anaheim-gazette 1930-10-16

THE ANAHEIM GAZETTE ESTABLISHED 1870 HENRY KUCHEL, Editor and Publisher ISSUED EVERY THURSDAY SUBSCRIPTION PR. YEAR $2.00 SIX MONTHS 1.00 Entered at the Anaheim, California Postoffice as second-class matter. AN HONEST MAN A man died the other day in New York, whose business record contained hardly a single blemish. Daniel Guggenheim and his five brothers, sons of Meyer Guggenheim, made money by literally tens of millions. They made it in one of the three fundamental industries. There are three lines of business which increase the world's basic wealth and only three; they are farming, fishing and mining. The Guggenheims were miners, owners of the world's largest sources of copper. They let others share the profits of their mining enterprises, but they never let anyone share their losses. If a mining prospect "petered out" before it had returned the money invested in developing it, the Guggenheim brothers shouldered all the loss; if it made money, every investor got his share in proportion to his investment. In one instance they repaid more than $1,500,000 to investors, out of their own pockets, because the mine in which they had invested did not turn out as well as had been expected. It was Daniel Guggenheim's money, $2,500,000 of it, which went to finance the extensive experiments made in the past three or four years, looking toward making aviation safer. In many other ways he was a public benefactor. But he will be remembered all over the world—for his operations were world-wide—primarily as an honest man, whose pride it was to deal justly with his fellow-men. made money, every investor got his share in proportion to his investment. In one instance they repaid more than $1,500,000 to investors, out of their own pockets, because the mine in which they had invested did not turn out as well as had been expected. It was Daniel Guggenheim’s money, $2,500,000 of it, which went to finance the extensive experiments made in the past three or four years, looking toward making aviation safer. In many other ways he was a public benefactor. But he will be remembered all over the world—for his operations were world-wide—primarily as an honest man, whose pride it was to deal justly with his fellow-men. WEIGHTS AND MEASURES Anybody who has been reading the reports from the world's grain markets lately must find himself puzzled by the different standards of which wheat is measured in different countries. Our bushel of wheat, weighing 60 pounds, has to be translated when the wheat goes into the export trade. England measures wheat by the "quarter." A quarter is 400 pounds; everybody has forgotten what it is a quarter of. It may contain eight English bushels, or sometimes eight and a quarter. Germany deals in wheat by the quintal, but a quintal may be anywhere from 101.28 pounds, as in Argentina, to 220.46 pounds, which is the metric quintal, one-tenth of the metric ton of 1,000 kilograms, equal to 2,204 pounds. France sticks closely to the metric weights, but German grain merchants talk also in terms of zentners and double zentners, while in Scotland and Ireland the wey of 41.282 bushels is the standard wheat measurement, the quarter being theoretically one-quarter of that. Russia, whose activity in the wheat market has revived interest in these world-wide variations in measurement of wheat, deals in poods. A pood is 36.113 pounds, and like everything else Russian, it seems to have no relation to any standards known outside. But whether wheat is measured in tons, quarters, poods or bushels, makes little difference to the grower who must sell it at a loss. SIGNS OF BUSINES TREND Distinctly encouraging features are noticeable in the present trend of business and the marked decline of the past few months has, on the whole, ceased, according to a statement by Robert P. Lamont, U. S. Secretary of Commerce. "The most favorable aspects," the Secretary declared, "are the growth of export trade as revealed by the August statistics, and the distinct picking up in retail trade in this country." "The increase of exports during August was more than is customary at this season. During the years 1922-1929 the increase between these two months averaged five and one-half per cent but in 1930 was more than twelve and one-half per cent. This increase was not confined to one or two commodities but was shared by most of the major groups. Metal manufactures, other than machinery and vehicles, increased four and four-tenths per cent in value; animal products about six per cent; non-metallic minerals nine per cent, and inedible vegetable products 30 per cent. The increase of 40 per cent in vegetable food products is largely due to the seasonal movement in wheat. Exports of raw and manufactured textiles increased by 49 per cent, chiefly by reasons of larger shipment of cotton, although other products also increased by 25 per cent." "Exports of cotton increased about $13,000,000 in value and..." cent but in 1930 was more than twelve and one-half per cent. This increase was not confined to one or two commodities but was shared by most of the major groups. Metal manufactures, other than machinery and vehicles, increased four and four-tenths per cent in value; animal products about six per cent; non-metallic minerals nine per cent, and inedible vegetable products 30 per cent. The increase of 40 per cent in vegetable food products is largely due to the seasonal movement in wheat. Exports of raw and manufactured textiles increased by 49 per cent, chiefly by reasons of larger shipment of cotton, although other products also increased by 25 per cent. "Exports of cotton increased about $13,000,000 in value and those of wheat about $6,500,000. Among important individual products showing quantity increase in exports were gasoline, motor trucks, passenger cars, electrical apparatus, tobacco, flour, crude petroleum, bacon and automobile tires. FINANCES OF THE COUNTRY The Treasury reports an increase in the paid-in capital stock of National Banks of $74,267,883 on September 2, 1930, over that of September 3, 1929. This remarkable increase in the time of business depression and unemployment shows how sound are the finances of the country. DISBANDED COMMISSIONS President Hoover answered partisan criticism of his "commission habit" by showing that the Roosevelt, Wilson and Coolidge administrations each had a much larger number of such bodies than he has appointed. He also has showed the groundlessness of fears that his commissions would tend to become permanent by disbanding five that have discharged their functions. The latest commission to complete its task and be disbanded is one established to consider the problems involved in the construction of a bridge across San Francisco bay. The others which have ceased to exist dealt with the consolidation of veteran's agencies, the settling of a protracted rail strike in the southwest, the revision of this country's policy toward Haiti and the negotiating of the naval treaty in London. Twenty other "Hoover commissions" remain to be heard from, but the success of the five which have already quit work is evidence that they serve a valuable purpose in our system of government. And it has likewise been demonstrated that Mr. Hoover does not approve of the tendency, so apparent in the past, to continue commissions after they have outlived their usefulness. France has a gold reserve of $1,800,000,000; the trade last year with her own colonies reached the enormous total of $1,375,-000,000; Algeria alone had a total foreign commerce of $400,000.-000. France's recovery since the war is one of the wonders of our time. ANAHEIM GAZETTE Which Can Bite the Hardest? By Albert T. Reid THE POLITICIAN WETS DRYS Abert T. Reid AUTOCASTER Miss Nobody from Nowhere BY ELIZABETH JORDAN Final Installment All the faces seemed oddly familiar at moments and then seemed strange again. So did things the men said. At times she was like one slowly coming out of ether, recalling first the happenings that had occurred before she went under: doctors...a nurse...packing...flight...some terrible situation...children...those children...She had a panic over that and cried out, and the man who said he was a doctor gave her another dose. There was more that was horrible...some nightmare...At last she slept. When she awoke things were a little better. The familiar face of her nurse was near her—the nurse who had attended her in Chicago—and she was in a quiet room bright with sunshine. She had liked that nurse, but she could not remember having brought her to New York. Or was she still in Chicago? "Oh, Miss Driscoll," she said brokenly, "is...it really...you?" "It really is," Miss Dricoll buoyantly confirmed. "But please don't talk, Miss Carrington. Go right to sleep again." The doctor who had brought her home came to the bedside at this, and his expression was so radiant that Eve was impressed by it. Miss Driscoll was radiant also, and the two appeared to have some radiant understanding. Eve carrled into unconsciousness the memory of this radiance...and its contrast with the tragic face of the young man who had been in the group...and the eyes of those children...and the even more recent nightmare...a black wall... "But, my God, Doctor!" Hamilton exploded, late the next night, "make allowance for me. Of course I'm happy over her recovery. Isn't it what I've she was interested, but it was clear that her interest was based on gratitude. Nevertheless, here he was, starting out with a fair field and some favor. "There's only one thing I ask," Eric told Eve at this point in his reflections. "I want to be allowed to read to you and talk to you and otherwise help to amuse you during your convalescence." "I'm really beginning to feel like myself." Eve was telling him when Henderson's call was announced. "I think Doctor Carrick is entirely too cautious. I'll be able to go home in a few days more and do my resting there." Hamilton shook his head and broadly pointed out that they must make haste slowly. Her meeting with Henderson, he now observed, was not without sentiment. "You understand, don't you?" was her opening question; and Henderson, in a voice roughened by emotion, assured her that he did. Moreover, he held Eve's hand longer than even such a reunion justified, and he continued to hold it, drawing his chair close to her couch and patting her hand at intervals with his disengaged one. His manner was sympathetic and paternal, and hers held no trace of fear of him. Very reluctantly Eric left them together; and Henderson who had been carefully coached for the interview by Carrick, made a few brief comments on the meeting and went straight to the point of his visit. "It may relieve your mind, my dear, to know that I have jilted you," he comfortably mentioned, blinking at her with his near-sighted eyes. "When a girl runs away to get out of marrying me, she doesn't have to add any explanations afterward. I've grasped the idea that she doesn't want me. Bloch says I'm not subtle, and perhaps sitting-room door an hour later he showed a similar restraint. They had made enormous strides in the past few days and his spirits were effervescent. Besides, Carrick had assured him that the light vienna was the right vein. "Do you see this door-mat?" Hamil- his expression was so radiant that Eve was impressed by it. Miss Driscoll was radiant also, and the two appeared to have some radiant understanding... Eve carried into unconsciousness the memory of this radiance... and its contrast with the tragic face of the young man who had been in the group... and the eyes of those children... and the even more recent nightmare... a black wall... "But, my God, Doctor!" Hamilton exploded, late the next night, "make allowance for me. Of course I'm happy over her recovery. Isn't it what I've been working for all along? But can't you see my position? She doesn't know me from Adam. Ive got to win her all over again." "You hadn't won her very much so far," Carrick frankly said. "You can see her for a few minutes to-morrow afternoon," he promised. "In the meantime I'll pave the way for you by telling her to-morrow noon as much as she's able to hear, about her case and her Good Samaritan. That ought to start you off with a bang, and I'll keep her convalescing here another week or two, so you can finish up the job. She's got to be mighty quiet for a while." "Just now the girl is having some black hours—still thinking of those drowning boys and afraid of another lapse. But the tragedy is a month behind her, and a month does a lot for patients of her age. It's up to me to keep her mind at ease on the other points, and you can help when the time comes." "How?" "By furnishing cheerful companionship." Carrick grinned. Hamilton presented himself at the door of Eve's sitting-room at five the next afternoon, temporarily obscured by a great armful of chrysanthemums. Miss Driscoll admitted him, with an eloquent smile. "She's all ready for you," she said. She, too, had listened to the account of the Samaritan's good deeds. He found Eve lying on a divan which had been sent to the sitting-room for use during her convalescence. She gave him both hands, but for a moment did not speak. To be talking to her from that distance, as a man she was meeting for the first time, was the most racking experience he had ever endured. His lips stiffened as he tried to smile, and the desperate depression he had felt since the experiment strengthened with every moment. She was looking at him. "It may relieve your mind, my dear, to know that I have tilted you," he comfortably mentioned, blinking at her with his near-sighted eyes. "When a girl runs away to get out of marrying me, she doesn't have to add any explanations afterward. I've grasped the idea that she doesn't want me. Bloch says I'm not subtle, and perhaps I'm not. But I can get that much." "There's no one in the world I'd rather have as a friend," Eve said. "And as a manager," she added more self-consciously. "But perhaps you are through with me." "I'll never be through with you. But you are free to marry any one you like." "I don't want to marry any one," Eve murmured. "Not to-day, perhaps, or to-morrow, but..." Henderson now knew all about the formal marriage, and also something about the whirlwind courtship. "I'm horribly sorry for the way I've treated you," Eve unsteadily confessed. "I can't believe I did such things. But of course you realize that I didn't know... I wasn't responsible... and I was terribly afraid of you when I ran away. That sounds idiotic now, but it's the way I felt." "I understand everything," Henderson again patted her hand, and Eve thus reminded that he still held it gently took it from him. Henderson sighed. "Well, that's settled," he said philosophically. At the end of the week Eve was permitted to have her dinner in the hotel dining-room with Hamilton. "Nothing there exciting enough to hurt her," Carrick decided, "and it will be a little change." But it was rather exciting, after all. It was quite unusually exciting to meet Hamilton's eyes and to follow the intentions of his voice when he spoke to her. The things he said were so causal and his voice and expression were so eloquent. Over the dessert his guard dropped for a moment. "Of course you know I'm mad about you," he mentioned. "Carrick and your journal may have told you that. I have been from the first day I met you. But I'm not going to say anything about it just yet," he hastily added. When he was leaving her at her ton asked, pointing down to that useful object lying in the outer hall just beyond Eve's threshold. "Yes." "Well, any other man as much in love with you as I am would be spending the night on it. But I'm not. I'm going sensibly to bed." He went away exultant over her little laugh as she closed the door. "I said I wouldn't make love to you till you were well," he remarked the next afternoon, "so of course I won't. But you're almost well, so I want to call your attention to the fact that you have the most adorable mouth in the world. There's something about it—" "If you joke like that you'll spoil everything." "Joke! Great Scott! Is that your idea of joking? It isn't mine. You see," he explained, "you don't understand me yet, but you're going to. My point—the point I'll make when I really start to talk to you—is that I simply can't wait for you much longer. I can't live without you. I can't really breathe any more when I'm not with you." "Even at that you have about twelve hours a day for breathing," she pointed out, and softened the words with the smile he loved. "What of it? What about the twelve when I can't breathe? Do you like to feel that I'm struggling for breath when I'm away from you?" "You're impossible," she said, still with the adorable smile. "Only when I'm not with you, darling. When I'm with you, as I shall point out to you sometime, I'm a superman, ready to play golf with the planets. There's nothing I can't do—" "Except to stop talking like that." "I'm not talking like that. I'm just telling you how I'm going to talk some day, when I really begin...". "I think," he casually remarked the next evening, "Wednesday might be a good day for us to be married all over again." Her eyebrows rose. "How utterly absured you can be when you give your mind to it." "We might even go to the same little parsonage and the same old minsimply a precaution we had to take to protect you when you were so afraid of Henderson. It didn't mean anything but that, and it can be annulled any time. You have your marriage certificate somewhere around—in your handbag, I think." He told the story simply and with sudden seriousness. "You were in a state of shivering terror of Henderson," he ended, "though you didn't know why, and Carrick and I, who didn't know anything about him, of course, were afraid he had some hold over you. We know now that it was your absynal dread of the marriage." She nodded. "It's like hearing about some one else." He decided that they had been serious long enough. "Keep on thinking how wonderful I am," he invited. "And some day soon I'll tell you how wonderful you are. There never was a girl like you since the world began, and there'll never be another. It isn't my love for you that makes me think so; I'll make that point clear when I start. It's you. I'm going to tell you all about the heart of you, and the courage of you, and the dignity of you, and the mind of you, and the magnetism of you—" "Don't!" she begged, laughing, yet confused. "I will," he promised. "But not yet, of course." After all this restraint it was disconcerting to have her make the remark she made during their honeymoon a fortnight later. "I'll forgive you for rushing the wedding this week," she said dreamily. "What I can't forgive is that you didn't rush it last week. The first day I was really myself again I felt that I had loved you a thousand years." I didn't know you, but I loved you. I was head over heels in love with you at the end of a week; and by that time I knew you, too. If you had tried to leave me I'd have pursued you with shrieks." Her arm was around his neck now and she gently pinched his ear. Yet think of the time we've wasted since then!" she sighed. THE END point out to you sometime, I'm a superman, ready to play golf with the planets. There's nothing I can't do—" "Except to stop talking like that." "I'm not talking like that. I'm just telling you how I'm going to talk some day, when I really begin..." "I think," he casually remarked the next evening, "Wednesday might be a good day for us to be married all over again." Her eyebrows rose. "How utterly absured you can be when you give your mind to it." "We might even go to the same little parsonage and the same old minister. They weren't very attractive, but there's a certain sentiment in chosing the same setting—" "I wish you wouldn't say such foolish things!" "Surely you're not going to deny our expediency marriage," he sighed. "Of course it was only a bluff, but it's a beautiful memory and it was fine practice for the next time we do it. By the way, what have you done with the wedding-ring I gave you?" "Is that a new joke?" Under her tone he sobered. "No, dear. We really did go through a marriage ceremony, with the understanding that it was purely a matter of form—" "A marriage ceremony... a matter of form..." She gasped. "I can't believe it. What are you talking about?" "You needn't believe it if you don't want to," he said comfortably. "It's of no importance whatever. It was ding this week," she said dreamily. "What I can't forgive is that you didn't rush it last week. The first day I was really myself again I felt that I had loved you a thousand years. I didn't know you, but I loved you. I was head over heels In love with you at the end of a week; and by that time I knew you, too. If you had tried to leave me I'd have pursued you with shrieks." Her arm was around his neck now and she gently pinched his ear. "Yet think of the time we've wasted since then!" she sighed. THE END A TRIAL BALLOON A Democratic news correspondent obliquely sent up a trial balloon for the Democratic press bureau to the effect that the Democratic executive board was planning a questionnaire aimed at the Republicans demanding to know why the Democratic chairman had been made an issue in the campaign. 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