anaheim-gazette 1929-12-26

Anaheim, Calif., Dec. 26, 1929 DEVIL-MAY-CARE by ARTHUR SOMERS ROW ILLUSTRATED BY DONALD RILEY SECOND INSTALMENT Synopsis What Happened Before At a party in Palm Beach given by Mr. Cooper Clary, Leeson, an attorney, meets Lucy Harkness, known as Devil-May-Care because of her adventurous, eventful life. In a game in which partners for the evening are chosen, Lucy is won by Tim Stevens, who has a great reputation as a successful heart-breaker. Leeson is a bit jealous. Tim Stevens tells Lucy they are going aboard his boat, the Minerva, and she accedes in order not to be "a quitter." Asked if she is sorry that he won her company, Lucy says she is not and that evidently Fate has arranged it. Tim thereupon tells her to stop looking regrettfully after Leeson. Now Go On With the Story "Regretfully? I've never regretted anything, Tim. I do... whatever I do... because... it was ordained. Am I able to deflect the course of the universe? Then how can I defect myself? I'm a projectile, Tim aimed by some force at some remote target." "Remote? Maybe I'm the target, Lucy?" he suggested. She pursued her mouth. "I hardly think so, Tim." "Why not?" he demanded. "I'm too good for you," she told him. "Are you, by any chance, joking?" he inquired. "Certainly not." "Then you're just being rude?" "Truthful is a prettier word." "Too good for me, eh?" he mused. "Well, 'good' is a strange word. It's capable of a lot of translations. Too good for me? How about Leeson? Not too good for him?" "It looked as though you were afraid of me," stated Stevens. "Desire must have had something to do with what it looked like, then," she retorted. "'You like women to be afraid of you, don't you, Tim?'" "I don't get you," he told her. "The very devil of it is... you do get me... always. Isn't that true? I see through you so completely that... instead of being feared... you're a little bit afraid of me; eh, Tim?'" "Little Miss Hate-Herself—that's you, isn't it?" he jeered. "You can't accuse me of vanity because I state that I can see though you, Tim. Most women can, and do. They don't tell you so, because you have money." "I won't agree with you," he said. "But if you can see through me, then you must know how much I... love you:" "That's what offends me," she replied. "Offends? Is love offensive?" "Your kind. From a man like you... of course it's offensive." "Oh, by God! that's carrying it a bit too far! Just a bit too raw, Lucy!" he cried. "I don't mind it up to a certain point, but when you indicate that I'm unclean, filthy—" "You are—" "Then why, in God's name, come out here with me tonight?" he cried. "Because when I enter a game I play it. Pity you can't say as much, Tim." "How do you know I can't? How do you know... when I play a game, I don't... play it... all the way?" he demanded. She laughed contemptuously. "With women, you mean? But of He's only barking but he will bite." She shook her head. "No! I don't think of the whip." Get this into my and make it stick. "Where you're constantly don't give thought that men one particular word soft-heads. But I've You... you... it clear, but you... before me, and if I the other way, then It's you, you all the If some one speaks I hear. A girl day and it's Lucy Harkle." "A magazine, a ment prints picture they're all photographe name is in the hair signs along the road this is real, this is never told you, new marry me, but... Yes, I've known admitted. He snatched at him. "And you came why did you come?" "It was because race. No other shirked an issue, no lem. Fate meant tonight. But I've dozen times." And don't you t means us to care for I've answered the I'll answer it again." "Remote? Maybe not. Perhaps I'm the target, Lucy?" he suggested. She pursed her mouth. "I hardly think so, Tim." "Why not?" he demanded. "I'm too good for you," she told him. "Are you, by any chance, joking?" he inquired. "Certainly not." "Then you're just being rude?" "Truthful is a prettier word." "Too good for me, eh?" he mused. "Well, 'good' is a strange word. It's capable of a lot of translations. Too good for me? How about Leeson? Not too good for him?" "Why harp on him? I'd never met him until tonight," she said. The Minerva was one of the finest boats of its kind in Southern waters, and often though she'd seen the craft, Lucy Harkness gave a little nod of approbation tonight. The polished woodwork reflected the stars; the chairs cushioned wicker, gleamed spotlessly white; the fittings of the small boats shone; the canopy aft looked, in this silver light, as though made of colored damask. And upon the table laid for two the Minerva's steward had expended not merely time but taste. "I always like you better when I come aboard the Minerva, Tim," she said. "So?" His voice was sullen. "I think the Minerva, so clean and sweet, as your soul—when you were a tiny baby." "How long have you been teaching Sunday-school?" he demanded. She laughed. "Fair enough! It isn't fair to reproach you about the present condition of your soul, is it, Tim? Not while my own is in the condition it is. Well, I won't lecture you or abuse you any more tonight." "I think the Minerva, so clean and sweet, is your soul—when you were a tiny baby." "You'll be nice?" he asked, again eager. "As nice as possible. You won the race didn't you?" erva's skipper. A rat-faced man, of inexact ancestry, a touch of the Levan-time in his hooked nose. The men were ordinary sailors, and the domestic staff bit too far! Just a bit too raw, Lucy!" he cried. "I don't mind it up to a certain point, but when you indicate that I'm unclean, filthy—" "You are—" "Then why, in God's name, come out here with me tonight?" he cried. "Because when I enter a game I play it. Pity you can't say as much, Tim." "How do you know I can't? How do you know . . . when I play a game, I don't . . . play it . . . all the way?" he demanded. She laughed contemptuously. "With women, you mean? But of course you mean that. It's the only game you know. But . . . you've never played it with my kind of woman, because my kind don't play with you." "You're one that's going to," he said dutty. "Think so?" She shook her head again. "This is Mrs. Clary's game we're playing. The other game . . . I didn't enter." "You didn't know you'd entered it," he contradicted, but you have. You're here, aboard the Minerva. You'll leave the Minerva when I'm damned good and ready to let you leave; not before. Now, do you play my game?" Her eyes were dreamy; her sweet mouth drooped pensively. "It Fate intended, yes. But Fate has been so very kind to me, thus far, that I cannot believe it intends me any such trick as playing such a game with you. Tim I've come out with you. Let's go back." "Not," he told her, "until you've learned a little more of fate." "Abduction went out with hoopskirts," she said. "It come in again," he remarked grimly. She remembered Modane, the Minerva's skipper. He snatched at her. "And you came why did you come?" "It was because, race. No other shirted an issue, new lem. Fate meant tonight. But I've dozen times." "And don't you mean us to care for I've answered I'll answer it again than let your hand I'd rather be dead eternal hell than let is the answer clear." Later, sheer, starred her. She was ting what mercy this b chose to extend to her. And even as she a knock sounded up Stevens' voice panels. It held a q that she had never before. It was alld had been drinking fighting hard not to the liquor. Yet th time, since she left become intoxicated. "Lucy, I want to said. The maddest par obliterating sanity flimsy, would give w at the least onslaught had dared plan an it through. He might lengths, but how co opened the door . . . open the door and it ..." She would rather Tim Stevens. She h any one in all her begin now. Yet she screaming, scratchi dignity, confessed h very defense. Panic passed; alt mad to the point o were cool, deliberate May-Cure, who ma instant impulse, but through as calmly been thought over f She opened the window—of her cably into the Gulf Str. She was consolio she went below th it was one of those tropical Florida is the difference between of air and water w didn't bother to swif face for any appre CONTINUED California For Pass When the scurvy bastian Vizcaino, se "I think the Minerva, so clean and sweet, is your soul—when you were a tiny baby." "You'll be nice?" he asked, again eager. "As nice as possible. You won the race, didn't you?" "And you didn't really mind my fouling? You wanted me to win?" he demanded. "I'm twenty-three. Tim. Old enough to realize that what we want we may not have; what we get has been determined acons ago. You've got me, for supper here. I've got you. Well, let's make the best of it." "It could be a lovely best," he insinuated. She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know. Fate hasn't taken me that far into her confidence." "Could I show you?" he inquired. "You mean . . . make love to me?" She shook her head. "Fate has read me no riddles. Tim, but that . . . I don't need her assistance. Love can only be made when two engage in the pretty pastime. And I . . . shall never engage in that little game with you." "Sure?" She stared at him, taking no warning from his eagerness. "Pos-o-lute, old thing." She straightened up in her chair. "Come on; let's drop nonsense. I said I'd be as nice as possible. But possible ends at talk of flirtation and long before flirtation, begins. Here, what's this?" Lines, had been cast off, and the lineslines had been cast off, and the propeller, had begun to move. She ran to the low rail and stood poised upon it for a moment. But the stone pier was already twenty feet away. "Well, for the love of Mike!" ejaculated Stevens. "Any one would think you thought I was about to kidnap you. Any objection to spin down the lake, to give us an appetite for supper?" "Well, if we can leave Casa Clary at all, without offending our hostess, I don't suppose it much matters where we go." serva's skipper. A rat-faced man, of exact ancestry, a touch of the Levan-time in his hooked nose. The men were ordinary sailors, and the domestic staff so to speak, were Japs. No help from the latter would be forth-coming; it was not for them to interfere in the actions of the barbarians who employed them. The white sailors were crude, stupid men; and Modane was his master's man. Wariness owned her; this situation, absurdly impossible though it might later when she narrated it, was definitely dangerous now. The extent of its danger depended entirely on the degree of madness which possessed Stevens. "And it all leads to . . . what?" she asked. "You'd keep your word. It leads to your promise to marry me. When I have that, I'll put you ashore." "And as the months, or years, pass blithe by?" she asked. "I won't wait that long," he said. "Maybe, after a while, you'll ask me to marry you." "Isn't this a trifle too melodramatic, Tim? The ruined maiden pleads with her despolier—" "The trouble with you, Lucy," he interrupted. "Is that, with all your experience, you don't know men. Or you'd know that I mean what I say." "Eat why want a girl who has only contempt for you?" she asked. "Don't ask me! Why does the tide come in? You believe in Fate; you've said so often enough, anyway. Well, you're my Fate, Lucy. God! I haven't mentioned love to you, but if I had words to tell you . . . The very sight of you drives me crazy; the tones of your voice; the way you sometimes blink your eyes, as though you were a million miles away—Lucy, I've run around after you like a pet pup, for a year, and now—" "Now the mongrel bites, eh?" she interjected. When the scurvy bastian Vizcaino, set foot on California at Ballast Point on little did they realize and twenty years later would be the c industry. Neither daily intake of lemcurvy, for it was r physician in the Bridgfact the fact that lawwarded off that d that time, seafarin career for a sound food and water made evitable. Ballast Point, whi Spanish explorer, half-way from San Loma. Surrounding vast Chula Vista, brook and Escondido comprising 4,460 acres trees and 530 acres. When Vizcaino arrives, navigators and San Diego, the courti Indians and there wreativation. They were harbors for trading they had been told country would be a district; they would be d in derision. If San Diego Cou have anything to say will be rid of scurvy through their Sunk educating the public lemon and other ch safeguard their health ladies as scurvy and The automobile truck two cars for every good old illver day lilies in every car three or four. ANAHEIM GAZETTE AY-CARE SOMERS ROCHE DONALD RILEY "He's only barking now," he told her, "but he will bite." She shook her head. 'No I don't think so. He'll be afraid of the whip.' "Get this into your pretty head, and make it stick there," he cried. 'Where you're concerned I just teetotally don't give a damn! I always thought that men who went blah over one particular woman were weakneed soft-heads. But I've changed my mind. You...you...oh, I can't make it clear, but you...observe the sun for me, Lucy. There's a cloud always before me, and if I turn my head to look the other way, the cloud is still there. It's you, you all the time everywhere. If some one speaks to me it's your voice I hear. A girl dances in the theater and it's Lucy Harkness's face I see. "A magazine, a newspaper supplement prints pictures of women and they're all photographs of you. Your name is in the headlines; it's on the signs along the road. I tell you, Lucy, this is real, this is honest-to-God. I've never told you, never asked you to marry me, but... you've known." "Yes, I've known, of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy, why did you come? Was it because?" "It was because, solely, you won the race. No other reason. I've never shirked an issue, never avoided a problem. Fate meant me to come here tonight. But I've told you this a dozen times." "And don't you think that Fate also means us to care for each other?" "I've answered that before, Tim, but I'll answer it again. I'd rather be dead" U.S.C. and Utah In Basketball Games Friday and Saturday at Shrine Auditorium Slowly but surely mastering the intricacies of the Barry system of offensive and defensive play, the University of Southern California quintet is in preparation this week for the two intersections contests to be played with the Utah Agricultural College five at the Shrine Auditorium on December 27th and 28th. Dick Romney, coach of the Aggie outfit and one of the leading mentors in the Rocky Mountain Conference, is bringing twelve players with him for the Southern California invasion and expects to give the Trojan team a hard fight for the two games. Although Coach Barry of the Trojans has had Jack Gardner and Bill Pierce, forwards; Frank Smith, center; and Capt. Johnny Lehners and Wilbur Caldwell, guards, start the past few games, he still is experimenting with other players in the hope of finding his most effective combination before the opening of the Pacific Coast Conference season. Barry is spending a good deal of time with Gordon Boelter, diminutive monogram winner from last year's squad; Herman Hirdler, two-year veteran whose floor game in the L.A.A.C. contest was the best of the evening; Aaron "Nibs"-Nibley, regular for the past two seasons, and Henry Cano, another regular of two years experience. These men are all forwardeds and if they can show a little bit more consistency in their work, any of them may displace Gardner or Pierce before the important games are played. Jesse Mortensen, All-Pacific Coast star for two years, is still out for football and will not be able to don a basketball unite until after the Pittsburgh game on New Year's Day. Barry considers Mortensen as his best prospect and he may displace Frank Smith at theivot position when he puts up his football togs, although the Santa Monica selling bank, including all the fiduciary and trust obligations of said The First National Bank of Anaheim so transferred. This notice is given pursuant to the requirements of Section 31 of the said Bank Act. Dated: December 7th, 1929. THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF ANAHEIM By H. H. BENJAMIN, President, and O. E. HANSEN, Cashier. BANK OF AMERICA OF CALIFORNIA By G. M. McCLERKIN. Vice-President and R. P. A. EVERARD. Secretary. NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST Whereas, by a certain Deed of Trust, dated October 3, 1928, recorded November 2, 1928, in Book 208, Page 428, of Official Records, Records of Orange County, California, to which record reference is hereby made for all of the provisions thereof, Arthur Petersen and Alma Petersen, husband and wife, did grant and convey the real property therein described, being the real property hereinafter described, to the Southern Counties Securities Company, a corporation of Anaheim, California, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of one certain promissory note dated October 3, 1928. marry me, but . . . you've known." "Yes, I've known, of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy, why did you come? Was it because—" "It was because, solely, you won the race. No other reason. I've never shirked an issue, never avoided a problem. Fate meant me to come here tonight. But I've told you this a dozen times." "And don't you think that Fate also means us to care for each other?" "I've answered that before, Tim, but I'll answer it again. I'd rather be dead than let your hands rest upon me; I'd rather be dead and condemned to eternal hell than let you kiss me. Now, is the answer clear?" "Later, sheer, stark panic overwhelmed her. She was trapped, caught at what mercy this beast, this madman, chose to extend to her. And even as she recognized this fact a knock sounded upon the door. Stevens' voice came through the panels. It held a quality of excitement that she had never noted in his tones before. It was almost as though he had been drinking heavily and was fighting hard not to show the effect of the liquor. Yet there had not been time, since he left him, for him to become intoxicated. "Lucy, I want to talk to you," he said. The maddest panic swept over her, obliterating sanity. The door was flimsy, would give way, despite the bolt, at the least onslaught. Tim Stevens had dared plan an abduction and carry it through. He might not go to further lengths, but how could she tell? If she opened the door . . . if she failed to open the door and he crashed through it. She would rather die than plead with Tim Stevens. She had never begged of any one in all her life; she would not begin now. Yet she could not fight; a screaming, scratching woman lost all dignity, confessed her weakness by her very defense. Panic passed; although her act was mad to the point of suicide, her actions were cool, deliberate. This was Devil-May-Care, who made her decisions on instant impulse, but who carried them through as calmly as though they had been thought over for months. She opened the port-hole—really a window—of her cabin, and dived cleanly into the Gulf Stream. She was conscious of no shock as she went below the gleaming waters. It was one of those nights when semitropical Florida is really tropical, and the difference between the temperature of air and water was very slight. She didn't bother to swim beneath the surface for any appreciable distance. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK California Atones For Past Hardships When the scurvy-ridden crew of Sebastian Vizcaino, second whiteman an to marry me, but . . . you've known." "Yes, I've known, of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy, why did you come? Was it because—" "It was because, solely, you won the race. No other reason. I've never shirked an issue, never avoided a problem. Fate meant me to come here tonight. But I've told you this a dozen times." "And don't you think that Fate also means us to care for each other?" "I've answered that before, Tim, but I'll answer it again. I'd rather be dead than let your hands rest upon me; I'd rather be dead and condemned to eternal hell than let you kiss me. Now, is the answer clear?" "Later, sheer, stark panic overwhelmed her. She was trapped, caught at what mercy this beast, this madman, chose to extend to her. And even as she recognized this fact a knock sounded upon the door. Stevens' voice came through the panels. It held a quality of excitement that she had never noted in his tones before. It was almost as though he had been drinking heavily and was fighting hard not to show the effect of the liquor. Yet there had not been time, since he left him, for him to become intoxicated. "Lucy, I want to talk to you," he said. The maddest panic swept over her, obliterating sanity. The door was flimsy, would give way, despite the bolt, at the least onslaught. Tim Stevens had dared plan an abduction and carry it through. He might not go to further lengths, but how could she tell? If she opened the door . . . if she failed to open the door and he crashed through it. She would rather die than plead with Tim Stevens. She had never begged of any one in all her life; she would not begin now. Yet she could not fight; a screaming, scratching woman lost all dignity, confessed her weakness by her very defense. Panic passed; although her act was mad to the point of suicide, her actions were cool, deliberate. This was Devil-May-Care, who made her decisions on instant impulse, but who carried them through as calmly as though they had been thought over for months. She opened the port-hole—really a window—of her cabin, and dived cleanly into the Gulf Stream. She was conscious of no shock as she went below the gleaming waters. It was one of those nights when semitropical Florida is really tropical, and the difference between the temperature of air and water was very slight. She didn't bother to swim beneath the surface for any appreciable distance. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK California Atones For Past Hardships When the scurvy-ridden crew of Sebastian Vizcaino, second whiteman an to marry me, but . . . you've known." "Yes, I've known, of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy, why did you come? Was it because—" "It was because, solely, you won the race. No other reason. I've never shirked an issue, never avoided a problem. Fate meant me to come here tonight. But I've told you this a dozen times." "And don't you think that Fate also means us to care for each other?" "I've answered that before, Tim, but I'll answer it again. I'd rather be dead than let your hands rest upon me; I'd rather be dead and condemned to eternal hell than let you kiss me. Now, is the answer clear?" "Later, sheer, stark panic overwhelmed her. She was trapped, caught at what mercy this beast, this madman, chose to extend to her. And even as she recognized this fact a knock sounded upon the door. Stevens' voice came through the panels. It held a quality of excitement that she had never noted in his tones before. It was almost as though he had been drinking heavily and was fighting hard not to show the effect of the liquor. Yet there had not been time, since he left him, for him to become intoxicated." "Lucy, I want to talk to you," he said. The maddest panic swept over her, obliterating sanity. The door was flimsy, would give way, despite the bolt, at the least onslaught. Tim Stevens had dared plan an abduction and carry it through. He might not go to further lengths, but how could she tell? If she opened the door . . . if she failed to open the door and he crashed through it. She would rather die than plead with Tim Stevens. She had never begged of any one in all her life; she would not begin now. Yet she could not fight; a screaming, scratching woman lost all dignity, confessed her weakness by her very defense. Panic passed; although her act was mad to the point of suicide, her actions were cool, deliberate. This was Devil-May-Care, who made her decisions on instant impulse, but who carried them through as calmly as though they had been thought over for months. She opened the port-hole—really a window—of her cabin, and dived cleanly into the Gulf Stream. She was conscious of no shock as she went below the gleaming waters. It was one of those nights when semitropical Florida is really tropical, and the difference between the temperature of air and water was very slight. She didn't bother to swim beneath the surface for any appreciable distance. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK California Atones For Past Hardships When the scurvy-ridden crew of Sebastian Vizcaino, second whITEM an to marry me, but . . . you've known." "Yes, I've known, of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy, why did you come? Was it because—" "It was because, solely, you won the race. No other reason. I've never shirked an issue, never avoided a problem. Fate meant me to come here tonight. But I've told you this a dozen times." "And don't you think that Fate also means us to care for each other?" "I've answered that before, Tim, but I'll answer it again. I'd rather be dead than let your hands rest upon me; I'd rather be dead and condemned to eternal hell than let you kiss me. Now, is the answer clear?" "Later, sheer, stark panic overwhelmed her. She was trapped, caught at what mercy this beast, this madman, chose to extend to her. And even as she recognized this fact a knock sounded upon the door. Stevens' voice came through the panels. It held a quality of excitement that she had never noted in his tones before. It was almost as though he had been drinking heavily and was fighting hard not to show the effect of the liquor. Yet there had not been time, since he left him, for him to become intoxicated." "Lucy, I want to talk to you," he said. The maddest panic swept over her, obliterating sanity. The door was flimsy, would give way, despite the bolt, at the least onslaught. Tim Stevens had dared plan an abduction and carry it through. He might not go to further lengths, but how could she tell? If she opened the door . . . if she failed to open the door and he crashed through it. She would rather die than plead with Tim Stevens. She had never begged of any one in all her life; she would not begin now. Yet she could not fight; a screaming, scratching woman lost all dignity, confessed her weakness by her very defense. Panic passed; although her act was mad to the point of suicide, her actions were cool, deliberate. This was Devil-May-Care, who made her decisions on instant impulse, but who carried them through as calmly as though they had been thought over for months. She opened the port-hole—really a window—of her cabin，and dived cleanly into the Gulf Stream. She was conscious of no shock as she went below the gleaming waters. It was one of those nights when semitropical Florida is really tropical，and the difference between the temperature of air and water was very slight.She didn't bother to swim beneath the surface for any appreciable distance. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK California Atones For Past Hardships When the scurvy-ridden crew of Sebastian Vizcaino，second whITEM an to marry me，but . . . you've known." "Yes，I've known，of course," she admitted. He snatched at her admission. "And you came here tonight—Lucy，why did you come? Was it because—" "It was because，solely，you won the race。No other reason。It's always season for two years，is still out for football and will not be able to do his basketball uncle until after the Pittsburgh game on New Year's Day.Barry considers Mortensen as his best prospect and he may displace Frank Smith at the position when he puts up his football toys，although the Santa Monica boy is at present the Trojan's leading scorer. Roderick M "oose" Thompson and Ray Harris，now on the second string，are giving Capt Johnny Lehners and Caldwell a hard battle for the first-string guard berths. VIOLATING LAWS California hunters and fishers enriched the state treasury by $8420 during the past season for violation of state laws regulating pursuit of game. Director of Natural Resources Fred G.G Steven announced that 251 arrests were made to procure this sum Only 21 cases were dismissed and eight are still pending. The fines collected are compared by Stevenot with the 1928 total，which was $8520. WATER FOWL REFuge Location for a Southern California Water Fowl Refuge is being sought by the advisory committee on Water Fowl，according to Fred G.S Stevenot，director of State department of natural resources. A site at the southern end of Salton Sea，at the mouths o fthe Alamo and New Rivers，is being investigated by the committee. Conditions there appear favorable to the location of a refuge，它 is said. Columbia University has a phonographic record that contains more than 200 dialects，but on an average night it's possible hear that many on the radio. TIMETABLE In effect June 9，1989 A.T.A.S.F.R.Y Coast Lines Trails to Los Angeles No 79 6:35 A.M. No 71 11:25 A.M. No 58 3:41 P.M. No 73 4:55 P.M. No 75 8:52 P.M. Trails from Los Angeles No 78 2:00 A.M. No 72 10:15 A.M. No 74 2:28 P.M. No 76 8:11 P.M. No 52，San Bernardino Train，5:20 P.M.(Arrive Fullerton 6:00 P.M.) Trails from Los Angeles No 78 2:00 A.M. No 72 10:15 A.M. No 74 2:28 P.M. No 76 8:11 P.M. Whereas，by a certain Deed of Trust，dated October 3，1928，recorded November 2，1929， in Book 208，Page 428，of Official Records，Records of Orange County，a notice of above mentioned breach and default and Notice of Its Election to cause The Property described in said Deed of Trust to be sold by said Southern Counties Securities Company，在 accordance with the provisions of said Deed of Trust，which notice of default and of election to sell was duly recorded in Book 299，Page 319，of Official Records of Orange County；and Whereas，更 than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said Notice and all of the sums and obligations secured by said Deed of Trust remain unpaid；and The Trustee's Fees and expenses of sale incurred and so be incurred necessary to the execution of the trusts contained in said Deed of Trust are estimated at $117.50，和the re-payment due California Atones For Past Hardships When the scurvy-ridden crew of Sebastian Vizcaino, second whiten an to set foot on California territory, arrived at Ballast Point on November 10, 1609, little did they realize that three hundred and twenty years later the same country would be the center of the lemon industry. Neither did they know that daily intake of lemon juice prevented scurvy, for it was not until 1795 that a physician in the British Navy established the fact that lemon or lime, juice warded off that dread disease. Until that time, seafaring was a dangerous career for a sound man, as wretched food and water made scurvy almost inevitable. Ballast Point, where Vizcaino, the Spanish explorer, landed, lies half-way from San Diego to Point Loma. Surrounding San Diego are the vast Chula Vista, Lemongrove, Fullbrook and Escondido lemon districts, comprising 4,460 acres of bearing lemon trees and 530 acres of nonbearing trees. When Vizcaino and his crew of soldiers, navigators and priests landed near San Diego, the country was habited by Indians and there were no signs of cultivation. They were searching for good harbors for trading purposes and if they had been told that someday this country would be a great agricultural district, they would no doubt have hooted in derision. If San Diego County lemon growers have anything to say about it, the world will be rid of scurvy forever, for they, through their Sunkist advertising, are educating the public constantly to drink lemon and other citrus fruit juices to safeguard their health against such maladies as scurvy and acidosis. The automobile trade slogan is now "two cars for every family." In the good old silver days it was "two families in every car." And sometimes three or four. NOTICE OF SALE BY THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF ANAHEIM OF ITS BUSINESS, PROPERTY AND ASSETS, AND ITS TRUST DEPARTMENT, THE BUSINESS THEREOF, AND ALL ITS COURT AND PRIVATE TRUSTS, TO BANK OF AMERICA OF CALIFORNIA. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN, that by agreement dated November 27th, 1929, and pursuant to the authority given by Section 31 of the Bank Act of the State of California, The First National Bank of Anaheim, a National Association having its office and principal place of business in Anaheim, California, has sold, assigned and transferred all of its property, assets and business, including its deposit liability, and including also its trust Department and the whole of the business thereof, and all its court and private trusts to Bank of America of California, a banking corporation organized and existing under the laws of the State of California, and having its principal place of business in said City of Los Angeles, California, and said Bank of America of California above named has purchased the aforesaid property, assets and business, including its deposits liability, said trust department and the whole of the business thereof, and all of said court and private trusts, and has by said agreement assumed the aforesaid deposit liability, and all other liabilities of said DEED OF TRUST to satisfy the obligations secured by said Deed of Trust which notice of default and election to sell was duly recorded in Book 299, Page 319, Of Official Records of Orange County; and WHEREAS, more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said Notice and all of the sums and obligations secured by said Deed of Trust remain unpaid; and The Trustee's Fees and expenses of sale incurred and to be incurred necessary to the execution of the trusts contained in said Deed of Trust are estimated at $117.50, and the re-payment of sum is also secured by said Deed of Trust. NOW THEREFORE, pursuant to said Notice recorded August 12, 1929, and to the above mentioned demand of July 8, 1929, and in accordance with the terms and under the authority of the hereinabove mentioned Deed of Trust, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Southern Counties Securities Company will, on the 14th day of December, 1929, at the hour of eleven A.M., of said day at the South Front door of the Orange County Court House in the City of Santa Ana, California, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, sell at Public Auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described property situated in the County of Orange, State of California, and described as follows: to-wit: Lot Nine (9), Block "C" in Tract Number 524, as per map thereof recorded in Book 22, at Page 1, of Micellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County, California; Being the property described in said Deed of Trust, or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the Southern Counties Securities Company has hereunto caused its corporate name to be signed and its corporate seal to be affixed by its President and Secretary thereunto duly authorized by its Board of Directors this 14th day of November, 1829. (Corporate Seal) Southern Counties Securities Company, By W. H. Kidd, President. By Joseph L. Mennes, Secretary. ANAHEIM'S NESS AND PROFESSIONAL DIRECTORY Clarence A. Neighbors M. S., M. D. Bank of Italy Bldg, Suite 318 Phones: Office 1655 Res. 378R Diseases of the Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Glasses Fitted. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:20 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction House, S. Lemon St., Anaheim. Private sales all the time. For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Bargain Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 311 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Phone 341-J Residence 887 S. Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 341-M Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles St. Anaheim, California YOUR CAR PAINTED Johnston-Wickett Clinic YOUR CAR PAINTED Fenders Redilished, Any Color, $2.50 Each Two Colors— 86 Hours Service $50 Eight coats of genuine Egyptian lacquer. Act now and you save almost half. It costs you nothing to investigate. LOUIS HENNIG AUTO PAINTER 200 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim, Phone 51 Johnston-Wickett Clinic ANAHEIM, CALIF. Hours: 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. Phone 387-J Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. Phone 1377 Kluthe's Used Furniture House Furniture Bought, Sold, Exchanged. Open Evenings Until 8 L. H. KLUTHE, Proprietor 201 So. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 870 HILGENFELD'S FUNREAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway Anaheim, California Office Hours: 9 to 12, 2 to 5 Phone 221-W DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 312 No. Lemon Street Anaheim California —HOLLY WREATHS— Macres-Florist Largest Assortment of CHISTMAS. TREES in Orange County Next to Fremont School, Center St. Phone Anaheim 652 Day or Night DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 312 No. Lemon Street Anaheim California Largest Assortment of CHISTMAS. TREES in Orange County Next to Fremont School, Center St. Phone Anaheim 852 Day or Night M. ELTISTE & CO. Inc. Are Showing New Lines of IMPLEMENTS, TRACTORS, TRUCKS —AT— 312-814 No. Los Angeles, Anaheim 405 E. 9th St., Santa Ana Does Your Roof Leak? Let us tell you how little it costs to re-roof with Wood or Composition Shingles or Roofing Paper Ganahl-Grim Lumber Company 501 E. Center St. Phone 35 Anaheim, Calif. ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 317 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. 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