anaheim-gazette 1930-08-28

Miss Nobody from Nowhere BY ELIZABETH JORDAN Eleventh Installment WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE A young woman who knows only that her name is "Eve" finds herself standing on a Fifth Avenue corner. She has no idea how she came there or what city it is. There is nothing about her with which to identify herself. While a policeman is talking to her a young man, Eric Hamilton, stops. Seeking that she is in trouble he tells her he has seen her at the hotel where they are both stopping. He takes her to the hotel where they find that she had registered in French as "Miss Eve Nobody of Nowhere." Hamilton volunteers to call in his friend Dr. Carrington, a specialist in nervous tables. Eve terrified eludes the doctor and through a French porter in the hotel, who says he once saw her in France but does not remember her name, she finds a cheap apartment in an obscure part of town. In the next apartment lives Ivy Davenport, a cabaret dancer with a weak heart. She is friendly, and persuades Eve to go to "Jake's" and take her place until she is better. Her job at Jake's is to entertain men at the tables and to dance with them. The other girls there are crude but kindly and Eve finds the work not as difficult as she had expected. She is known there as Miss Emerson. She meets a young man named Hunt, who frankly tells her that she doesn't belong there. Eve does not like the atmosphere of Jake's, but she does not know how to do anything else, or thinks she doesn't, so when Ivy is able to get back to work she accepts the offer of a permanent job which Jake gives her. One evening when she is talking to the friendly young man named Hunt one of the other girls tells her there's a man from the West whom Jake wants her to entertain. The man from the West is a total stranger to Eve, so far she can recall. No memory of past life has yet returned, but the stranger acts and talks as if they were intimate friends. His manner suggests that he has some claim upon her, and Eve is terrified. Her instinct is to find Erie Hamilton, the one friendly figure in her new life. She escapes from Jake's by a back-way and buries to the hotel where Hamilton lives. colored hair. When last seen she wore a green dress with gold cuffs and collar, a small green hat, patent-leather pumps, and champagne-colored silk stockings. A liberal reward will be offered for information leading to her return to her friends. Address X 50, in care of this newspaper. For a moment she could not speak. He waited patiently. "When did that appear?" she asked at last. "About a week after you left." "Did you—she seemed almost unable to bring out the words—'do anything about it?' "Nothing you would disapprove of," he told her, and added hurriedly. "That is, nothing that would give you away if you didn't want to be found." It was clear that she breathed more freely, and even as he observed this she commented on it with the insight into her own situation which had surprised him from the first. "God knows I need to be found and taken care of by my own people, if I have any," she confessed with a sigh. Yet, as I've just told you, I'm as much afraid now of being found as of not being found. What I'd really like," she desperately added, "is to come back to myself, and to know who I am, without any one else knowing it till I decided what to do. What I couldn't endure would be to be in any one else's power in my present condition." He understood. "It's a subconscious fear," he agreed. "The chances are that your large friend of last night is back of it in some way." "Tell me exactly what you did, and all about it." "I wrote an unsigned letter to X will be cheap, which is mine and they will be a disgrace my second. But I don't I'll do about my hair; thoughtfully. 'I suppose dyeing it dark brown.'" "Oh, don't!" "I'll have to do something minded him." My hair unusual, you know. "It is," he fervently asking her with eyes so clogged refused to meet them. "Beautiful hair I've ever seen in it—" "That one detail might away," she went on, ignoring plummet; but she made up her next words. "You say I'm a trifle afraid trusting you with all my sins as I know them, myself." "I know you are," and you how much I appreciate evidence. That reminds me more." He took a package of an inside pocket and handed her. "These credentials Carrick, got here—a few days left. I showed them to want you to look them Please!" he urged as she held it trusted you without murmured, as she handed it know you did... up point. Now I'm going to promise to keep me posted on," he rushed along. "Right to ask, but, some think I could stand another night and nights like those I before I got your note. It sense that I had lost it." "I promised myself I will tell you were normal again leaving that way and..." NOW-GO ON WITH THE STORY "I really must be a rather good sport, somewhere under all this," she told herself. For the impluse was the unexpected one of walking in on Hamilton in all her garish finery when he came to her sitting-room, of making no explanations of it, and of watching its effect on him. "But I won't do it," she stoutly decided; and when his knock fell on the panel of the outer door she hid her excitement and emotion by making her explanation while they shook hands. "Don't look at me," she begged, trying to speak lightly. "I'm in the chambermaid's Sunday plumage, and it doesn't suit my style." But he did look at her as they sat down together; and that look of sympathy and understanding brought the story of last night from her in a rush of words which he was careful not to interrupt. "So you see, it comes to this," she summed up: "I'm even more afraid of knowing who I am than of not knowing it. I'm afraid of what's on the other side of my blank wall. He's there; I'm sure of that. And I'm sure, with nothing but my terror to back the conviction, that he was the danger I ran away from. And yet, as I think of it, he doesn't look like a man one would fear. There was nothing cruel in his X Fifty wasn't showing his hand any more than we were. He wanted to know all I could tell him (I'm assuming that it was a man, you see), and he was rather high-handed about it. That, of course, didn't make any hit with Carrick and me. We decided that a family circle wouldn't be so cautious. In fact, the whole situation looked extremely suspicious to us." "I can't see a family circle, either," she murmured. "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion. "I can't see anything. What have I done... what could I have done... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone. "I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out. Please go on, and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, wanting you to look them Please! he urged as she went to look them. "I trusted you without murmured, as she handed me. Now I'm going to promise to keep me posted on," he rushed along. "I right to ask, but, some think I could stand another and nights like those I before I got your note. It the sense that I had lost it." "I promised myself I will till you were normal again leaving that way, and my danger and my fear of the look of things. I will know that it isn't just the help of a friendly strangling you. It's the interest a man who loves you." "When you're well, Eve continued steadily." "I'm going to marry me. I want to do to making you happy, if you me. But in any case let look after you right now." An instant, then added: all, I won't mention it again, or till you tell me of it." "I don't know what to she murmured." "I oughtt speak of such things. You following a shadow. When keep out in the sunshine belong, and forget about me." "I like the shadows you're among them," he said pressed the hand she impaled out and went on in a newly matter-of-fact. "That's that, and I won't it again. I just wanted clear to you that some of you're first in the world by." Eve left the hotel through vants' entrance, as befittedance, and walked across Avenue. There she picked cab and ordered herself nearest large department store. Eve, keeping close to her selected a simple black one of good quality, a severed and a small black cloth hood. "Could I go to movin' jig the minister in these?" as she revolved before the new outfit. Continued Next W STATE RENDE HEALTH SE Making Notable Advance Span of Life Has Increased California has made notable advances in saving lives of children down together; and that look of sympathy and understanding brought the story of last night from her in a rush of words which he was careful not to interrupt. "So you see, it comes to this," she summed up: "I'm even more afraid of knowing who I am than of not knowing it. I'm afraid of what's on the other side of my blank wall. He's there; I'm sure of that. And I'm sure, with nothing but my terror to back the conviction, that he was the danger I ran away from. And yet, as I think of it, he doesn't look like a man one would fear. There was nothing cruel in his manner—quite the contrary. He seemed to be suffering; once he almost broke down. But all the time I was cold with fear." Hamilton nodded. "There's something back of it," he said. "I've got several pieces of the puzzle to put with yours. We'll talk it all over later on. But first—" he saw the need of temporarily diverting her mind to other phases of her problem—"why did you run away from us?" "I seem to be running away all the time," she said, "and to-day I suppose I'll end by running away again, notwithstanding all I've said." She shivered. "I suppose I shouldn't take the risk of being in the same city with that man, who ever he is." She had expected him to protest, but he nodded. "Yes," he said, "they're evidently on your trail, whoever they're." Did this man arouse any memory in you...any sense that you knew him...and seen him before? "No memory—only paralyzing fear. But, of course I must know him, and it was hideously clear that he knew me and felt himself in some sort of authority over me." She was struck by a sudden recollection. "What were the important things you said you wanted to tell me?" "The most important is about this." He drew a bill-case from his pocket and found in it a small piece of paper which he unfolded and handed to her. It was a cutting from a newspaper, and as she read it her face whitened. It ran: WANTED: Information about a young lady who disappeared on August 30th. Twenty-three years old, weight about one hundred and eighteen pounds, height five feet five inches, gray eyes, small, regular features, bobbed, bronze- "Yes," she admitted, "in my borrowed clothes. Margaret's wardrobe has given me an idea. I've got to buy new clothes of course. What I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. They she murmured. "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion. "I can't see anything. What have I done ... what could I have done ... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone. "I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out. Please go on, and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, each of us trying to draw out the other. Meantime the advertisement kept appearing. It was in regularly for a week. Since then I haven't seen it, or heard from X Fifty. It looks as if he had given up. So I decided to leave town, myself, and had made all my preparations; but for some reason I hung on and—Jove!—how glad I am that I did! "He hasn't given up," Eve said, from the depths of a black abstraction. "He's just going at it in some other way." She had not observed his emotion, but now she noticed his silence and checked herself to meet his sympathetic eyes. "I wonder why I said that," she mused. "It sounds as if under it all, I had some definite knowledge . . ." She broke off. "It's lucky I've left the green dress and the green hat behind me forever," she continued in a lighter tone. "Is there any way they can trace me through those things?" "I don't think so. If your janitor—Smith, did you say? —reads the newspapers, he may have seen the advertisement. But, as I've said, hosts of newspaper-readers never dream of looking at the personal columns. Take the men in this hotel, for example. Even if you had been right here, wearing the green hat and dress, they probably wouldn't have noticed what you had on. Your disappearing so suddenly and leaving those clothes may mean, of course, that everything you left in the apartment will have a sharp inspection; but even that wouldn't carry the investigation very far. You're very well disguised now." "Yes," she admitted, "in my borrowed clothes. Margaret's wardrobe has given me an idea. I've got to buy new clothes of course. What I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. They she murmured." "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion. "I can't see anything. What have I done ... what could I have done ... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone. "I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out. Please go on, and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, each of us trying to draw out the other. Meantime the advertisement kept appearing. It was in regularly for a week. Since then I haven't seen it, or heard from X Fifty. It looks as if he had given up. So I decided to leave town, myself, and had made all my preparations; but for some reason I hung on and—Jove!—how glad I am that I did! "He hasn't given up," Eve said, from the depths of a black abstraction. "He's just going at it in some other way." She had not observed his emotion, but now she noticed his silence and checked herself to meet his sympathetic eyes. "I wonder why I said that," she mused. "It sounds as if under it all, I had some definite knowledge . . ." She broke off. "It's lucky I've left the green dress and the green hat behind me forever," she continued in a lighter tone. "Is there any way they can trace me through those things?" "I don't think so. If your janitor—Smith, did you say? —reads the newspapers, he may have seen the advertisement. But, as I've said, hosts of newspaper-readers never dream of looking at the personal columns. Take the men in this hotel, for example. Even if you had been right here, wearing the green hat and dress, they probably wouldn't have noticed what you had on. Your disappearing so suddenly and leaving those clothes may mean, of course, that everything you left in the apartment will have a sharp inspection; but even that wouldn't carry the investigation very far. You're very well disguised now." "Yes," she admitted, "in my borrowed clothes. Margaret's wardrobe has given me an idea. I've got to buy new clothes of course. What I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. They she murmured." "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion. "I can't see anything. What have I done ... what could I have done ... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone. "I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out. Please go on, and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, each of us trying to draw out the other. Meantime the advertisement kept appearing. It was in regularly for a week. Since then I haven't seen it, or heard from X Fifty. It looks as if he had given up. So I decided to leave town, myself, and had made all my preparations; but for some reason I hung on and—Jove!—how glad I am that I did! "He hasn't given up," Eve said, from the depths of a black abstraction. "He's just going at it in some other way." She had not observed his emotion, but now she noticed his silence and checked herself to meet his sympathetic eyes. "I wonder why I said that," she mused. "It sounds as if under it all, I had some definite knowledge . . ." She broke off. "It's lucky I've left the green dress and the green hat behind me forever," she continued in a lighter tone. "Is there any way they can trace me through those things?" "I don't think so. If your janitor—Smith, did you say? —reads the newspapers, he may have seen the advertisement. But, as I've said, hosts of newspaper-readers never dream of looking at the personal columns. Take the men in this hotel, for example. Even if you had been right here, wearing the green hat and dress, they probably wouldn't have noticed what you had on. Your disappearing so suddenly and leaving those clothes may mean, of course, that everything you left in the apartment will have a sharp inspection; but even that wouldn't carry the investigation very far. You're very well disguised now." "Yes," she admitted, "in my borrowed clothes. Margaret's wardrobe has given me an idea. I've got to buy new clothes of course. What I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. They she murmured." "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion. "I can't see anything. What have I done ... what could I have done ... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone. "I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out. Please go on, and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, each of us trying to draw out the other. Meantime the advertisement kept appearing. It was in regularly for a week. Since then I haven't seen it, or heard from X Fifty. It looks as if he had given up. So I decided to leave town, myself, and had made all my preparations; but for some reason I hung on and—Jove!—how glad I am that I did! "He hasn't given up," Eve said, from the depths of a black abstraction. "He's just going at it in some other way." She had not observed his emotion, but now she noticed his silence and checked herself to meet his sympathetic eyes. "I wonder why I said that," she mused. "It sounds as if under it all, I had some definite knowledge . . ." She broke off. "It's lucky I've left the green dress and the green hat behind me forever," she continued in a lighter tone. "Is there any way they can trace me through those things?" "I don't think so. If your janitor—Smith, did you say? —reads the newspapers, he may have seen the advertisement. But, as I've said, hosts of newspaper-readers never dream of looking at the personal columns. Take the men in this hotel, for example. Even if you had been right here, wearing the green hat and dress, they probably wouldn't have noticed what you had on. Your disappearing so suddenly and leaving those clothes may mean, of course, that everything you left in the apartment will have a sharp inspection; but even that wouldn't carry the investigation very far. You're very well disguised now." "Yes," she admitted, "in my borrowed clothes. Margaret's wardrobe has given me an idea. I've got to buy new clothes of course. What I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. They she murmured." "But then—God help me!" she broke out with sudden passion."I can't see anything." What have I done ... what could I have done ... to deserve this!" "Sit tight," he urged, and the familiar injunction steadied her. She straightened with a quick breath. "I beg your pardon," she said in a different tone."I'm making it harder for you, instead of listening and helping to think things out.Please go on,and I'll try to do better." "Half a dozen notes were exchanged in the next few days," he told her, each of us trying to draw out the other.Meantime the advertisement kept appearing.It was in regularly for a week.Since then I haven't seen it or heard from X Fifty.I'll get will be the plain black dress and plain black hat and plain black pumps of a nice little waltress with quiet tastes. California has made notable advances span of life among adults through medical rest. But emphals must be needed of devoting more health of individuals past. The span of life has not spite of trumpets or precise. Dr.Walter M.Dickle,District department of public an advocate of directing an investigation middle age. Statistics indicate that from diabetes has increased California in the past ten years. Dickle said. Cancer has also shown mortality as well as disease circulatory system and other typical adult life. Individuals past middle age escaped mortality hazards an extent as have younger people must direct our attention to them. Diabetes deaths have doubled in the past ten years of health department staff were 1043 deaths from their 1929. Medical men state that cause of development of diabetes known but two factors importance are obesity or disease.$5 per cent$of 50 years of age contracting are overweight. The most important thing to consider and to obtain grade medical attention proper diet,and insulin if ed according to Dr.Dickle essential things to avoid are in personal hygiene and oral quack remedies and unnecessary prehension over their condition body here JORDAN will be cheap, which is my first reason, and they will be a disguise, which is my second. But I don't know what I'll do about my hair," she added thoughtfully. "I suppose I'll end by lyeing it dark brown." "Oh, don't!" "I'll have to do something," she reminded him. "My hair is rather unusual, you know." "It is," he fervently agreed, watching her with eyes so eloquent that she refused to meet them. "It's the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. The lights on it—" "That one detail might give me away," she went on, ignoring the compliment; but she made up for this in her next words. "You see, though I say I'm a trifle afraid of you, I'm trusting you with all my plans, as far as I know them, myself." "I know you are, and I can't tell how much I appreciate your confidence. That reminds me of some more." He took a package of papers from an inside pocket and handed them to her. "These credentials I wanted for Carrick, got here a few days after you left. I showed them to him, and I want you to look them over, too. Please!" he urged as she hesitated. "I trusted you without these," Eve murmured, as she handed them back. "I know you did... up to a certain point. Now I'm going to ask you to promise to keep me posted from now on," he rushed along. "I haven't any right to ask, but, somehow, I don't think I could stand another two days and nights like those I went through before I got your note. It wasn't alone the sense that I had lost you." "I promised myself I wouldn't speak ill you were normal again. But your leaving that way, and now this new HINTS OF HOME CHOCOLATE Chocolate is somewhat out of fashion in the summer. Quite rightly. Why eat chocolate layer cake when we may eat strawberry short-cake? Why pour hot chocolate sauce over our ice cream when we may have crushed raspberries instead? And so on down the line, contrasting the deliciousness of summer fruits with the always-available taste of chocolate. Yet most of us like chocolate. And chocolate has the big advantage of being always there—always on the pantry shelf, not given to mildew and soft spots if the weather gets warm or damp, not fluctuating in price according to droughts and cloudbursts. So the housewife turns to chocolate even in mid-summer, thankful for its useful, stand-by qualities. Here are some good recipes for using it: Chocolate Pudding Melt an ounce and a half of chocolate in a double boiler, and add a tablespoon and a half of cornstarch mixed with three-quarters of a cup of sugar. Stir till smooth. Add two cups of hot milk, stirring slowly as you add it, and cook for twenty-five minutes, stirring from time to time. Then a beaten egg yolk and a teaspoon of vanilla. Pour into a baking dish, cover with a meringue, brown in the oven, and serve vary cold, with or without cream. Chocolate Bread Sift together two and a quarter cups of flour, five teaspoons of baking powder, a quarter of a cup of sugar, three tablespoons of cocoa and a teaspoon of salt. Add an egg beaten in a cup of milk, and three tablespoons of cooking oil or fat. Mix, and then add a third of a cup of nuts. Bake slowly in a loaf for about forty minutes. Chocolate Jelly One pint of boiling water, two pinches of salt, one and a half squares of chocolate, one-third package of gelatine, two level tablespoons of sugar, one teaspoon of vanilla. Put the water want you to look them over, too. "Please!" he urged as she hesitated. "I trusted you without these," Eve murmured, as she handed them back. "I know you did... up to a certain point. Now I'm going to ask you to promise to keep me posted from now on," he rushed along. "I haven't any right to ask, but, somehow, I don't think I could stand another two days and nights like those I went through before I got your note. It wasn't alone the sense that I had lost you. "I promised myself I wouldn't speak till you were normal again. But your leaving that way, and now this new danger and your fear of it changes the look of things. I want you to know that it isn't just the interest and help of a friendly stranger I'm offering you. It's the interest and help of a man who loves you. "When you're well, Eve," he continued steadily, "I'm going to ask you to marry me. I want to devote my life to making you happy, if you will take one. But in any case let me begin toook after you right now." He stopped an instant, then added: "I've said it all. I won't mention it again till you're well, or till you tell me I may speak of it." "I don't know what to say to you," the murmured. "I oughtn't to let you speak of such things. You're simply following a shadow. Why don't you keep out in the sunshine where you belong, and forgot about me?" "I like the shadows better, when you're among them," he said quietly. He pressed the hand she impulsively held out and went on in a new tone, quietly matter-of-fact. "That's that, and I won't speak of it again. I just wanted to make it clear to you that some one to whom you're first in the world is standing by." Eve left the hotel through the servants' entrance, as befitted her appearance, and walked across to Fourth Avenue. There she picked up a taxi cab and ordered herself taken to the nearest large department store. Eve, keeping close to her new role, selected a simple black one-piece dress of good quality, a severe black coat, and a small black cloth hat. "Could I go to movin' pictures with the minister in these?" she inquired as she revolved before the saleswoman in the new outfit. Continued Next Week STATE RENDERING HEALTH SERVICE Making Notable Advances, Yet Span of Life Has Not Increased California has made notable advances saying of lives of children and young Sit together two and a quarter cups of flour, five teaspoons of baking powder, a quarter of a cup of sugar, three tablespoons of cocoa and a teaspoon of salt. Add an egg beaten in a cup of milk, and three tablespoons of cooking oil or fat. Mix, and then add a third of a cup of nuts. Bake slowly in a loaf for about forty minutes. Chocolate Jelly One pint of boiling water, two pinches of salt, one and a half squares of chocolate, one-third package of gelatine, two level tablespoons of sugar, one teaspoon of vanilla. Put the water, salt and chocolate in a saucepan. Stir over fire until the chocolate melts, then let it boil for three or four minutes. Soften the gelatine in a little cold water and pour the boiling mixture over it. Stir until dissolved, then add sugar and vanilla. Pour into a mold and set aside to harden. Serve with plain or whipped cream. Chocolate Pancakes Mix four tablespoons of flour, two tablespoons of sugar, a cup of macaron crumbs, and two tablespoons of melted butter with the yolks of six eggs and the whites of three. Add enough milk to make a pancake batter, and fry in small thin pancakes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve with chocolate fudge sauce, made by melting four tablespoons each of melted chocolate and sugar in half a cup of milk and cooking to make a thick syrup. Remember the old days when it was considered unmaidenly for a girl to do anything so strenuous as to whistle. 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Alleged Humorist—Can you imagine anything worse than a giraffe with a sore throat? Proven One—Sure! A centipede with corns. TIMETABLE In effect June 1, 1980 A. T. & S. F. Ry. Coast Lines Trains to Los Angeles *No. 79 ..... 6:35 A.M. *No. 71 ..... 11:25 A.M. *No. 53 ..... 2.59 P.M. *No. 73 ..... 4:56 P.M. *No. 75 ..... 8.43 P.M. Trains from Los Angeles No. 78 ..... 2:00 A.M. No. 72 ..... 9:42 A.M. No. 74 ..... 3:28 P.M. No. 76 ..... 6:41 P.M. No. 52 San Bernardino Train, 5:20 P.M. (Arrive Fullerton 6:00 P.M.)* Through sleepers to Kansas City, Minneapolis, Chicago, Grand Canyon. Through sleepers to Denver, St. Louis, Chicago, and Grand Canyon connections. Train 74, fast no-stop train, stops to let off Eastern passengers. Through sleepers to Chicago from San Diego for "The Crief," Phoenix, Houston, Galveston and New Orleans connections. C. A. WALKER, Agent. It Pays To Advertise In The Gazette ANAHEIM'S BUSINESS It Pays To Advertise In The Gazette ANAHEIM'S BUSINESS AND PROFESSIONAL DIRECTORY Atwater Kent FEARN— The Most Selective Set Made 113 So. L. A. Anaheim Sunday by Appointment—Phone 917 Dr. Harry C. Wilhelm CHIROPRACTOR Radionic Diagnosis Office: 525 West Center Street ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 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 811 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Hours: 9 to 12—2 to 5 Telephone 1727 DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 401 Bank of America Bldg., Anaheim R. 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OF CALIFORNIA Successors to BASS-HUETER PAINT COMPANY. 121 East Center St. Anaheim Phone 1094 Phone 887-J Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Ocullus—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 317 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales