anaheim-gazette 1931-02-19

Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 19, 1931 Eighth Installment Maggie Johnson, whose father is a letter carrier, her mother a lazy woman who has "seen better days," and her sister a bootlegger's sweetheart who works in a beauty parlor, is stock girl in the "Mack" stores, the Five-and-Ten of San Francisco. A boy whom she knows only as "Joe Grant," but who is really Joseph Grant Mackinzie Merrill, son of the owner of the "Mack," is learning the business by starting at the bottom. He doesn't like the job until he meets Maggie. And neither of them realizes that they are falling in love with each other, at first. Joe is impressed, however, by Maggie's intelligence and good heartedness, and gives her advice on the subject nearest her heart; how to live the ideal life. She makes a suggestion for a better way of selling certain lines. He tells his father, as if it were his own idea, greatly pleasing the old man. He finds that the girls he used to know don't interest him as much as Maggie does, and when Maggie discloses her love in a burst of jealousy, he realizes that he loves her, too. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Her face burned, her hands were lcy, her confused mind was only a blur, and her heart one heavy, unendurable ache. It had been pretty bold of her to question him, to rebuke him about Paula Younger. After all, it was Joe's affair. Her thoughts burned, stung, writhed together. The one unbearable thought was that the half-past five o'clock whistle would sound, and Murphy begin to close the big jointed iron grills against the world, and that she would have to go home—what else could she do?—heartbroken and alone, and bear the week-end with Joe "mad" at her. He had already been elevated to the mezzanine dock at the far rear of the offices, which were placed in a position bounce, and dance step. Joe had to laugh sympathetically at the laughing face, the eager eyes that demanded his sympathy. "This is my corner, Joe." His steps had been quite automatically turned toward that particular quiet block where he had parked his roadster. They were close to the hand-some, low-slung car now. "Here's some feller left his roadster here," Joe said. "You'd wonder he'd have any business in this neighborhood," the girl innocently commended. "How far away do you live, Maggie?" "Oh, not so far. Pop and I walk it every morning. Bout—I think it's thirteen blocks." Joe had palmed his key. "Want me to run you home in this car?" "I get so sick of my outmobile, it's a treat to me to walk!" Maggie assured him. She was horrified when he slipped into the machine, and challenged her cheerfully. "Joe Grant, get out of that car! D'you want to be sent to jail?" "Oh, come on, get in, Maggie—don't be so scary." "But, Joe, isn't it locked?" "Nope. Key right here! Get in, Maggie, and—laten! I'll bring it back to the other end of the block and let him hunt for it awhile, to teach him a lesson about forgetting to lock it!" "Joe, you could be sent to jail for that!" "Oh, come on—it won't take five minutes!" In the end, she yielded. Maggie, how'd you like to own a car like this, and have a big, fluffy white fur coat, and be riding along here this way—down to Elimingdale, on the ten years old, I've been a little an' spend a little wrongs patiently. Pop ways been anxious to life, too; but he never threw on a postman's sack. Listen, Maggie. Listen "Since Christmas," she been you, Joe. Everything I've done," she "has been done because of you." He caught her small arm and held them tightly. Maggie, just be quiet, no need for you to get upset. Listen, dear. I messely. I think you have acted than any girl I ever wouldn't give up your thing in the world. But a little girl, Maggie, you have a dozen beaus before out the man you want to winced interiorly. "I hop ship——" "I know, Joe. I know that's your side of it. talkin' about me." She caught at his lapel bare hand, and raised wristful, childish eyes. He laughed suddenly by saying "Ah, Maggie! You little." And this kiss was a cute little figure rested breast, the little hand against his heart, and soul of her seemed too through her fresh, half-own. Then they talked. Maggie locked in his head rejoiced against his shoulder. "I'm getting thirty-five Mary Margaret. And I'm to have my wife work!" "Oh Joe—I'll die—to Her thoughts burned, stung, writhed together. The one unbearable thought was that the half-past five o'clock whistle would sound, and Murphy begin to close the big jointed iron grills against the world, and that she would have to go home—what else could she do?—heartbroken and alone, and bear the week-end with Joe "mad" at her. He had already been elevated to the mezzanine dock at the far rear of the offices, which were placed in a position of some dignity and seclusion, on a store. Sometimes, when a customer brought in a defective article, Maggie had to guide her upstairs to the window marked "Complaints," and once or twice other errands had taken her to the offices. But she had no excuse today. She turned the knob of the glass door rather timidly, and saw Joe standing at the window in the back of the room with Simmonds, a buyer, both intent upon the inspection of some sort of material. "What is it?" Simmonds asked sharply. "Excuse me," Maggie faltered, "but is Miss Pope up here?" Simmonds asked. "Miss Pope," Joe said, in a quiet voice, "is downstairs in the music department." Maggie's face was very red, she looked only at the older man. "I didn't see her there," she said thickly. And somehow she got herself out of the glass door again, and somehow flow down the stairs, and was feverishly busy instantly with a large cardboard box of lockets and chains, in the jewelry department. And all the while her heart pounded as if it would hammer her to pieces, and her shamed thoughts almost suffocated her. "He knew I went up there to talk to him—what'll he think I am! He didn't want to speak to me at all—and I bluffed that Miss Pope was up there—the seen right through me! He saw right through me. Oh I wish I was dead! I can't have him thinking like that about me! I wish I was dead. What'll I do? I can't ever look him in the face again." She was standing at an angle of the jewelry counter that was placed in a sort of niche between columns. Suddenly she knew that a tall, lean man was lounging on the counter beside her, his shoulder almost touching her own. "Still mad at me?" It was Joe's voice. "Joe——" Her voice wouldn't come, "Joe, don't be mean to me!" She said in a low tone holding her head. "But, Joe, isn't it locked?" "Nope. Key right here! Get in, Maggie, and—laten! I'll bring it back to the other end of the block and let him hunt for it awhile, to teach him a lesson about forgetting to lock it!" "Joe, you could be sent to jail for that!" "Oh, come on—it won't take five minutes!" In the end, she yielded. "Maggie, how'd you like to own a car like this, and have a big, fluffy white fur coat, and be riding along here this way—down to Elmingdale, on the Westbeach Arms, or one of those fashionable places?" "Joe, b'love me, I've seen girls do both ways, and there's nothing in letting fellers buy you coats and take you out riding. You don't mind being poor, do you. Joe?" she asked anxiously. "Don't you?" "It? Why, but what else would I be?" she demanded blankly. "Don't you ever think of yourself as rich, with beautiful clothes, and a maid, and a big, comfortable room?" He glanced sideways. "I think of myself as straight," she said briefly. "Anyway, we're pretty near living the ideal life now, and my father says that all day long he thinks about—our house, and how nice and shady and quiet the kitchen is, and all the new dish towels——" "We're getting out of debt, and even Liz said it was some comfort to come home to our house now—and she s-said—Liz said—that s-s-he——" "Maggie! For heaven's sake! What are you crying about?" "Be-because—because they said I did it, Joe! Even Ma said that I made them all comfortabler—and happler—and it—it makes me cry to have them love me so!" He abruptly ran the car into the curb, and stopped it there, and put his arms about her, and tipped up her face. "Now, look here, stop it. Stop this bawling right away, or you'll have me crying, too." His big arm held her tightly, jammed against him, and her bewildered, ecstatic, tear-stained little rosy face was close to his own. "J-J Joe Grant! she said breatlessly." "Maggie Johnson! You've known this was coming, haven't you?" "J-J Joe Grant!" "Surprised?" "No—but—but—I guess—maybe I thought——" "Go on. Don't stop. Maybe you thought what?" "I thought you were kinder—kidding me along." It was at this juncture that for a terrible moment Joo Grant disappeared from his own consciousness for a few seconds, and the Joseph Merrill who was a truant from college, who belonged to the same world as this smart roadster, took his place. I can't have him thinking like that about me! I wish I was dead. What'll I do? I can't ever look him in the face again. She was standing at an angle of the jewelry counter that was placed in a sort of niche between columns. Suddenly she knew that a tall, lean man was lounging on the counter beside her, his shoulder almost touching her own. "Still mad at me?" It was Joe's voice. "Joe——" Her voice wouldn't come. "Joe, don't be mean to me," she said in a low tone, holding her words steady, not raising her eyes. "Was I mean to you, Maggie?" "Of course—of course you're not, Joe! It's just that I'm—I'm an idiot! It's none of my business who you lunch with—and I'm sorry I—blew up." "It is your business, if you care, Maggie," he said, nicely, kindly, even a little gruffly. "But I am going not to care." Joe experienced a queer little twinge of pain. She looked so small, so weary, so exquisitely pretty in this soft light, and she was such a loving little thing! "I'm glad we're friends again," he said awkwardly. "Yes, I am, too." "I couldn't of stood it," she confessed. The other employees of the Mack were streaming through the side door when Maggie came flying up from the locker room. Joe was lingering at the top of the stairs. "I thought I'd walk with you to the corner." "Oh, that's grand! Which way do you go, Joe?" "Down past the city—out on the Elmingdale road." Then you want the Ten car." His arm was under her elbow, and she gave him once more the delicious sensation of nearness, confidence, and sweet smallness and youth. He had never seen her so deliciously pretty, so small and loving and enchanting. She could hardly keep her little feet on the ground. Tired? Depressed? Hungry? Not when Joe Grant, tall and lean and protective and most appreciative, was beside her, was guiding her along the lighted street. Her walk was a combination of jump, "J-Joe Grant!" "Surprised?" "No—but—but—I guess—maybe I thought—" "Go on. Don't stop. Maybe you thought what?" "I thought you were Kinder—kidding me along." It was at this juncture that for a terrible moment Joo Grant disappeared from his own consciousness for a few seconds, and the Joseph Merrill who was a truant from college, who belonged to the same world as this smart roadster, took his place. To play a part was all very well insomuch as it concerned only himself. But here was this bewildering little madcap armful of passionately earnest femininity in his arms, her tear-souken lashes almost touching his cheek, her whole being only too obviously ready to yield itself to his guardianship forever. How on earth was he going to get out of this with Maggie Johnson? When he spoke, his tone and manner had subtly altered. "Why shouldn't I kid you along?" he said. "You're too much of a kid, yourself, to get mixed up in love affair!" She drew herself up, fumbled in her bag for a handkerchief, wiped her eyes quite openly, and said, in a composed cold voice: "You must drive me home, Joe. My father and mother'll be wild if I'm late." "Maggie—listen. Don't take that tone! You know how much I like you—I've got to stop this, I've got to stop this, I'm a fool if I don't stop this," he added, in his heart. "Why, you're not eighteen—you're a little girl!" "I'm eighteen to-morrow, and I'm not a little girl at all," she said, with swift dignity. "Eighteen! Why, what would your father think if you married at eighteen!" Joe protested. "Damm it—and damn me for a fool!" he ejaculated. "Now I've said it! This is the first time that word has come into our conversations, and I'm the one that introduced it." Maggie cleared her throat. "I've had a great deal of responsibility in my life, and there is nothing so developing to the character as responsibility," she began. "Since I was For a substantial silk or wool you may make them from ton plique, preferably the sort. For a lighter weight may use organdle, georgie crepe. A new idea is to use taffeta which gives a smoother is not so easily laundered or materials. Allow a half inch between if you take them to be put outline of each petal will be finished with machine. Then you cut along the leaving a pelt edge on the petals. If you like you may petals with a fine rolled you can do yourself. The of the petal should not Gather this and make the eight or more petals. If can use eight large petals outside of the flower and ones in an inner circle. Or button is used to cover where the petals meet. Made from slightly gatt attached to a band about 4 of the same material." ANAHEIM GAZETTE Kills Himself Edward I. Edwards, former Governor of New Jersey and United States Senator, despondent over money losses and his wife's death, commits suicide. Redwoods Used In New York Bank California redwood, cut from the hearts of age-old forest giants that proudly reared their heads skyward when the three wise men were guided by the Star of Bethlehem, has been used in the finish of the new offices of the Transamerica Corp. in the Bank of America Building on the historic corner of Wall and William Sts., New York. This was learned today at the general offices of the Redwood Empire Association in San Francisco, following the receipt of a letter from Howard P. Preston, vice-president of Transamerica. Preston, who was former manager of the Bank of Italy branch at Fort Bragg and is an expert on lumber, chose California redwood for the interior finish of the new offices for two reasons—its beauty and its enduring qualities. Approximately 23,000 square feet of redwood was cut and milled near Fort Dragg for the Transamerica job, over piece being subjected to the closest scrutiny in order to assure uniformly matched grain, before shipment to New York. In his communication to the Redwood Empire Association Preston said: "While quality and appearance of this material were the principal reasons for its selection, sentiment entered to a large extent into its choice. "The littings of the corporation's quarters in New York reflect not only its western origin, but the substantial proportion of its interests and activities that center on the Pacific Coast." State Budget Plans Fund for Unemployed Funds for unemployment relief in California will be provided in the state budget to be presented the Legislature, Gov-elect James Rolph Jr has announced. "We shall tackle unemployment in a common-sense, practical manner," Rolph declared. "The necessary funds will be provided in the budget, and a definite program will be worked out to that end by the first of the year." The governor said that in tackling the unemployment situation he was redeeming a pledge he made in his subernatorial campaign. "I said that the state would lead the way to provide work for its people," Rolph said, "and I intend to make good on my promise." Rolph also indicated that he many recommend to the Legislature revision of salaries of the lower classes of state employees. "In studying the budget I have learn- A. B. C. Bu For Quick Reference Look He laughed suddenly, boyishly. "Ah, Maggie! You little idiot!" And this kiss was a different kiss. The little figure rested against his breast, the little hand was crushed against his heart, and the fragrant soul of her seemed to be drawn through her fresh, half-opened lips. Then they talked, Maggie's hand rocked in his, her head resting luxuriantly against his shoulder. "I'm getting thirty-five a week, Mary Margaret. And I'm not going to have my wife work!" "Oh, Joe—I'll die—to hear you say my wife!" "That's about—one forty a month." Continued Next Week MARY MARSHALL'S Very Latest Here is the sketch of a flower and cuff set. They are very easy to make and will add that little new touch that often makes it possible to wear a dress after you have grown tired of it in its original form. The flower as well as the cuffs are made from petal shapes. There is a pattern to use for the petals. If you want flowers to be larger or smaller then enlarge or increase the size of the petal pattern. Cut the petal from cardboard or heavy paper. Then with piece of chalk or crayon mark the outline of the petal on the material. ACID STOMACH EXCESS acid is the common cause of indigestion. It results in pain and sourness about two hours after eating. The quick corrective is an alkali which neutralizes acid. The best corrective is Phillips Milk of Magnesia. It has remained standard with physicians in the 50 years since its invention. One spoonful of Phillips Milk of Magnesia neutralizes instantly many times its volume in acid. Harmless, and tasteless, and yet its action is quick. You will never rely on crude methods, once you learn how quickly this method acts. Be sure to get the genuine. "Milk of Magnesia" has been the U.S. Registered Trade Mark of the Charles H. Phillips Chemical Company and its predecessor Charles H. Phillips since 1876. Mother! Clean Child's Bowels "California Fig Syrup" is Dependable Laxative for This was learned today at the general offices of the Redwood Empire Association in San Francisco, following the receipt of a letter from Howard P. Preston, vice-president of Transamerica. Preston, who was former manager of the Bank of Italy branch at Fort Bragg and is an expert on lumber, chose California redwood for the interior finish. A.B.C.Bu For Quick Reference Look Business or Profession Anaheim Gazette Bus and Auto Glass Business Fullerton Glass Co. 715 S. Spadra, Fullerton 180 Auto Painting Louis Hennig 200 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim 2407 Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Battery Business H. D. Hushman, Willard Batteries, 419 W. Center St., Anaheim 3503 Markham National Batteries At Vanwey Service, Fullerton 1350 Brake Service Specialists Ford's Automotive Service, Ltd.. 214 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim 4418 Pitts & Wilkinson 138 E. 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The outline of each petal will, you know, be finished with machine hemmatching when you cut along the hemmitching, leaving a picot edge on the edge of the petals. If you like you may finish the petals with a fine rolled hem which you can do yourself. The straight edge of the petal should not be picoted. Rather this and make the flower from light or more petals. If you like you can use eight large petals along the outside of the flower and seven smaller ones in an inner circle. A large bead button is used to cover the center where the petals meet. The cuffs are made from slightly gathered petals fitted to a band about an inch wide, the same material. Hurry Mother! Even a frettful feverish, billious or constipated child loves the pleasant taste of "California Fig Syrup" and it never fails to sweeten the stomach and open the bowels. A teaspoonful today may prevent a sick child tomorrow. It doesn't cramp or overact. Contains no narcotics or soothing drugs. Ask your druggist for genuine "California Fig Syrup" which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother! You must say "California" or you may get an instant fig syrup. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Cleaning Business Saveway Cleaners 313 E. Center, Anaheim 4413 Fumigating Business Bonkosky & Oelke 609 W. Center, Anaheim 2516 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 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 4822 DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 401 Bank of America Bldg., Anaheim ANAHEIM FEED AN Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY W. D. GR PAGE SEVEN ed that many of the people in the service of the state receive pay below the standard maintained for similar services by municipalities and private employers, he said. "The state needs in its service the best type of men and women available, and it is obvious that lower than average pay does not attract that type." H. E. Anderson Opens Insurance Offices H. E. Anderson, for 20 years insurance in the three western provinces of Canada, this week opened general insurance offices at 137 South Los Angeles street, Anaheim. His son, Archie Anderson, is associated with him. While conducting his business mostly in Canada for the last score of years, Mr. Anderson has "wintered" in Southern California for a number of years. "I finally decided to come to Anaheim to live because the climate is about the most to my liking of any place in the Southland, and I do not wish to stand the rigors of Canadian winters any longer," Mr. Anderson said. Father and son have taken up quarters at the Angelino hotel. PASSING SHOW REVEALS A science note says the outer covering of certain fish is the thinnest and most transparent substance known. 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