anaheim-gazette 1931-04-23

TIGER EYE---of the Cattle Range By B. M. BOWER Fourth Installment The Kid's name was Bob Reeves, but back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye, because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barrel. His father was "Killer" Reeves, but the boy did not want to kill. If he stayed home he would have to carry on his father's feuds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encountered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired just as Tiger Eye did. The Kid didn't want to kill Nate, only to cripple him, but his alm must have been wild. For Wheeler dropped from his horse, Babe Garner came riding up. Wheeler was a "nester," he said, and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler's cabin to notify the dead man's widow. The Kid breaks the news of Nate's death to his widow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering he had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while another shot had killed the man. A gang of smarmy rage up of them results Ms. Wheeler by coupling her name with the stranger. The Kid shoots a hole in each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insult, making his escape in the confusion. Learning that the "nesters" plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the Kid informs Garner, telling him at the same time he had learned it was the latter's shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding range for the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driving in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Wheeler. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Old man, all right. Her old pappy, shot without a chance in the world to help himself. Didn't even have a gun on him. Old farmer, by the look of him. Bald-headed and little and old. The kid investigated his head injury. Didn't seem to be any crack in the skull, but still you couldn't tell, with an old man like him. The kid got up and looked in the wagon. A sack of flour was there, and color staining her cheeks. "We've got to be grateful for that." "Are you the fellow that shot Pete in the ears? They were talking about that yesterday at Nate Wheeler's fune—" she caught herself up, bliting her lip. "Nate Wheelah's funeral," the kid finished softly. "Yes'm, I had the plea-suh of eah-mahkin' Pete the othah eventin'". "Then you're one of those Texas killers. They said it was a Texas killer done that. Pa, ain't you able to get in the wagon? I can drive, if you can sit and ride." She was in a hurry to get away from him, even though he had saved her from Pete Gorham. Saved her and her pappy's life, and this was all the thanks he got. The kid swung on his heel and gave all his attention to backing the wagon off the buckbush so the team could be turned around. He worked swiftly, surely, his capable hands never wasting a motion, never uncertain of the thing they should accomplish. The team was restless, wanting to go home, and the kid turned to the girl. "If yo'all would be so accommodatin' as to come hold these hawses a minute," he said stiffly. "I'd be shoah pleased to tote yoh pap ovah and lay him in the wagon." "I kin walk, dang ye!" the old fellow cried pettishly. But he couldn't, except with the help of the kid's arm under his shoulders, taking all the weight off the wobbly old legs. "We're much obliged," the girl said constrainedly, after he had lifted the old man into the wagon. "Even if you are a rim rider for the Poole, I want to thank you for—all you've done." Then she looked at Pete Gorham, who sat cursing beside a sage-bush, took the time he was staring at which hid her home. A thick cottonwoods ran up along there. There were places to top of the trees showed in ridge. One place, where they ped a little, the kid thought make out part of the roof of Might be rocks, but it should like a roof. The kid stirred uneasily as glasses drop from his eyes oddly attenuated shadow we stealthily down the rocks be big hat and a pair of shoulders longer as he looked, sprang up like a startled dec in his hand and pointing at the man who stood looking then suddenly the kid smiled and tucked the gun back in. "Come alive like a rat yuh?" Babe Garner grinned asleep? No, I been watchin' the Huh! Babe's tone soundical. "See anything?" Saw a fune'l ovah to Nahl's place." You didn't report it to Babe charged grimly. "What matter? Paralyzed so you could to pinnacle?" No suh, I was right atttah," he said mildly. Doln' what? Shottin' a nestah! Hell! Why didn't yuh Babe's tone had warmed "Some one tryin' to dry-g Tiger Eye?" Treckon he was almin't t Babe." Continued Next Week One Dish Meals NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Old man, all right. Her old pappy, shot without a chance in the world to help himself. Didn't even have a gun on him. Old farmer, by the look of him. Bald-headed and little and old. The kid investigated his head injury. Didn't seem to be any crack in the skull, but still you couldn't tell, with an old man like him. The kid got up and looked in the wagon. A sack of flour was there, and a box of groceries, all jumbled together, and a demijohn lying on its side. The kid hoped it held whiskey, and reached a long arm for it. Shoah enough—old pappy liked his eye opener when he got up in the morning, and was taking home a jugful. The kid gave him an eye opener now, holding the old man's head up and tilting the jug to the ashy lips pinched in together in the long beard. Then he poured a little in his palm and rubbed it on the blue lump in the thin gray hair, and after that he trickled a pungent little stream on the bullet wound, front and back. The man's faded blue eyes opened and he stared vaguely into the kid's face. "Reckon yo'all feelin' some bettah, suh," the kid said shyly. "Right smaht crack on the haid, but the whishy'll keep down the swellin'." And when the old eyes still questioned, the kid offered further encouragement. Bullet dug itself a trail in yo'all's side, but it ain't deep, no how." "The old man opened his mouth and moved his jaw uncertainly, trying to speak. His eyes never left the kid's face." "Where's Nellie?" The old man was still dazed, but at least he could speak once more. The kid gave a sigh of relief. "Why, suh, she—" he turned and looked back toward the hill "—she's comin'. She'll be heath directly, suh." The drink revived the old man a little, but he seemed to have only a vague idea of what had taken place. "Team run away," he mumbled. "Throwed me out. Where's Nellie? She was in the wagon when the team run away." She came, her long yellow hair pulled forward over her left shoulder. Her face was pale and her mouth drooped at the corners, and her eyes were glassy with terror, but the kid thought she was beautiful and he blushed a dark red as he tipped his hat to her. "You hurt, Pa?" The girl sank on her knees beside the old man. "Pete shot you, didn't he?" "Pete? Pete who? The horses run away. Guess they throwed me out. Where was we goin', Nellie? Wasn't we goin' some place?" "We were going home, Pa." She was kneeling there, looking at the blue lump on her father's head, and from there her starling eyes turned to the bullet wound in his side, which the kid left uncovered ready for furtherute," he said stiffly. "I'd be shoah pleased to tote yoh pap ovah and lay him in the wagon." "I kin walk, dang ye!" the old fellow cried pettishly. But he couldn't, except with the help of the kid's arm under his shoulders, taking all the weight off the wobbly old legs. "We're much obliged," the girl said constrainedly, after he had lifted the old man into the wagon. "Even if you are a rim rider for the Poole, I want to thank you for—all you've done." Then she looked at Pete Gorham, who sat cursing beside a sage-bush, took her foot down off the hub, and came over to where the kid stood stroking the nose of the horse he was holding by the bridle. "If you don't kill Pete Gorham, he'll kill you," she said in a fierce undertone. "Reckon it'll be a right smart while befo' he's able." The kid did not look at her. She glanced again toward the querulous murmur of her dad's voice. "You better quit the Poole and get out the country," she said hurriedly. "The valley folks' kill you—" She seemed to think that was saying more than she dared, for she turned sharply away and drove off. He want over to Pete Gorham, lifted him to his feet and faced him toward the valley. "Go hunt yo'eff a coyote den and crawl into it," he advised harshly, and started back up the hill, climbing like one in a great hurry. The kid's lips thinned and straightened when he remembered that girl running for the hill, Pete after her with his rope. Any other man would have shot to kill. But somehow this thing of killing—it was plumb easy to do, but yo'all never could put the life back in a man once you'd shot it out. Funny about the nesters being wise to Poole rim riders. The funeral was another strange thing. They buried Nate Wheeler yesterday, she said. Then what did they want to carry out a coffin and another procession today for? The kid couldn't see any sense to that. The kid turned his glasses on the now-distant wagon and looked for Pete. Might as well make shoah he wasn't trying to traill the girl. No, Pete was going straight across the flat, making a beeline for Becker's coulee, as nearly as the kid could judge. Satisfied, he turned the glasses again upon the wagon. Shoah was a pretty girl. The kid never had seen such yellow hair in his life. Wasn't much like that darned stuck-up girl back home that had made fun of his yellow eye. This girl, Nellie, never noticed his eye. He sighed and gave another sweeping glance at the valley. Shoah was a funny thing about that funeral. Reckon they were just trying to fool him with it, like the girl hinted. Maybe they wanted to go all in a bunch somewhere and couldn't figure out any way to keep from being seen, and maybe "No suh, I was right at aftah," he said mildly. "Doin' what?" "Shottin'a nestah!" "Hell! Why didn't yuh Babe's tone had warmed up" "Some one tryin' to dry-give Tiger Eye?" "I reckon he was almin't Babe." Continued Next Week One Dish Meals Save Time, Ease Not Nearly as Experienced Meals, Saye Bureau of Home Economy (Corrrespondence to The Washington, D.C.-Supplier Dish Meals) with a salad or the suggestion of the Bureau Economics, U.S. Department culture, which approves their economy and for the saving of energy. In meals of this sort and protein foods can be seen with the vegetables in a single bureau points out. A Well-Balanced Meal All the ingredients of a wet meal can be included in wet meals, but such a meal is interesting and nutritious because of a raw vegetable salad, fresh fruit in season. Raw vide Vitamin C which is likely destroyed in long cooking. Women in business and families to cook for find that meal valuable because it can quickly and it simplifies Dr. Louise Stanley, chief of says it would be desirable could purchase these dishes prepared. Many Combination Many combinations of food used for one dish meals. So the bureau advocates are not with vegetables, shepard pleas and thick vegetables soups meat stock. The one dish meal is not a century invention for it hard even today, some of the nominal of old world still subsist. value of cooking food was the meats were first broiled on a stick. The next step wilt in leaves in embers and found that daubing food will bore burrying it was better stewed with the advent of a cooker. was beautiful and he blushed a dark red as he tipped his hat to her. "You hurt, Pa?" The girl sank on her knees beside the old man. "Pete shot you, didn't he?" "Pete? Pete who? The horses run away. Guess they threw me out. Where was we goin', Nellie? Wasn't we goin' some place?" "We were going home, Pa." She was kneeling there, looking at the blue lump on her father's head, and from there her staring eyes turned to the bullet wound in his side, which the kid had left uncovered ready for further ablutions of raw whiskey. "Don't you remember when Pete Gorham took in after us, after Nate Wheelah's funeral, and you remembered you never got your gun back from the bartender before you left town?" "Pete Gorham! Who's he? I don't remember any—" The kid's hand left its slow stroking of the horses's sweaty jaw. He walked over and stood beside the kneeling girl, bashful but determined. "Scuse me," he said diffidently, gun-hand to his hat brim when she looked up. "Did yo'all say Nate Wheelah's funeral taken place yeste'day?" "Why, of course it was—" she checked herself abruptly, one swift, troubled glance going to her father on the ground. "You must be a stranger in the valley if you don't know—" She cast a swift, suddenly enlightened glance upward. "Are you one of them Poole rim riders?" "I happened to be up the喉 when Pete Gorham shot yoh pap," he said, with slow meaning. "I taken it upon myself to stop Pete befloh he could carry out his plan." "Well wasn't you rim riding on the valley?" "I just happened to be the喉 at the time." "You're a Poole rider, ain't you?" "Poole! Poole rider!" The old man scrambled to a sitting posture, his face working furiously as memory came back with a rush. "One of them Texas killers, I betcha! It you dry-gulched my son, Ed? Where's my gun?" He clawed futilely at his hip, where no gun was holstered. "No, suh, it wasn't me." The girl gave an involuntary shudder and closed her eyes for a second. "Even if he's a Poole rider, Pa, he did us a big favor," she said, a little wagon. Shoah was a pretty girl. The kid never had seen such yellow hair in his life. Wasn't much like that darned attack-up girl back home that had made fun of his yellow eye. This girl, Nellie, never noticed his eye. He sighed and gave another sweeping glance at the valley. Shoah was a funny thing about that funeral. Reckon they were just trying to fool him with it, like the girl hinted. Maybe they wanted to go all in a bunch somewhere and couldn't figure out any way to keep from being seen, and maybe they just had a fake funeral to fool any Poole rim rider that happened to be keeping cases. Plumb foolish. Easiest way was to send somebody along over here to bushwhack him. The kid gave a sudden grunt of understanding. The nesters had sent somebody, all right. Or they thought they had. They'd sent Pete Gorham. And Pete had kinda got side-tracked, thinking he could kill off that old man and get the girl. The kid's face darkened at the simplicity of the scheme. Pete had thought he could do it and lay it to the Poole. They'd blame the Poole, and they'd go running after them harder than ever. But Pete didn't make it stick. The kid had come along and fixed Pete good and plenty. There was something in her voice that was like her hair. Something like gold. Of course, yo'all couldn't say a voice was yellow, or had a shiny sound, but yo'all could kinda imagine it was like gold. That girl down in Texas—her voice was like a tin pan. Funny about voices—they say more than words, sometimes. More than a person wants their voice to say. Hers did. Hers said she'd sohoah hate to have anything happen to a rim rider. The kid rode dreamily along, watching the wagon as it bumped over the dim trail in the grass. Watching just in case she might need help or something. Girl like that didn't belong with no nester outfit. She oughta have some big rich cattleman for a pappy and ride around on a nice, gentle horse. The wagon finally turned into a shallow depression and was seen no more from the rim. The kid marked the place where she lived; marked it with a special significance in his mind. Now and then he swept the valley with a perfunctory glance, but most of Drilling Story Cattle Ranges time he was staring at the ridge he hid her home. A thin line of onwoods ran up along a creek. There were places where the of the trees showed above the e. One place, where the ridge dipa little, the kid thought he could out part of the roof of a building. It be rocks, but it shoah did look a roof. The kid stirred uneasily and let the drops from his eyes. A long, dy attenuated shadow was sliding thily down the rocks beside him, a hat and a pair of shoulders growlonger as he looked. The kid up like a startled deer, his gun his hand and pointing straight at man who stood looking at him. In suddenly the kid smiled sheepishly tucked the gun back in its holster. Come alive like a rattler, didn't "Babe Garner grinned." You asleep? No, I been watchin' the valley." Huh!" Babe's tone sounded skepl. "See anything?" Saw a funnel ovah to Nate Whees place. Didn't report it to the Poole," he charged grimly. "What was the ter? Paralyzed so you couldn't git the pinnacle?" No suh, I was right busy soon. Doln' what?" Shottin' a nestah!" Hell! Why didn't yuh say so?" He's tone had warmed amazingly. One one tryin' to dry-gulch yuh, or Eye?" reckon he was aimin' that-a-way, e." Continued Next Week Fruit Patrolmen Get Reward for Work While most of Orange county citrus growers are abed and sound asleep, Sam Snodgrass and Walter Dungan are safeguarding the orchards against thieves, and the Northern Orange County Citrus Exchange last week awarded the two patrolmen $50 for catching Robert H. Boher, who has been convicted of stealing fruit from the grove of J. G. Garth, near Anaheim on March 19. Each of the two patrolmen received $25. NOTICE INVITING SEAL PROPOSALS FOR ELECTRIC TRANSFORMERS, METERS AND ROAD OIL Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim, at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P. M. of Tuesday, the 12 day of May, 1931, for furnishing the following equipment and stones were dropped into it to cook the ingredients and finally the pot itself was placed over the coals. So into this container were placed the meat and cereals that made up the meals. When vegetables became known they were added to the other foods in the pot and this form of cooking served man for a long time. The ancients had no thought for saving time, money, or labor. Their primitive needs were easily satisfied by simple meals to which, in times of necessity, we find ourselves returning. Elaborate meals are costly and no more nutritious than simple ones planned to contain foods that supply energy, build and repair the body cells and cells and those which may be termed regulatory. In the first group are the cereals and starches while such proteins as meat, fish, eggs, cheese, milk, and the legumes give energy. The vegetables and fruit comprise the latter class with their minerals and vitamins so necessary for maintaining normal nutrition. Fruit Patrolmen Get Reward for Work While most of Orange county citrus growers are abed and sound asleep, Sam Snodgrass and Walter Dungan are safeguarding the orchards against thieves, and the Northern Orange County Citrus Exchange last week awarded the two patrolmen $50 for catching Robert H. Boher, who has been convicted of stealing fruit from the grove of J. G. Garth, near Anaheim on March 19. Each of the two patrolmen received $25. ITEM 2 — ELECTRIC METERS Electric Meters of such classes, at such times and in such quantities as said city may determine, the total amount of contract for this commodity to be between $1000.00 and $5000.00. Said meters shall include single phase for two or three wires, equal to General Electric Type I-16; polyphase equal to General Electric Type D-14; and 5 ampere meters for use with instrument transformers. Single phase meters for two wires to be 50 cycle, 110 volt; for three wires to be 50 cycle, 110-220 volt. Polyphase meters to be 59 cycle, 220 and 440 volt. 5 ampere meters to be 50 cycle, 110-220, and 440 volt, with and without demand attachment. ITEM 3 — ROAD OIL Approximately 1000 barrels of Road Oil, to be delivered in tank trucks and spread upon the streets and alleys of the City of Anaheim in such quantities and at such times as said City may determine. Each proposal for Items 1 and 2 must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check, payable to City of Anaheim, in an amount not less than One Hundred Dollars ($100.00); each proposal for Item 3 must be accompanied by such check for an amount not less than ten per cent (10%) of the amount of the proposal; and the successful bidder for each item will be required to furnish, within ten days after the award of the contract, a surety bond payable to said City and subject to the approval of the City Council, in an amount not less than fifty per cent of the minimum amount of said contract, which said bond shall be conditioned upon the faithful performance of said contract. Specifications, proposal blanks and further information may be obtained at the office of the City Manager of said City. NO suh, I was right busy soon, Doin' what?" Hottin' a nestah!" Well! Why didn't yuh say so?" It's tone had warmed amazingly, one tryin' to dry-gulch yuh, or Eye? Reckon he was alimin' that-a-way, e." Continued Next Week One Dish Meals Save Time, Energy Nearly as Expensive as aborate Meals, Says U. S. Bureau of Home Economics Correspondence to The Gazette) Washington, D. C.—Supplement "One Meal" with a salad or fruit, is suggestion of the Bureau of Home nomics, U. S. Department of Agrilure, which approves them both for enomy and for the saving of time and energy. In meals of this sort starchy protein foods can be served along the vegetables in a single dish, the eau points out. A Well-Balanced Meal All the ingredients of a well-balanced meal can be included in single dish meals, but such a meal is made more interesting and nutritious by addition of raw vegetable salad, stewed or fish in season. Raw foods proVitamin C which are likely to be broyed in long cooking. Women in business and industry with duties to cook for find this type of valuable because it can be served quickly and it simplifies their work. Louise Stanley, chief of the bureau, it would be desirable if mothers and purchase these dishes already separated. Many Combinations Many combinations of food can be used for one dish meals. Some which bureau advocates are meat stews in vegetables, shepard pies, chowders, thick vegetables soups made with stock. The one dish meal is not a twentieth luxury invention for it harks back to earliest forms of cooking on which, in today, some of the nomadic tribes the old world still subsist. After the time of cooking food was discovered meats were first broiled over a fire a stick. The next step was to bury leaves in embers and then it was and that daubing food with clay beburying it was better still. With the advent of a cooking pot, hot NOTICE INVITING SEAL PROPOSALS FOR ELECTRIC TRANSFORMERS, METERS AND ROAD OIL Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim, at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P. M. of Tuesday, the 12 day of May, 1931, for furnishing the following equipment and supplies to said City, under purchase agreements to run approximately one year: ITEM 1—ELECTRIC TRANSFORMERS Electric Transformers of such sizes, at such times and in such quantities as said City may determine, the total amount of contract for this commodity to be between $1000.00 and $5000.00. Said transformers shall be equal to General Electric Type H, 50 cycle. Contract to include sizes from 1½ KW to 200 KW, for 2300 volt primary and 115-230 volt, 230-460 volt, and 115-230-460 volt secondary circuits; also all standard sizes for 11,500 volt primary and 415-230 volt, 230-460 volt, and 2300-4000Y volt secondary circuits. Prices for transformers to include oil, also hanger irons for sizes up to 50 KW. Contract to include primary fuse cut- PHILLIPS MILK OF MAGNESIA For Troubles due to Acid INDIGESTION AGAINST STOMACH HEARTBURN HEADACHE GASES-HAUSEA Reduce the Acid SICK stomachs, sour stomachs and indigestion usually mean excess acid. The stomach nerves are over-stimulated. Too much acid makes the stomach the proposal; and the successful bidder for each item will be required to furnish, within ten days after the award of the contract, a surety bond payable to said City and subject to the approval of the City Council, in an amount not less than fifty per cent of the minimum amount of said contract, which said bond shall be conditioned upon the faithful performance of said contract. Specifications, proposal blanks and further information may be obtained at the office of the City Manager of said City. The City Council of said City reserves the right to reject any and all proposals. Dated this 15th day of April, 1931. EDWARD B. MERRITT, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 4-16-3t A. B. C. Bu For Quick Reference Look Up Business or Profession Yanaheim Gazette Business and F BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction 504 W. Center, Anahel m3115 Private sales all the time. For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Bargains Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEEER Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Battery Business H. D. Hushman, Willard Batteries, 419 W Center St., Anaheim 3508 Brake Service Specialists Ford's Automotive Service, Ltd. 214 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim 4418 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 250 E. Center, Anaheim 3413 Cleaning Business Saveway Cleaners 313 E. Center, Anaheim 4413 Funeral Directors Reduce the Acid SICK stomachs, sour stomachs and indigestion usually mean excess acid. The stomach nerves are over-stimulated. Too much acid makes the stomach and intestines sour. Alkali kills acid instantly. The best form is Phillips Milk of Magnesia, because one harmless dose neutralizes many times its volume in acid. For 50 years the standard with physicians everywhere. Take a spoonful in water and your unhappy condition will probably end in five minutes. Then you will always know what to do. Crude and harmful methods will never appeal to you. Go prove this for your own sake. It may save a great many disagreeable homes. Be sure to get the genuine Phillips Milk of Magnesia prescribed by physicians in correcting excess acid. 666 Is a doctor's Prescription for COLDS and HEADACHES It is the most speedy remedy known 666 also in Tablets. McCORMAC SCHOOL OF BUSINESS AND SECRETARIAL TRAINING McCormae Building 706 N. Main St., Santa Ana Courses In Stenotypy, Shorthand, Accountancy, Machine Bookkeeping, Bank Statement Machine and Comptometry Ask to See H. D. Hushman, Willard Batteries, 419 W Center St., Anaheim 3503 Brake Service Specialists Ford's Automotive Service, Ltd. 214 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim 4418 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 250 E. Center, Anaheim 3413 Cleaning Business Saveway Cleaners 313 E. Center, Anaheim 4413 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 3209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 4105 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway Anaheim, California ANAHEIM FEED AN Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY W. D. GR NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR PRINTING AND ADVERTISING. Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to 8 o'clock p.m. of Tuesday, the 12th day of May, 1931, for furnishing all printing and advertising for the City of Anaheim for the year commencing June 1, 1931, and ending May 31, 1932. All of said printing and publishing shall be done in conformity to the specifications therefor, which said specifications are marked and designated "Specifications for printing and advertising for the City of Anaheim, Series of 1931", on file in the office of the City Clerk. Such proposals will be received as follows: First: For all advertising to be done by said City required by law to be published in a daily newspaper published within said city. Second: For all advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper. Third: For all advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper, but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time. Bidders shall state in their proposals whether or not such proposal is based upon an estimate for publication of advertising in a daily or weekly newspaper, and shall designate therein the name and address of such newspaper. Fourth: For job printing required by the City of Anaheim, according to said specifications and according to forms and specimens on file in the office of the City Manager of said City. Should the job printing required for any item exceed the estimate therein set forth; the compensation for such job printing in excess of said estimate shall be at the same rate as that mentioned in the proposal for such item. Fifth: Separate proposals will also be received for printing placard notices of street or public improvement required by law and also for printing such notices in connection with publishing notices and resolutions concerning the particular improvement described in such notices. Each proposal must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check drawn on a bank within the State of California, in a sum not less than $50.00, payable to the City of Anaheim, the same to become the property the City of Anahelm, if, within ten days after the award of the contract to him, the successful bidder shall fall to enter into a written agreement with said City to furnish said printing and advertising in conformity to said specifications. The City Council reserves the right to reject any and all proposals, or any part of any proposal, and may accept proposals separately for advertising required by law to be published in daily newspapers, for advertising not required by law to be printed in daily newspapers but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time, and may accept proposals for City job printing independently from said City advertising, or as a part of the same proposal. By order of the City Council of the City of Anaheim. Dated this 15th day of April, 1931. EDWARD B. MERRITT. City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 4-16-3t Atwater Kent FEARN— The Set With the Golden Voice 113 So. L. A. Anaheim DR. G. W. CLOSSON Atwater Kent FEARN— The Set With the Golden Voice 113 So. L. A. Anaheim DR. G. W. CLOSSON VETERINARIAN DOG AND CAT HOSPITAL All Animals Treated 918 N. Los Angeles St. Phone 3914 Anaheim, California C. Business Directory Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of the For Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This in Gazette Business Directory Reliable, Convenient and Profitable. Use it. Funiture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Wilshire, Fullerton 51 Garage Business Troeller's Garage Spadra at Whiting, Fullerton 756 Glenn Updyke 134 W. Commonwealth, Fullerton 55 Hospitals Johnston-Wickett Clinic ANAHEIM, CALIF. Hours: 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. Insurance Business Mrs. George L. Story 304 Chapman Bldg., Fullerton 281-J Jewelry Business Wiseman Jewelers 228 W. Center, Anaheim 3308 Music Business Waller Music Shop Physicians & Surgeons Office Hours: 9 to 12-2 to 5 Telephone 4322 DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 401 Bank of America Bldg., Anaheim Phone 3212 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, Cali ANAHEIM, CALIF. Hours: 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. Insurance Business Mrs. George L. Story 304 Chapman Bldg., Fullerton 281-J Jewelry Business Wiseman Jewelers 228 W. Center, Anaheim 3308 Music Business Waller Music Shop 158 W. Center, Anaheim 3306 Optometrists Dr. Loarch Jr.. 222 N. Broadway, Santa Ana 2586 Homer A. Nelson, Opt. D. 114 N. Lemon St., Anaheim 3104 Paint Business When You Want— a good painter, or paperhanger; good paint, varnish, lacquer or wallpaper, call the National Lead Co. OF CALIFORNIA Successors to BASS-HUETER PAINT COMPANY 121 East Center St. Anaheim Phone 2706 Fullerton Paint & Paper Co. 212 N. Spadra, Fullerton 477 Photographers Betzsold Studio 110 E. Center, Phone Anaheim 2530 EIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Ocullus—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calli Office Phone 8213 Residence 887 S. Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Sta. Anaheim, California Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 Used Cars Glen A. Peck, Used Cars, 333 W. Center, Anaheim 4102 Advertising Pays if It's in The Gazette Perpetual motion machine inventors are the only ones required to furnish a working model, according to a statement issued by the Patent Office. The rule laid down one hundred years ago is still adhered to in that respect. Few are aware that flying machines came under the same ruling for many years but the rule was dropped shortly after Professor Langley's epochal but fatal flight. One flying machine patent issued was for a balloon to be towed by a flock of eagles. One of the prized exhibits of the Patent Office is a model of a device for enabling boats to surmount sandbars in rivers. It was issued to Abraham Lincoln, many years before he became President.