fireworks will be shown. Every available inch of space at the fair is taken and the flood of last minute entries bears out earlier predictions that the fair will break all records. Already the gorgeous decorative effects have attracted wide attention. The night horse show promises to be a more brilliant event even than was anticipated. Marco Hellman with his 20 wonderful stock horses will be there as will the notable collection from Carrion stables just back from Sacramento, where they walked away with a whole collection of firsts. The entry list is a veritable Who's Who in horsedom. Miss Coella H. DeMille, Miss Marcoretta Hellman, Ben R. Meyer are representative of the Los Angeles contingent. Aaron Frank of Portland will again be on hand as will Ben R. Meyer of Beverly Hills. Other entries include For executives, attorneys and engineers working under special improvement acts a course in banking and finance dealing with property valuation is announced. For secretaries, counter clerks, inspectors, policemen and-all those who work in contact with the general public, a course in public relations is provided. For members of highway commissions, highway engineers and interested citizens, a course in regional planning is offered. Most of the 26 classes, including accounting, mathematics, science, English and sociology, will meet at 5:40 p.m. in the Los Angeles city hall, beginning September -6th, a time and place convenient for the 25,000 city and county employees who wish additional education to fit them for advancement. The School of Citizenship and Public Administration offers part-time courses for those occupied during the day, as well as a full-time curricula on the Trojan campus leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Public Administration. Enrollments are taken in the Wilson building, First and Spring streets, Los Angeles Civic Center. Never turn up your nose at people. Remember the law of gravity. Mulcting th The most despair who strikes when this class is the fart takes the last door gives them nothing worthless diploma should include which are guilty Jobless men, want to find work and easily fall victim Runners, who may clies their hunting in with promises plea of a show tuition is collected promise of a job Distinction must between swindling the legitimate treasure placement agencies public need and re- to persons wishin find a job. But the organizations of trust thorough investing templating giving age and last dollar eliminate them thru recognize them fo Judging from thru governmental MEMIBLED MYSTERIOUS TONICS AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE, AND ALWAYS CANE AWAY BUYED UP WITH THE FEELING THAT HER TRAGEDY WAS UNIMPORTANT, COMMON-PLACE, AND SURE TO HAVE A HAPPY FINISH. BUT THE MOMENT SHE REACHED HOME SHE ENTERED A DEMESNE WHERE EVERYTHING WAS SOLEMN, WHERE JOKES WERE NEVER HEARD, EXCEPT PAThetic OLD WITTI-CLAMS MORE IMPORTANT IN INTENTION THAN IN AMUSEMENT. AND AT LAST, ONE DAY, QUITE UNEXPECTEDLY, WHEN SHE WAS UNDER NO APPARENT TENSION AT ALL, THE GIRL WENT INTO Mrs. Steddon's ROOM AND SAID IN A QUIET TONE: "Mamma, I want to tell you something. I'd rather break your heart than deceive you any longer." "Why, honey! Why, Mem dear, what on earth is it? You can't break this tough old heart of mine. What is it?" She whispered it so softly that her breath was hardly syllabled. "Mamma, I—I'm going to have—to have a baby." The shock of the news was its own ether. Mrs. Steddon whispered back, cowering: "You? You! My baby! You? A baby? Mem nodded and nodded till her knees were on the floor and her brow in her mother's lap Old hands came gropingly about her checks. She felt the drip, drip of tears falling into her hair, each tear a separate pearl from a crown of pride. Then her mother fumbled at the dreadful question: "But who—who—" "Elwood!" Mrs. Steddon's decision was easy, and she made no difficulty of the gross deceits involved. Her husband must be protected in his illusions and protected from the necessity of wreaking his high moral principles on his own child. His child must be protected from the merciless world and the immediate wrath of the village. (Continued Next Week.) THE COUNTRY EDITOR Frequently it is the pastime of the editors of newspapers in the great cities to reproduce paragraphs of neighborhood gossip from the country press for the purpose of adding to the joy of the congested life by ridicule's innuendo against the bucolic sense of news. Once upon a time we were guilty of like reprehensible city conduct. Never again. Our country colleague has much the better part. We reformed when we read two paragraphs from an eastern Tennessee crossroads journal. Here they are: "The frosts are coming and they are gathering in the cattle from the Old Smoky mountain." "There will be an Old Harp singing in the valley tonight." We read them and yearned to ease our ears of the riveters' racket and to listen to an Old Harp singing. The country editor has the better part—Chicago Post. A LITTLE PESSIMISM The night horse show promises to be a more brilliant event even than was anticipated. Marco Hellman with his 20 wonderful stock horses will be there as will the notable collection from Carrion stables just back from Sacramento, where they walked away with a whole collection of firsts. The entry list is a veritable Who's Who in horse-dom. Miss Cecilla H. DeMille, Miss Marcoretta Hellman, Ben R. Meyer are representative of the Los Angeles contingent. Aaron Frank of Portland will again be on hand as will Ben R. Meyer of Beverly Hills. Other entries include the names of John Hubley, Mason City, Iowa; H. C. Muddux, Sacramento, and two hundred others. On Saturday, September 21 rabbit breeders from all parts of California will gather for a big meeting and program. Government experts and government exhibits will be on hand. Several hundred are expected. Race horse entries insure a great matinee program each day. Thousands of seats have already been reserved for the horse show and races. CIVIC TRAINING Special college courses for water, power, and police department training are announced by the University of Southern California to be given in the School of Citizenship and Public Administration in the Los Angeles Civic Center this fall. For draftsmen, junior engineers and surveyors, courses dealing with surveying and highways are announced. A MAN wakes up in the morning after sleeping blanket, on an advertised mattress, and pull jamas; takes a bath in an advertised tub, shaves with washes with advertised soap, powders his face with dons advertised underwear, hose, shirt, collar, shoes, suits down to a breakfast of advertised cereal, drinks... A LITTLE PESSIMISM There is no doubt about it, the country is all wrong. One has but to read to find that out. Only about 30 per cent of the eligible voters vote. Writers of history text books are teaching our youth that Belleau Wood was a battle, whereas the official records class it as a local engagement. Eight million of our pianos are out of tune and are ruining our musical taste. Our medical education is all wrong, and so is all the rest of our education. Exposure of the human form, due to slavish subservience to style, is undermining our health, although it is saving many of us from pneumonia and tuberculosis. Three-quarters of us do not brush our teeth. We have no great native music, and our theatres are all wrong. In are we are several thousand years behind the Hottentots. We are speed-mad, and devote far too much time to pleasure. A New York gentleman complains that when our athletes enter an international contest their sole aim is to win. In spite of several score magazines of huge circulation devoted to the art of hanging curtains and making currant jelly, the American home is being destroyed. Wages are so high that we don't know what to do with our money, but the average American can't afford a doctor. We are losing our hair and our teeth and most of us have to wear glasses. In short, we are in terrible shape, and there is no hope for us unless we walk six miles a day, drink lots of water between meals and take something for our halitosis. A MAN wakes up in the morning after sleeping in blanket, on an advertised mattress, and pulls jamas; takes a bath in an advertised tub, shaves with washes with advertised soap, powders his face with dons advertised underwear, hose, shirt, collar, shoes, suits down to a breakfast of advertised cereal, drinks coffee; puts on an advertised hat; lights an advertised office in an advertised automobile, on advertised tires in advertised institutions—then he refuses to advertise grounds that advertising does not pay! If your business isn't good enough, we make it Better The Anaheim Galleria ESTABLISHED 1870 FOR NEARLY SIXTY YEARS HAS HELPED ANAHEIM MERCHANTS TOWARD Mulcting the Unemployed The most despicable enemy is the one who strikes when a man is down. In this class is the fake trade school which takes the last dollar of the jobless and gives them nothing in return except a worthless diploma. The indictment should include employment agencies which are guilty of similar practices. Jobless men, who in their eagerness to find work are unusually gullible, easily fall victim to those swindles. Runners, who make employment agencies their hunting grounds, lure them in with promises of good jobs on completion of a short, easy course, a fat tuition is collected in advance and the promise of a job is forgotten. Distinction must, of course, be made between swindling organizations and the legitimate trade schools and employment agencies. The latter fill a public need and render valuable service to persons wishing to learn a trade or find a job. But there are sufficient fake organizations of this kind to justify a thorough investigation by those contemplating giving them their patronage and last dollar. To effectively eliminate them the unemployed should recognize them for what they are. Judging from the elaborate and costly governmental machines set up for the protection of the people and their money and the unending series of confidence games and other swindles which come to light, every American with a dollar in his pocket must be a prospect and there must be a swindler for every prospect. 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Santa Fe Ticket Office and Travel Bureau C. A. WALKER, Agent Anaheim, California Phone 217 Comfort Speed morning after sleeping under an advertised mattress, and pulls off advertised partised tub, shaves with an advertised razor, powders his face with advertised powder; e, shirt, collar, shoes, suit and handkerchief; advertised cereal, drinks a cup of advertised hat; lights an advertised cigar; rides to his mobile, on advertised tires; deposits his money in he refuses to advertise his business on the not pay! good enough, we can help you make it Better Sheim Gazette BUBLISHED 1870 HEIM MERCHANTS TO INCREASE THEIR VOLUME OF BUSINESS