anaheim-gazette 1929-11-14

NINTH INSTALMENT What Happened Before Remember Steddon comes West to avoid revealing the result of an unfortunate love affair to her father. The Rev. Dr. Steddon, a clergyman of kind heart but narrow mind who attributes much of the evil of the world to the "movies" and constantly invigils against them. Mem, her lover Elwood Farnaby having died in an accident, at the advice of Dr. Bretherick, gives her bad cough as an excuse to get to Arizona and from there writes home that she has met and married "Mr. Woodville," a wholly imaginary person. Later she writes again to say that her "husband" has died in the desert. She takes a job as a domestic to avoid being a burden on her parents. A fall prevents her becoming a mother. In Arizona she had met Tom Holby, a leading man in a motion picture company, and through him gets the opportunity to play a part in a desert drama. With the company is Robina Teele, a Star, friend of Holby and Leva Lemaire, an extra woman. After her accident, Mem becomes friendly with Mrs. Dack, a poor woman of Palm Springs, Arizona, and takes an interest in her bright little son, Terry Dack, who has a great gift of mimicry. Inspired by a letter from Leva, Mem plans to go to Los Angeles to take a job in a film laboratory. She gets a job in a film laboratory, but loses it. She meets a Mrs. Sturgs from her home town, who talks of the evils of the movies and says the stars are forced to sell their souls. Mem then learns her mother is coming to visit her. Mem is worried about her finances. She sees a casting director, Arthur Tirrey, and abruptly offers herself to him in return for a job in the movies. He tells her the talk about "paying the price," is all rot. Meanwhile one’s virtues, is to be unloved and unlovable. So many a man will gamble, break a law, risk his career, his health, his life, get drunk, steal, slay, and play the fool rather than face the reproach that he is a monycoddle, a Puritan, a prig, a Miss Nancy, a coward, a Pharisee. And many a woman who would not yield for love or luxury must have consented for fear of seeming to be overproud, stingy, cold, prudish, disobeying, superhuman, subnormal, unsportsmanlike. Mem had been swept beyond the mooring by a summer storm of devotion of young Farnaby, her first love. Now she was to feel her anchors cut adrift by the gracious gesture of good fellowship with a colleague. The Ocean Drive stretched along a forest of palms like huge coconut dark against the gaudy west. The automobiles of every make were so many that they were almost one long automobile, or at least a chain on which they slid as black beads. Their lights were coming out now like early stars pricking a twilight sky. For miles and miles the highway mounted and writhed along the steepes of preclipses hugging the rocks to let pass car after car with lamps flashing in front of blurred passengers. In almost every "bay" where there was a bit of space a motor had stopped and drawn close to the cliffside in the dark, each car a wheeled solitude, a love boat at anchor in a stream of cars ignoring and ignored. There was a strange influence in this recurrent mystery. Everywhere lovers were hiding themselves in conspicuous concealment. Mem felt disgust at the first dozen, amusement or contempt for the next fifty tolerance for the next—and Claymore did not speak of anything else. He was too busy twirlthough not to all. But marry her and she did not cry him. She did not want body just now. She was in a free country. She was not free; hot witchery of this night; vast yearning of this month; She was not free or desire; the hunger to be kissed and whispered to keep warm in the cold world. Her thoughts spun mind, all entangled with romantic threads. She pretty and time was very graces. Some one. While she debated doubtless innumerable plights, Claymore’s own chaos of equally ancient man’s philosophy. At length he found the cruelty to slip his arm and walk to draw her cuffed to find that she hardie. He took her hands in her ed., “Your poor little hand.” Then he kissed them that he lifted at once to them warm and strangely against his mouth. He was as much amuse as the first lip he hears as if he had just invented in a frenzy of wonder in his arms with all his pores know that the wheel bends and neither did she. But she forgot to debate to think of her soul. So of the rapture of this color her arms stole around her clenched him with all the arms. Mem, swooning she kn gift of mimicry. Inspired by a letter from Leva, Mem plans to go to Los Angeles to take a job in a film laboratory. She gets a job in a film laboratory, but loses it. She meets a Mrs. Sturgs from her home town, who talks of the evils of the movies and says the stars are forced to sell their souls. Mem then learns her mother is coming to visit her. Mem is worried about her finances. She sees a casting director, Arthur Tirrey, and abruptly offers herself to him in return for a job in the movies. He tells her the talk about "paying the price" is all rot. Meanwhile the attention of Mr. Bermond, head of the company, is diverted to her and he decides to give her a chance. Soon she finds herself posing with Claymore as her director, obeying his commands in a kind of stupor. Mem's father reads a publicity story calling her "the prettiest girl in America" and writes a letter of protest to his wife and daughter. Mem's fame begins to spread, and Claymore, the director, In almost every "bay" where there was a bit of space a motor had stopped and drawn close to the cliffside in the dark, each car a wheeled solitude, a love boat at anchor in a stream of cars ignoring and ignored. There was a strange influence in this recurrent mystery. Everywhere lovers were hiding themselves in conspicuous concealment. Mem felt disgust at the first dozen, anusement or contempt for the next fifty, tolerance for the next, and—Claymore did not speak of them or of anything else. He was too busy twirlling the wheel and gauging the little distance between the edge of the cliff an dnec cars that whizzed past. Halfway up the canon his headlight ransacked a black cove and found no motor in possession of the estuary of night. And here, to Mem's dumb astonishment, he abruptly checked his car, swung in off the road against the wall of rubble, and stopped short with a sigh of exaggerated fatigue. "Borry to interrupt you, folks, but I need your money!" She turned and found b ythe glare from a me di distance. Dazzled as she see the gaunt hand, t her a black pistol with its ugly muzzle. Claymore was gone en no resistance, though he ed of chagrin. He endence of the masked strate chain and a walle silver. The blackguard held h over Claymore's head forebore to strike, and d step with a last warning. "Sit pretty now and k git gain' or I'll——" His car shot around Claymore brought de arms. They were too m themselves to return to about Mem's shoulders. A preverse remorse with confusion; a remo wrong remorse, a disgu accepted temptation and temptable. A woman never quited for not dying for her attunty. She probably n gives him for dying elite. So the clever man evi tion where a choice is virtuous man evades teo is yet far off. Continued Next California Park Brings G Here's just another crop for which Southern famous. It belongs wih (cactus, not fish) g chapotes, and some of t can't be thought of ri they're so unimportant crop—pampas plumes less consideration from ple than any of the other how, it adds to the gr for, without prevariat have an export busine plumes. If not, somebody ing us. It seems that pampas it ornamental with our it needed less than n that he might not have said before a crowd. He never tried to hold her hand or snatch a kiss or filch an embrace. Mem was constantly set quivering with expectancy that he would make some advance, some gesture of endearment, yet always unable to decide just what she would do if he did. But he didn't. The picture and its final retakes were finished on a Saturday afternoon. There was an evening's idleness ahead. Claymore asked Mem to take a drive in his car, a long farewell flight about the familiar and the unvisited roads. She accepted meekly. Something told her that this drive was important to her fate. Something was always telling her something. Nine times out of ten it was false, but she forgot the failures and recalled the coincidences. Nobody had yet asked Mem for her self-respect as an initiation fee or an initiation rite. She was paid a weekly wage based upon her usefulness. She was paid in coin of the realm. Her price would rise and fall according to the general market for moving pictures and her specific value. Her emotions and her beauty were commodities, and Steddoh stock would be quoted on the Soul Exchange as the demand for it rose and fell, as the bidders for it increased or diminished. Claymore had been chaperoned by the company and his own reverence for discipline. But now she was outside his authority. Both were outside the Bermond inclosure. And they were as helpless together as any other twain whom nothing restrains or separates in the undertow of passion. They were two emotional people without a barrier. Among the countless things said about the hows and whys of women's surrenders one motive seems to have been too much ignored, though it must have exerted a vast influence as women go more and more into the worlds of business, of art, and of freedom with only themselves for their guardians. Good sportsmanship, a hatred of smuggery, a contempt for too careful self-protection, a disgust for a holler-than-thou self-esteem—these are amiable attitudes of mind that make popularity. To be a miser of one's graces, a hypochondriac coddler of She told herself that the only right and proper thing to do would be to resist, protest, forbid, and prevent at any cost the profanation of her sacred integrity. If necessary, she must fight, scratch, scream, escape, run away, appeal for help to any passer-by, or, as a last resort, leap over the cliff and die for her honor's sake. But who was that She and who was that Herself that told each other so many things? Herself told She that Mr. Claymore could not be treated as an ordinary ruffian, an insolent, outrageous knave, a fiend. He had treated her with most delicate courtesy from the first, he had give her his admiration, his praise, his devotion, his mute but evident affection. If he loved her and revealed his love, she could hardly reward his patient chivalry with prompt ingratitude and violence and fear. That would make her the insulter, not him. She must be very gentle with him and ask him kindly to forbear and not to spoil the pleasant friendship that she had prized. If Mr. Claymore should propose marriage, that would make his caresses acceptable—according to some canons, It belongs with (cactus, not fish), chapotes, and some of them can't be thought of rife they're so unimportant crop—pampas plumes less consideration from plea than any of the other how, it adds to the gift for, without prevarication have an export business plumes. If not, someone ing us. It seems that pampasite ornamental with our it needed less than me couldn't be killed and could be eaten by stock, since blade is a deadly sword in Europeans as a plumes are dyed red and unnatural colors. The more cultured than Americans, like their boopears. One San Diego county that he has contracted plumes to Germany. Japanese is said to be Since no one has had to go into the business plumes on a commercial place have had to go around place, picking up smalls and there. The San Diego getting about $50 per person about 5 cents apiece well with Los Anzio which are 5 cents in trns and other finished prod sprayer's art—or 3 coogwer. The retail价 is 10 cents per plume, a retailer of plumes has in hand, as has ever been privilege. The pampas bush, or ever the devillish man floral rapliers is called tive. You look at the yourself," Two or three The dealer comes, dones proof armor, and culls soft fluffy plumes. W gross you over $2 per run, on the tree, with having to harvest the It might be a good State Employees Travel by Airplane State Makes Another Advance In Path of Progress Another milestone on the path of progress—the state of California has officially recognized airplanes as a mode of travel for state employees when engaged in governmental business. A new edition of rules and regulations of the state Board of Control is off the presses, showing just how state workers go about making out expense accounts. For those who don't know, the Board of Control is the "all highest" when it comes to state expenses. Before an employee on an expense account puts a penny in a slot machine he theoretically stops and asks himself, "Would the Board of Control approve this expenditure?" Consisting of the Director of Finance, the chief of the division of service and supply in the Department of Finance, and the state Controller, this body approves all money claims against the state. So at its last meeting the Board decided that airplane travel was worthy of notice and proceeded to write in a rule, granting eight cents an "air mile" for this type of travel when "necessity thereof is shown on the expense account." Encouraged with this start, the Board became lenient in another matter—that of "clothing and equipment" of state employees. The rule is that "purchase of personal clothing or equipment for use in the course of their employment must be accompanied by a full and complete statement, signed by the department head, showing the necessity therefore." It is understood that this applies to such cases as where Governor Young might have to purchase a top hat for some function where he represents the state. At least it should, for where else would he use anything like a top hat, except to official at a cornerstone laying, or a review? Possibly awed by its temerity in the above items, the Board clamped down heavily on laundry work, tonsoral ex- California Pampas Brings Good Price Here's just another of those dizzy crops for which Southern California is famous. It belongs with roselle, tuna (cactus, not fish), ground cherries, chapotes, and some of those others that can't be thought of right off the bat they're so unimportant. Perhaps this crop—pampas plumes—deserve even less consideration from thoughtful people than any of the other futurities. Anyhow, it adds to the gaiety of nations, for, without prevarication, we actually have an export business on pampas plumes. If not, somebody's been stringing us. It seems that pampas grass—a favorite ornamental with our fathers, because it needed less than no care, in fact, use in the course of their employment must be accompanied by a full and complete statement, signed by the department head, showing the necessity therefore. It is understood that this applies to such cases as where Governor Young might have to purchase a top hat for some function where he represents the state. At least it should, for where else would he use anything like a top hat, except to officiate at a cornerstone laying, or a review? Possibly awed by its temerity in the above items, the Board clamped down heavily on laundry work, tonsorial expenses and tips. It looks as though state employees must wash their own socks and shave themselves now—for the state won't advance a penny on these accounts, according to the rules. And generosity toward porters and bellhops will truly come the heart—and pocket—of those hired by the state henceforth. A London specialist blames the failure of a great many people on flat feet. It's our opinion that flat heads usually have more to do with it. Paris fashion experts say that the fashionable woman is to be plumper. They have been plumper than they look, all the while. PROVISIONS OF DAIRY LAW "High-sounding" names applied to milk and milk products in advertising are subject of a campaign by the state department of agriculture. The dairy law limits labeling of milk to the legal classifications of "certified," "guaranteed," and "grade A," each of which stands for a definite quality. Many concerns have been advertising their products as "Gold Medal," "Special Protected," "Extra Rich," "Gold Scal," "Quality," "Blue Ribbon," etc. These names mean nothing, the department said, as well as being unlawful, and must be discontinued. DEATHS Study of matter which 466 mortals is being conducted of public bureau of children. Dr. W. M. Dice department of physical sciences are being hope that a reeve be effected. A final report prepared and written in order that fully known, h... famous. It belongs with rosette, tuna (cactus, not fish), ground cherries, chapotes, and some of those others that can't be thought of right off the bat. They're so unimportant. Perhaps this crop—pampas plumes—deserve even less consideration from thoughtful people than any of the other futurities. Anyhow, it adds to the gaiety of nations, for, without prevarication, we actually have an export business on pampas plumes. If not, somebody's been stringing us. It seems that pampas grass—a favorite ornamental with our fathers, because it needed less than no care, in fact, couldn't be killed and certainly couldn't be eaten by stock, since each green blade is a deadly sword—is liked by certain Europeans as a bouquet. The plumes are dyed red and blue and other unnatural colors. The Europeans being more cultured than us Babbity Americans, like their bouquets garish, it appears. One San Diego county florist reports that he has contracted to ship 4000 plumes to Germany. A Los Angeles Japanese is said to be looking for 6000. Since no one has had the termerility to go into the business of growing the plumes on a commercial scale, they have had to go around from place to place, picking up small quantities here and there. The San Diego says he is getting about $50 per thousand, which is about 5 cents apiece. This jibes pretty well with Los Angeles quotations, which are 5 cents in trade—goofus birds and other finished products of the paint sprayer's art—or 3 cents in cash to gorwer. The retail price in this city is 10 cents per plume, showing that the retailer of plumes has his margin well in hand, as has ever been the retailer's privilege. The pampas bush, or clump, or whatever the devilish man-killing spray of floral raplers is called, is quite productive. You look at the crop and say to yourself, "Two or three dozen plumes." The dealer comes, dons his suit of sword proof armor, and culls sixty or seventy soft fluffy plumes. Which ought to gross you over $2 per clump, orchard run, on the tree, without the pangs of having to harvest them. It might be a good plan, before put- A MAN wakes up in the morning after sleeping blanket, on an advertised mattress, and puts jamas; takes a bath in an advertised tub, shaves with washes with advertised soap, powders his face with doused advertised underwear, hose; shirt, collar, shoes; sits down to a breakfast of advertised cereal, drinks coffee; puts on an advertised hat; lights an advertisement office in an advertised automobile, on advertised tire in advertised institutions—then he refuses to advertise grounds that advertising does not pay! If your business isn't good enough, Make it Better The Anaheim G ESTABLISHED 1870 FOR NEARLY SIXTY YEARS HAS HELPED ANAHEIM MERCHANTS Camels are for knowing smokers! It's just too bad if any smoker because of misinformation denies himself or herself the pleasure of Camels. are not always in a position to have a real preference. But when they acquaint themselves with Camels they sense of discrimination that leads to real smoking pleasure. Made so carefully and of so good a blend of choice tobacco that even those with inexperienced smoking may recognize their superiority. They are for those who taste of choice tobacco, the fragrance of a perfect soothing mellowness of a really satisfying cigarette. they learn the difference they learn the difference lock to Camels RY LAW applied to advertising by the state ing of milk "certified." each of quality. advertising "I," "Special Gold Seal." etc. These department lawful, and DEATHS IN CHILD BIRTH Study of maternal mortality cases in which 466 mothers died in childbirth is being conducted by the state department of public health, through their bureau of child hygiene. Dr. W. M. Dickle, director of the state department of public health, reported that physicians who cared for these cases are being interviewed with the hope that a reduction in the total may be effected. A final report of the bureau is being prepared and will be widely distributed in order that facts as revealed may be fully known, he said. DRIEST RIVER The latest claim for distinction from this part of California is that the driest river in the world is in Los Angeles. In fact the river is so dry that it caught on fire recently! A brush fire started in the bed of the Los Angeles river, directly under a bridge. The North Hollywood fire department rushed to the scene and found it impossible to bring fire hoses to play on the flame. With no water in the river, pick and shovel work was finally resorted to before the flames were brought under control. Why Is It? the morning after sleeping under an advertised vertised mattress, and pulls off advertised pavertised tub, shaves with an advertised razor, powders his face with advertised powder; rose, 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 when he refuses to advertise his business on the not pay! at good enough, we can help you Make it Better AHEIM Gazette ESTABLISHED 1870 AHEIM MERCHANTS TO INCREASE THEIR VOLUME OF BUSINESS