anaheim-gazette 1929-12-19

Anaheim, Calif., Dec. 19, 1929 DEVIL-MAY-CAR by ARTHUR SOMERS RO ILLUSTRATED BY DONALD RI FIRST INSTALMENT "The game is this," announced Mrs. Clary. Flushed, moist with the twin effects of excitement and a humid tropical night, not to mention one tiny glass too many of the champagne whose bursting corks had lent a Fourth-of-July tone to the party, she stood upon a chair and waved a bunch of ribbins. Her guests eyed her languidly, Mrs. Clement Clary—"Cooper" Clary's second wife, who had cost him, he not infrequently said, hell, headlines and five millions in cash (the first Mrs. Clary had refused stocks, bonds, other negotiable instruments, or real estate, when she had finally yielded to his demands for a divorce)—had a reputation for putting a touch of the bizarre into every party she gave, and those present were willing to stop flirtation, scandal, and talk of real estate for a moment. "We go to the pool," said the hostess. Several guests groined slightly. One young man, Billy Leeson, turned to the pretty brunette beside him. "I'm a hard-working lawyer, down here for a fortnight to recoup from typhoid. I wish to goodness somebody'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so." card by her plate. Who is that girl? "Your dinner partner? That's Lucy Harkness; 'Devil-May-Care,' everybody calls her. She was sixteen when we entered the war. Disappeared from home, and her parents were nearly frantic. Lied about her age, her family, everything; managed to get over there. Decorated by Joffre himself." "Nurse?" asked Leeson. "At that age?" His acquaintance laughed. "Lord, no! Went as entertainer . . . Sang . . . danced. Heaven knows where she picked it all up. Turned down all sorts of offers for musical comedy since. Got nearer the front than any American woman. Gassed in a sudden attack, was given the right by Pershing to wear a wound stripe. Don't tell me you've never heard of her!" "Of course I have," said Leeson. "Only, I didn't recognize her." "Well, you must have felt the evening's hate directed at you!" laughed the other. "Every man here has been dying of jealousy. You must have a drag with the Clarys, to be placed next to her." He had met Devil-May-Care! Well, he was glad that he had not met her earlier. Otherwise—he was an extremely sane young man—leaving Palm Beach would not have been easy. In one brief hour at dinner she had left marks upon his soul. He knew that. Now, strolling with the laughing crowd toward the pool, with them but in no way of them, he re-created in his mind her features, her expressions, remembered all that he had read of her in the fevered Sunday supplements. She could drive an airplane; she'd shot a tiger; she'd climbed mountains; she'd cheers. Quite even women standing water had certain preferred to be their girdles of tempor their limbs, for hands and cried son, dropping at in a side glance of Stevensa was at his rear. He felt an triumph. He'd brute... A hand clutched went under, strange anything like this, whoever had unfaith using his body as himself ahead; the bottom of the pool him and the unattendance He came within a yard of L. He swam to the dripping features to ant smile, bent his hands below the Leeson tapped the I claim a foul." I like winners," leesly. "Loosers at She turned to Stevens go from here. Tim was a final dismissive. "I know," boasted even though our hair together, we'd be evening ended." "Insight, intuition ing?" inquired Lucie "Logical reasoning know what I want always got it." So far," she body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "You don't mean that," said Leeson, blushing. "Don't I? There was a harsh quality in the girl's laughter which consorted lily with the gay eyes, the generous mouth, and the smooth youth of her." And where did you learn so much about me, Mr. Leeson? The young man's embarrassment was painful. "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't you?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "You don't mean that," said Leeson, blushing. "Don't I? There was a harsh qualitty in the girl's laughter which consorted lily with the gay eyes, the generous mouth, and the smooth youth of her." And where did you learn so much about me, Mr. Leeson? The young man's embarrassment was painful. "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't you?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "You don't mean that," said Leeson, blushing. "Don't I? There was a harsh qualitty in the girl's laughter which consorted lily with the gay eyes, the generous mouth, and the smooth youth of her." And where did you learn so much about me, Mr. Leeson? The young man's embarrassment was painful. "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't you?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "You don't mean that," said Leeson, blushing. "Don't I? There was a harsh qualitty in the girl's laughter which consorted lily with the gay eyes, the generous mouth, and the smooth youth of her." And where did you learn so much about me, Mr. Leeson? The young man's embarrassment was painful. "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't you?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "You don't mean that," said Leeson, blushing. "Don't I? There was a harsh qualitty in the girl's laughter which consorted lily with the gay eyes, the generous mouth, and the smooth youth of her." And where did you learn so much about me, Mr. Leeson? The young man's embarrassment was painful. "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't你?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear, home-loving maiden, the kind to make some man happy, eh?" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome, and ruin my evening completely." "The young man's embarrassment was painful." "I didn't mean that... that I knew anything about you, only... well, you are wholesome. I don't care if it angers you or not. That's what you are." For a moment it seemed as if she would take issue with him, debate the trivial matter; then she laughed, patted him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't你?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from body'd think of a party that didn't mean swimming with your clothes on. I've two dinner suits down here; one's been ruined by salt water; I refuse to spoil this." "Sh-sh!" said the girl. "When Mrs. Clary chalks her cue she usually pockets the ball." "Honest, you seem rapt and excited and everything." "Why shouldn't I be?" demanded the girl. The lawyer shrugged. "I don't know. Only, you seem a shade different from the rest of the crowd here. Nicer, not so... so rowdy." "Just a dear，home-loving maiden，the kind to make some man happy，eh？" jeered the girl. "Now tell me I'm wholesome，and ruin my evening ended." "I insight，intuition？ Inquired Lucie Logical reasoning know what I want always got it." "We do we are to enjoy the ee They were sitting pool，their feet pad Not at all." "I wonder，she is t he takers are cont ing Why not? he Givlers look happy ling on table，drive tenements，starvling my dear But we are to enjoy the ee They were sitting pool，their feet pad Not at all." "I shook his hea Not at all." "I wonder，she is t he takers are cont ing Why not? he Givlers look happy ling on table，drive tenements，starvling my dear But we are to enjoy the ee They were sitting pool，their feet pad Not at all." "A little sail dow supper for two." ""But we are gues reminded him ning after Continued X Supervisors Road X Requests for emplier ber of newly Highway Patrol shop him lightly on the check, and said: "Really, you're a sweet boy. And—but you mustn't tell it to a soul—sometimes I believe that I am an old-fashioned girl... at heart. Remember me kindly in your evening prayers, won't you?" And the jeer in her last sentence banished the effect of intimacy that had been created by her earlier words. She moved slightly away from him, and paid attention to her hostess. "In days of old," went on Mrs. Clary, "fair ladies were wont to give guerdons to their brave knights—a lock of her hair, a jewel, a ribbon, and sometimes, even, a garter." "The pretty custom of our ancestors has given me an idea for tonight's party. I have here sixteen anklets. To each man here I will give one. We will all go to the pool. The ladies will stand in the shallow water. The gentlemen, each holding an anklet, will dive from the deep end. Swimming under water, the gentlemen will endeavor to fasten anklets upon the limbs of the ladies. No fair inching away. Thus will partners be arranged for the rest of the evening's entertainment." The pretty brunette turned to Leeson. "We rarely go too far," she smiled. "This which promised well, has degenerated into an ordinary moonlight swim. The bold garter becomes the timid anklet." She looked at him queerly, "I'll be standing at the edge of the pool," she said. "Is that an invitation?" he asked. She exhaled fiercely, as though puffing away a strand of hair that annoyed her. "If Venus asked you for a stroll you'd want to know if she was married, my cautions friend," she jibed. "You needn't bother; only..."" "Only what?" he inquired, as she paused. "Nothing at all," she replied. She turned away from him again, and in that moment the dinner broke up. Three men pouenced upon her; she was dragged away by them. He spoke to a man whom he knew. "I'm rotten at catching names," he said, "and I didn't get a glance at the properly, was accepted applaudingly by all the world. The world also thought it perfectly proper for Lucy Harkness to have gone into training with Kelly. She did roadwork, boxed, skipped rope, and frankly told reporters all about it. When Kelly met the champion she sat near his corner and was the first to grip his hand when the champion was counted out. And this was the girl, the woman—she was only twenty-three, but now ridiculous to call one who had done all she had done a girl—whom he had rebuked, whom he had told she was too nice for this gathering tonight. He colored painfully. A prig, that's what he was. And she had mocked him, saying she was an old-fashioned girl at heart. And then, when this chastest of all Dianas had tendered an invitation, he had not the wit to grasp it instantly, but must clumsily ask her to tell him in words of one syllable. Callow, that was the word. His feet lagged, and he was last at the pool. The men had disdained bathing suits and, dinner-coated and pantent-leathered, stood laughing by the diving-board. The women were now tripping down to the shallow end; toes tested the temperature of the water, and shrill shrieks drowned the mirth of the men. A tall, Viking-like man edged him to one side. "Stand anywhere else, young feller," he chuckled, "but give me the pole. This anklet fits a certain girl, and I'm the ba-ad boy who's going to put it on her." Leeson eyed the man resentfully, and yet even in his resentment would have granted the charm of the blond giant. He had met him before, and had heard much of him. Stevens was his name, Tim Stevens. He possessed all those things which Leeson lacked: wealth, assured position, and the things which accompany them. Leeson remembered now that all through dinner Stevens had called across the table to Lucy Harkness, had raised his glass to her, indeed had never seemed to take his eyes off her. The air was rent with shrieks and Requests for emploier of the newly-Highway Patrol show board of supervisors plicant resides and is of Motor Vehicles, Public Works or other This was the announcement Frank G. Snook, chief of Motor Vehicles in erous requests made and to executives of Public Works for job. Snook explained places the power of traffic officers' in the only in an examination vacancies may be board of supervisors which the vacancy is a list of candidates. Are given an examining state civil service reps of eligibles created. Vacancies are the top of the list. The motor vehicle state has the powers directly to the superiors. "We are anxious to terial as possible for added." We want it best in the county. Officers chosen fromible lists serve a pro- one year. Snook said are satisfactory ther permanent civil servied in efficiency and service regulations. "This," he added, dividual officer and t of politics entirely." AY-CARE SOMERS ROCHE DONALD RILEY at girl?" It's Lucy every-when and from nearly her fam-et over itself. intance enter-Heaven well, he her ex-Palm way. In no his arms, re-ments, and shot she'd cheers. Quite evidently many of the women standing waist-deep in the water had certain cavaliers whom they preferred to be the ones to place the girdles of temporary partnership upon their limbs, for they clapped their hands and cried certain names. Lee-son, dropping at once into the crawl, in a side glance took in the fact that Stevens was at his right, a trifle to the rear. He felt an exultation at the little triumph. He'd show this hulking brute. A hand clutched at his ankle; he went under, strangling, unprepared for anything like this. He could feel that whoever had unfairly detained him was using his body as something to pull himself ahead; then he sank to the bottom of the pool, as a foot spurred him and the unfair competition shot ahead. He came up to see Stevens within a yard of Lucy Harkness. He swam to them as Stevens, his dripping features twisted in a triumphant smile, bent over and dipped his hands below the surface of the water. Leeson tapped the man on the shoulder. "I claim a foul," he said quietly. "I like winners," the girl said carelessly. "Loosers always claim fouls." She turned to Stevens. "Where do we go from here, Tim?" she asked. There was a final dismissal in her attitude. "I know," boasted Tim Stevens, "that even though our hostess didn't seat us together, we'd be together before the evening ended." "Insight, intuition, or logical reasoning?" inquired Lucy Harkness. "Logical reasoning," he returned. "I know what I want, and, so far, I've always got it." So far? she schooled. But there Hats In Ring For State Offices Candidates Out In Open Announcing Themselves Willing To Serve People The entry of Clem Whitaker, Sacramento newspaper man, into the 1930 gubernational contest as campaign manager for State Controller Riley, stirred up a lot of comment along the political rialto today. Whitaker is the founder and owner of the Capitol News Bureau (Which has been acquired by the United Press) and has been writing politics at Sacramento for 12 years. Although he is a personal friend of Governor Young, Whitaker frankly called the executive "an experimentalist, seeking to justify expenditures rather than control them." The contest would develop into a rip-norter if Friend W. Richardson, who is expected by many persons to throw his hat into the ring, should announce himself. Whitaker opposed Richardson in the last campaign after covering the governor's office for four years for his newspaper. All signs point to the announcement of Carl Alexander Johnson, San Diego attorney, as candidate for governor. George Stout, secretary of the veterans welfare board, has definitely decided to become a candidate for state controller, to succeed Ray L. Riley. Stout is counting upon heavy backing from ex-service men, many thousands of whom have obtained farm and home loans through his office. It is also reported that M. D. Lack, secretary of the California Taxpayers' Association and former secretary of the State Board of Equalization, might seek the state controller's post. Frank C. Jordan, veteran secretary of state, got a big kick out of the report this week that he would be opposed by a feminine candidate, selected from Northren California by club Supervisors Proceedings A Cancellation of Assessment on certain property was ordered made. It was ordered that the Pool Room License of Mateo Morales be transferred to Ylario Alvardo. It was ordered that a Dance Hall License be issued to Phillip Zilaket, on recommendation of the District Attorney and the Sheriff. It was ordered that the application of V. Morales for renewal of pool room license be granted. It was ordered that Pool Room License be issued to Gilbert Trudeau at Bolsa, on recommendation of the District Attorney and the Sheriff. It was ordered that the Pool Hall License of Mrs. Mary L. Lujan be transferred to Cruz Suarez, Los Alamitos. It was ordered that a Pool Room License be issued to Manuel Vasquez, at El Modena, on recommendation of the District Attorney and the Sheriff. It was ordered that a Pool Room License be issued to Francisco Parra, at Richfield, on recommendation of the District Attorney and the Sheriff. It was ordered that a Dance Hall License be issued to Frank Haegele, at Sunset Beach, on recommendation of the District Attorney and the Sheriff. Bruce Bros. Inc. Contractors for Acquisition and Improvement District No. 5 were granted a sixty day extension of time in which to complete their contract. Satate Aid for Needy Blind was denied Jacob L. Chism, on recommendation of the Ald Commissioner. State Orphan Aid was granted to Helen Adams on recommendation of the Ald Commissioner. The Purchasing Agent was authorized to sign an agreement for the installation of a dial System b ythe Pacific Telephone and Telegraph Co., at the Court House. May Tract No. 950 was accepted. No new streets accepted. Jerome Avenue not accepted as a Public Highway. A resolution in Buena Park Fire protection district setting forth the expenditure of $6000.00 pursuant to Section 3714 of the Political Coed, Subdivi- "I like winners," the girl said carelessly. "Loosers always claim fouls." She turned to Stevens. "Where do we go from here, Tim?" she asked. There was a final dismissal in her attitude. "I know," boasted Tim Stevens, "that even though our hostess didn't seat us together, we'd be together before the evening ended." "Insight, intuition, or logical reasoning?" inquired Lucy Harkness. "Logical reasoning." he returned. "I know what I want, and, so far, I've always got it." "So far?" she echoed. "But there must always be a Waterloo, mustn't there?" He shook his head. "Not at all." "I wonder," she said. "I wonder if the takers are content all through life." "Why not?" he demanded. "Do the givers look happy? Watch them, waiting on table, driving taxis, living in tenements, starving; the takers rule, my dear. But we aren't to philosophize; we're to enjoy the evening. Come." They were sitting on the edge of the pool, their feet paddling in the water. Across the pool, young Leeson was leading a young girl from the water. "Where?" she asked. "To the Minerva," he told her. She looked at him thoughtfully. "What's the idea, Tim?" "A little sail down the lake, a cozy supper for two." "But we are guests of Mrs. Clary," she reminded him. "We can't be running away like—" "Why not? Has she said what the rest of the evening is? Didn't she say that we were to be partners? You know what these parties are like; you come and go. Are you a quitter?" "You know better," she reminded him. Her voice was languid, dulled, as though interest had departed from the night. "Then let's go," he said. Still she lingered, watching a couple mount the steps leading from the water; his eyes followed hers. He turned back to her. "Did the wrong man win the race to you?" he demanded. She twisted her pretty shoulders. "That's a fallacy, that rot about the best man losing. The right man always wins. I mean, the man who is meant to win any particular thing, wins it. He may not be as good or as strong or as clever as the loser, but just the same, the stars in their courses are not more inevitably sure to travel the paths laid out than was the winner certain to win." "Fatalist! Well, sometimes it's a comfortable faith. And as I was destined to beat young Leeson, stop looking regretfully after him." Continued Next Week. Supervisors to Fill Road Patrol Jobs Requests for employment as a member of the newly-created California Highway Patrol should be made to the controller to become a candidate for state control, to succeed Hay L. Riley. Stout is counting upon heavy backing from ex-service men, many thousands of whom have obtained farm and home loans through his office. It is also reported that M. D. Lack, secretary of the California Taxpayers' Association and former secretary of the State Board of Equalization, might seek the state controller's post. Frank C. Jordan, veteran secretary of state, got a big kick out of the report this week that he would be opposed by a feminine candidate, selected from Northren California by clubwomen. "Great," said Jordan. "At least, it would assure a dignified and gentlemanly campaign, and that's just what everyone wants." Once A Luxury-A Necessity Today YEARS AGO Only a few women of wealth combined with refinement could enjoy the refreshing effect of a daily bath. Even the most modest home has a bathroom for family use. Modern families also insist upon automatic hot water ready instantly at the turn of a faucet. The famous perfumed baths of Cleopatra, Madam Tallien's baths in crushed berries, The daily milk baths of Empress T. Furca, LACKED THE COMFORT CHARM BEAUTY Supervisors to Fill Road Patrol Jobs Requests for employment as a member of the newly-created California Highway Patrol should be made to the board of supervisors in which the applicant resides and not to the Division of Motor Vehicles, the Department of Public Works or other state grouses. This was the announcement to day of Frank G. Snook, chief of the Division of Motor Vehicles in response to numerous requests made to him by letter and to executives of the Department of Public Works for jobs in the patrol. Snook explained that the new law places the power of appointment of traffic officers in the hands of the state only in an indirect manner. Before vacancies may be filled, he said, the board of supervisors in the county in which the vacancy exists must submit a list of candidates. These candidates are given an examination as required by state civil service regulations and a list of eligibles created. Vacancies are then filled from the top of the list. The motor vehicle chief said the state has the power to make appointments directly, only upon refusal of the supervisors to submit a list of candidates. For this reason, he advised persons ambitious for places on the patrol to go directly to the supervisors. "We are anxious to get as good material as possible for the patrol," he added. "We want it to measure up to the best in the country." Officers chosen from civil service eligible lists serve a probationary period of one year. Snook said. If their services are satisfactory they then acquire a permanent civil service status and are rated in efficiency according to civil service regulations. "This," he added, "protects the individual officer and takes the patrol out of politics entirely." Santa Claus Now Rides In Airplane Hops Off at Los Angeles With Cargo of Christmas Gifts Santa Claus—a 1929 model aeronautical Santa Claus—took off at Los Angeles today! While "talkie" cameras ground out the sights and sounds of the picture-sque event, three jolly bewhiskered fellows, packs of gifts upon their backs, climbed into airplanes and roared away on the important business of taking Christmas presents to children of the entire Pacific Coast. There were plenty of "sound" effects for the noise-hungry cameramen of the audible news weeklies, including the voices of children, the jingle of bells, the roar of the big motors. There's only one real Santa Claus, of course, but it was explained to the wide-eyed youngsters who gathered at the Western Air Express port that these aeronautical "Saint Nicks" were really assistants to Santa arranged for by the Richfield Oil Company of California. And, thanks to this arrangement, every child in California, Oregon or Washington will be able to get a Christmas present on December 23rd and 24th merely by visiting any service station which offers Richfield products. The three planes which took off here with the pseudo Santa an their loads of gifts were the big Richfield Fokker cabin liner, piloted by Tommy Fowler; the Stearman J-6, newest of Richfield's planes, piloted by Lalley Steele, head of the company's aviation department, and a second Stearman, piloted by Rufus Pilcher, assistant to Mr. Steele. The entire Pacific Coast will be visited by the planes within the next three days. In every Center, Richfield branch managers will immediately arrange the distribution of the gifts brought by the planes, so that every Richfield station in the Pacific West will have presents for every youngster that visits a station on the two days before Christmas. SARDINES AND RAISINS American sardines and raisins are extremely popular in Slam, according to a report to the state from the United States Department of Commerce. Fish is one of the staple foodstuffs in the Kingdom. It was reported, and more than $1,000,000 worth of fish products are annually imported. Canned sardines account for about one-third of these imports, almost all of which come from California and the Pacific coast. Another California product consumed in large quantities by the Siamese is raisins. The demand for this item originates largely with natives of Chinese extraction. About 30,000 barrels of American flour are shipped to Slam annually. U. S. Industrial Alcohol Plant: Anaheim, California Office: 602 Spring Arcade Building, Los Angeles Manufacturers of Scientific and Industrial Alcohol and Chemical Solvents Alcohol is one of the most used solvents in the chemical industry. Among its many uses, is its application in the manufacture of shelllacs, varnishes and lacquers. It Alcohol is one of the most used solvents in the chemical industry. Among its many uses, is its application in the manufacture of shellacs, varnishes and lacquers. It is also largely used in the manufacture of artificial silk. By-products from the manufacture of alcohol are very important and widely used. For example, Carbon Dioxide Gas (CO₂) is used for carbonating soda fountain beverages and in the manufacture of dry ice. The residue from the manufacture of alcohol is used extensively as poultry and stock food.