anaheim-gazette 1931-03-05

Anaheim, Calif., March 5, 1931 Tenth Installment Maggie Johnson, whose father is a letter carrier, her mother a boy 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 Maggle's intelligence and goodheartedness, 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 Maggle does, and when Maggle discloses her love in a burst of jealousy, he realizes that he loves her, too. Joe is afraid that if Maggle finds out who he really is she will not have anything more to do with him. So he pretends that it is some other fellow's car when he takes her home in his big yellow roadster. An on the way they talk at last, about marriage. Joe that might revenge to his father for the first time that he has been working in the store under an assumed name, and tells him about Maggle. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Joe, do you and your father talk about things?" she asked, as if she liked the picture. He obeyed her as far as getting to bed was concerned. Eat sleep was a different matter. Then it was Monday again, and there was a pleasant fresh bustle of girls busy in the Mack. The front door and the side door were propped wide open, and fresh damp air blew through the place that would be hot and close and jaded so soon. Joe, on the mezzanine floor stopped up there for a minute and stood looking down at the confusion and activity of the store. And presently, with and odd, sharp twist to his heart, he saw Maggle. He had rather dreaded meeting her to-day, after yesterday. But, unexpectedly, he wanted to talk to her now—be near her, assure himself that this little willing slave of a whole hurried scene was in a special sense his property. And presently, running upstairs, she nodded to him joyfully. "Hello, Joe! Say, Joe——" And her smallness and sweetness and her absurd little-girl seriousness were beside him. "Hello, Mary Margaret! How's the world with you this morning?" "Happy, huh?" "I guess I've got enough to make me happy," she said soberly. "You aren't scared of thirty-five a week?" "I'm not scared of anything. I wish they would fire you, Joe!" "Yes, dear. And we'll for you there." "Thanks. Well, I'll tell like to bring to dinner, like to bring Maggle." "I want you and Dad My plans have changed so not salt-to-morrow. And you to meet her." He could hear panic be fully cheerful tone. those circumstances, per those circumstances, per not rask anybody else. Joe had seized upon the circumstances? But his mother had be for him. Merely, dear, that you I would like an opportunity know her a little. "I want you to meet my father, Mary Margaret," as they tolled to and framed trays of merchandise us to have dinner with them. "Honest, Joe." "They're living at a h said. Joe, where is your mother's hotel? It's right on the square the new bank building." Oh, right near the St. It is the St. Paul. She eyed him incredulously. "Yes, it is! Now you Joe, within a few hun..." Joe that night reveals to his father for the first time that he has been working in the store under an assumed name, and tells him about Maggie. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Joe, do you and your father talk about things?" she asked, as if she liked the picture. Her shabby little shoes, her plain I blindly. She heard him say: "My mother, Maggie." "Not much. But lately we have been more," he answered truthfully. Her eyes were flashing, and the beautiful little face that had been so pale when he entered was shining with its loveliest radiance row. Suddenly—Suddenly she was in his arms. "Joe—don't!" "Maggie—you belong to me. We love each other!" Instantly the little arms went about him, tightened, the small head, with its crown of gold, was pressed, with the little loving, jerking digs of a child's head, against his heart. Joe kissed the top of her head and the rose ear that a curving filament of gold hair left free, kissed the eyes that were flooded again with tears, and the sweet fresh mouth that was ready, now, to return his kisses. And to Ma was first announced the engagement of marriage between Mary Margaret Petheridge Johnson, spinister, and Joseph Grant. In his mother's dressing room, before dinner, he had told his parents the whole story frankly. Mrs. Merill took the successive shocks heroically. Her son, working in one of the Stores? Joseph Merrill a stock clerk? And in love with one of the humblest of his co-workers? All this had been before dinner. Now it was late at night, and Joe, coming in quietly from a dinner and cards with some of the members of his own set, found himself summoned to his mother's room again. She was in bed. "Sit down, dear. Sit here on the world with you this morning." "I happy, huh?" "I guess I've got enough to make me happy," she said soberly. "You aren't scared of thirty-five a week?" "I'm not scared of anything. I wish —I wish they would fire you, Joe!" "Fire me!" he repeated. "Joe—to show you how much—I like you!" she felt red. "If you came home to me some night, fired, and if we didn't have a cent—" Joe could not speak, his own eyes were wet. "Maggle!" The call was rising into a chorus downstairs. "Maggie Johnson! What'd you do with them all-linen monogrammed handkerchiefs? Maggie! Hustle and get me about a half box of them red hatchets and cherry trees—at the candy counter!" And in another second she had fled down the stairs. Serious days these, for Joseph Grant Mackenzie Merrill. For he had got into the habit of talking confidentially with his father. "She loves you, does she, Joe?" "Sure she does." "And she's straight and pretty and intelligent?" "She's quicksilver." "It would be hard for you to go to Japan next Saturday, Joe, and leave her behind?" "Oh no. She's only eighteen—just eighteen." Joe paused. "You haven't thought of marrying her and taking her to Japan with you, Joe?" Joe looked at his father. "I merely suggest it. I don't want you to miss—anything good, my boy." "We could postpone your sailing for a boat or two—no use rushing things. Then you two got away, and your mother—and your wife's family—can reconcile themselves to the idea by degrees." fore dinner, he had told his parents the whole story frankly. Mrs. Merill took the successive shocks heroically. Her son, working in one of the Stores? Joseph Merrill a stock clerk? And in love with one of the humblest of his co-workers? All this had been before dinner: Now it was late at night, and Joe, coming in quietly from a dinner and cards with some of the members of his own set, found himself summoned to his mother's room again. She was in bed. "Sit down, dear. Sit here on the edge of the bed, if you like," she said comfortably, I've been thinking of your affair all evening." "Dad tells me that some man named Baker or Bradley was going to Japan for the firm next Saturday," she began again. "Oh, Brewer, you mean?" "Brewer, Well, Brewer isn't going. In fact, he's leaving the Stores, I believe. What I suggested was, that you go for the firm to Japan. It would mean a very sensible chance to wait a little, to get a new perspective on this engagement and this girl, and Dad's idea was that it would be a very easy way to break off your present relationship with the Stores." "Now, Joe, why not get your passports, and take up Brewer's tickets—in less than six days, you'd be at sea, and have time to think all this out, and get your mind cleared about it all. Tell your Mary Margaret that you are being sent away by the firm—she's very young, she's extremely young, and if when you come back, you both feel the same way, there'll be plenty of time to make plans then." "You see, Joe, marriage is more than falling in love. You want to be proud of your wife, as the years go by. A girl who belongs to an eminent class of society not only makes her husband unhappy—makes and the out of raidul, and pigs for his friends, but she herself is bitterly unhappy, too. She doesn't know how to amuse herself, she has no resources..." It went on for a long while. And for a long while he listened. Then she said, more agily: "Now run along to bed, dear. We've had enough of this for one day. But to-morrow—think it over. As late as Joe. Get to bed quickly and go right to sleep, dear." her behind?" "Oh no. She's only eighteen—just eighteen." Joe paused. "You haven't thought of marrying her and taking her to Japan with you, Joe?" Joe looked at his father. "I merely suggest it. I don't want you to miss—anything good, my boy." "We could postpone your sailing for a boat or two—no use rushing things. Then you two got away, and your mother—and your wife's family—can reconcile themselves to the idea by degrees." "'Wife's family!'". The boy repeated the phrase in an underline. "It doesn't frighten you, Joe?" "Not—you don't know her!—but not when it's Maggie." Joo took Maggie to lunch the next day. The firm wanted him to go "on a trip," he told her, and she must go along. She had to have her picture taken, and they'd have to be married. And after twenty-three minutes in seventh heaven, they jumped into a taxi, went to the City Hall, and got a marriage license. "They wanted me to start to-morrow, Maggie!" "To-morrow!" But now we're going to put it off a couple of weeks, so that you and I can combine the trip with our honeymoon." Maggie and Joe, both finding themselves drawn for the Friday night shift, whispered a rapturous plan for dinner to gather late that evening, when their work should be over, at eight. Joe's aristocratic mother called him to the telephone at about five o'clock. She and his father were coming into town to-night, she said, to stay at the St. Paul, and see him off to-morrow, and they wanted to know if he would like anybody else invited to an informal little good-eye dinner? "When you say 'good-bye' to everyone; you mean to my girl, too, Mother?" "My dear—I only meant that it is a situation, and things will be different; then you come back, and however sweet and charming your girl, as you see her, may be if your feelings had changed...". There had been more of this. Joe had presumably interrupted it unsympathetically: "You'll be at the St. Paul, Mother?" "Yes, dear. And we'll take a room for you there." "Thanks. Well, I'll tell you who I'd like to bring to dinner. Mother. I'd like to bring Maggie." "I want you and Dad to meet her. My plans have changed slightly. I may not sail to-morrow. Anyway, I want you to meet her." He could hear panic behind her carefully cheerful tone, those circumstances, perhaps I'd bet those circumstances, perhaps I'd better not risk anybody else. "How do you mean 'under those circumstances?'" But his mother had been too smart for him. "Merely, dear, that your father and I would like an opportunity to really know her a little." "I want you to meet my mother and father, Mary Margaret," he told her, as they tolled to and fro with crates and trays of merchandise. "They want us to have dinner with them to-night." "Honest, Joe." "They're living at a hotel, now," he said. "Joe, where is your father and another's hotel?" "It's right on the square, opposite the new oak building." "Oh, right near the St. Paul?" "It is the St. Paul." She eyelid him incredulously, amusedly. "Yes, it is! Now you tell another." Joey within a few hundred feet now of its august doorway, felt a first prick of misgiving. "Joe, you're kidding!" "No, I'm not, darling. This is just a restaurant, like any other, and you find the food isn't as good as your own cooking.—The you g lady will leave her coat, too please. Lebeau, Mr Merrill's table, please." They were in the hands of the bowing, obsequious headwaiter. Maggie did not hold Joe's hand, but she kept her frightened little person close in the shadow of his as they entered the warmth and intimacy and beauty of the Legend Room. White tables, at all of which were diners, brilliant big lights far overhead, and little lights on the tables women whose shoulders were bare and whose hair was moulded into close caps of curls, jewels and velves and perfumes and flowers and soft music—it was all a wild whirl to her stunned senses. Her shabby little shoes, her plain little gown moved beside Joe blinny. She heard him, say: "My mother, Maggie." She saw a steel-bright, handsome face looking at her under beautiful scallops of feathered hair sat with a jewelled algrette. She murmured: "Please to meet ju," and sank dizzily into a seat. Mrs. Merrill's handsome eyes flashed with a malicious satisfaction. She had hoped, in her somewhat twisted conception of motherry loyalty, that Joe's girl would not make much of a showing to-night. But she had hardly dared hope for a conquest quite so overwhelming and immediate. "We took the liberty of ordering, Miss Johnson," she said smoothly, "although perhaps etiquette might have hinted that we wait!" Joe eyed his mother—shut his jaw hard. But Maggie looked up, and he saw with a sort of delighted terror that she had been angered into self-control. "I thought you knew," she said clearly, "that I don't know anything about etiquette! Are you—" she pursued evenly, turning to Joe; father—"are you G. J. Merrill of the Stores." "I am, my dear," said George Merrill kindly, feeling sorry for the bewildered little thing. Maggie grew very white and sat sick slightly in her chair. "Joe never told me—I didn't know," she said in a lifeless little voice. But now that you do know it—and ought to have told you long ago, and I'm a fool!" Joe said quickly, uncomfortably, "—it doesn't make one scrap of difference, does it." She raised her eyes to his, there was a second of silence. "Not at all," she answered them quietly. Continued Next Week Three Towns Added to Water District Long Beach, Fullerton and Torrance have formally been admitted to the Metropolitan Water District, which includes Anaheim, Santa Ana and a number of their cities of the Southland which will avail themselves of the water supply which will be brought in from the Colorado river when the aqueduct is completed. The application of the three new towns which have joined the district have been sent to the secretary of state at Sacramento for certification. Upon the return of the certificates formal notification of admission to the district will be sent to the three cities, all of which recently voted to become a part of the Colorado river aqueduct project. The assessed valuation of the district will be increased by approximately $225,000,000 when the action is completed. A resolution definitely establishing the policy of the district in the matter of water contracts, with the federal government regarding amount of water to be taken from the Colorado river has been passed by the Metropolitan board, to set at rest fears and criticisms of the Imperial Valley Irrigation district. It was explained that the original "Joe, where is your father and another's hotel?" "It's right on the square, opposite the new bank building." "Oh, right near the St. Paul?" "It is the St. Paul." She eyed him incredulously, amusedly. "Yes, it is! Now you tell another." Joe, within a few hundred feet now Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria MOTHER: Fletcher's Castoria is a pleasant, harmless Substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Teething Drops and Soothing Syrups, especially prepared for Infants in arms and Children all ages. To avoid limitations, always look for the signature of Castler's Castoria Press directing or early package. 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Eleven men who have been in the employ of the company for ten years and 42 who have seen five years of continuous service received the momentoes. The distribution was made at the annual party, which on Wednesday evening was attended by more than 100, at least half of them being from the Araheim district. The buttons were distributed after a dinner at the Jonathan Club in Los Angeles. Then the entire party saw the picture "Trader Horn" at the Chinese theatre in Hollywood. The ten year buttons went to LeRoy M. Edwards of Los Angeles, president of the firm who with Mr. Todd, presided as host at the event, Stone W. Todd, vice-president; J. E. Wilbern, construction foreman; R. W. Blatch of the Araheim office force; T. K. M. Smith, superintendent of the meter department; L. A. Burchley, assistant chief engineer of compressor gases; Emil C. Miller and Jesse McDaniel compressor plant engineers; Harry Wagera, truck driver; John Miller and Ed Schell, superintendent of compressor plant. 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