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THE ANAHEIM GAZETTE
HENRY KUCHEL, Editor and Publisher
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ONE LIFE TO GIVE—AND GAVE IT
Nathan Hale, a hero of the War of the Revolution, who gained a lasting place in American history when he said "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country," had an anniversary last Saturday, but there was no observance of it, not even a flag for which he died was floated in the breeze. It was the 171st anniversary of his birth.
This hero of the Revolution was born in Coventry, Conn., on June 6, 1755, and in 1773 was graduated from Yale College with some distinction. He became a teacher and was teaching in New London when the news came of the British attack at Lexington. He was among the first to volunteer as a soldier at a town meeting held at New London, and he urged that his company at once move against the red coats. He became a lieutenant and later a captain. After the disasterous battle of Long Island, he was named by General Washington to penetrate the enemy's camp and learn if he could of the British war plans.
Hale was fully aware of this dangerous mission, but he volunteered for the service. Disguised as a Dutch school-master, he crossed Long Island sound at night in a rowboat. He entered the British camp, made drawings of the enemy's works, noting his memorandum in Latin. But upon returning, he mistook a British boat for the one that had brought him, and did not know his mistake until he was captured. He was stripped and searched, the plans and memoranda were found in his shoe soles, and these proved him to be a spy.
He was taken to the British headquarters of Gen. Hale on Sept. 21, the day of New York's great fire, and after a brief hearing, stood before a firing squad of red coats at daybreak next morning.
teered for the service. Disguised as a Dutch school-master, he crossed Long Island sound at night in a rowboat. He entered the British camp, made drawings of the enemy's works, noting his memorandum in Latin. But upon returning, he mistook a British boat for the one that had brought him, and did not know his mistake until he was captured. He was stripped and searched, the plans and memoranda were found in his shoe soles, and these proved him to be a spy.
He was taken to the British headquarters of Gen. Hale on Sept. 21, the day of New York's great fire, and after a brief hearing, stood before a firing squad of red coats at daybreak next morning.
The sentence was carried out by the brutal and infamous Provost Marshall Cunningham, who refused Hale's request for a Bible, and destroyed a letter he had addressed to his mother, for the reason afterwards given by Cunningham that "the rebels should never know they had a man who could die with such firmness."
Nathan Hale's patriotic spirit shone forth in his dying words—"I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
BUSINESS AND BASEBALL
We were talking the other day with a friend whose main interest in life, outside of his own business, is baseball. We were talking, as most men do when they meet these days, about the business situation.
"The business situation reminds me of the baseball situation," said our friend. "You remember that for the past few seasons an enormous number of big league players were batting home runs? They would stand at the plate, holding the bat by the tip and line them out over center field fence until home runs got to be almost commonplace. People began to get tired of them.
"Last winter the baseball magnates got together to see how they could tighten up the game. They developed a new ball, which gives the pitcher better control and a sharper break on his curves. Players who used to bat the old ball all over the lot found they could not even hit the new ball half the time. Then somebody began to think back, and recalled that Ty Cobb, the greatest batter of them all, used to hold his bat somewhere in the middle and crouch over the plate. He didn't hit many home runs but he got to first base oftener than any other batter in his time. So the baseball players of this season instead of swinging high, wide and handsome, have just shortened up their bats and are playing for base hits instead of home runs.
"Now it seems to me," our friend went on, "that there is a lesson in that for business men. Everybody in business was batting home runs two or three years ago. But we are playing business with a new kind of ball, and the fellow that swings a long bat and keeps trying for home runs these days does not even get to first base. But the wise business men are just shortening up their grip, playing up close to the plate, and they are batting out base hits, while the ones who have not found out yet that the new ball is harder to hit are beefing about hard times and blaming their troubles on everybody but themselves."
It seems to us that there is a good deal in what our friend said. There are a lot of business men who had things coming their way too easily during the boom, but the ones who are waiting for the old times to come back, but are the ones who are adapting their ideas and their business methods to today's conditions.
THE ROADSIDE LANDSCAPE
At intervals of a few miles along every state highway in Tennessee there is an innermost corner where people gather to enjoy the outdoors.
the grip, playing up close to the plate, and they are batting out base hits, while the ones who have not found out yet that the new ball is harder to hit are beefing about hard times and blaming their troubles on everybody but themselves."
It seems to us that there is a good deal in what our friend said. There are a lot of business men who had things coming their way too easily during the boom, but the ones who are waiting for the old times to come back, but are the ones who are adapting their ideas and their business methods to today's conditions.
THE ROADSIDE LANDSCAPE
At intervals of a few miles along every state highway in Tennessee there is an inconspicuous sign which reads, "No Advertising Is Permitted Within the Right of Way of Any State Highway in Tennessee."
For adopting this rule the state of Tennessee deserves a Pulitzer prize, or a Carnegie medal, or a tablet in the Hall of Fame. The state, of course, cannot control advertising signs not located actually on the highway property, but the mere fact that it has adopted this regulation, and is calling attention to it, undoubtedly has an influence on the whole subject of the defacement of the landscape by advertising billboards. These little unobtrusive signs create in the public mind a realization of the fact that advertising signs are a defacement and a nuisance.
Tennessee has some other pretty good highway laws and regulations. There is no speed limit in the state except such as municipalities set up, where traffic is thick. You may drive a hundred miles an hour in Tennessee, if your car will go that fast, but you are held strictly responsible for reckless driving and violation of the rules of the road. One of the things they are particular about in Tennessee is passing a car going in the same direction when both are going uphill. The state traffic police are vigilant, and the usual fine for this offense is $50. Tennessee has learned that most automobile accidents are not the result of speed but of carelessness.
Some other states and communities could learn something from Tennessee.
THE DEPRESSION A PROBLEM—NOT A DEBATE
There seems to be quite general agreement now that there has been a business depression. There is still an amazing amount of discussion as to whether it has been as bad or worse than depressions in the past.
The important point however is that there is a problem of eliminating or controlling the business cycle so that extreme inflation and deflation will not follow each other around so persistently, like squirrels in a cage.
What matter whether the problem is harder or easier than other problems? Let's get together and make an honest attempt to solve it.
ANAHEIM GAZETTE
Champ Clark's Son
Col Bennett C. Clark, son of the Democratic leader, is running for U.S. Senator from Missouri.
New Head of S.A.R.
Benjamin Newhall Johnson, of Boston, is the new General of the Sons of American Revolution.
Gets Washington Job
Harvey H. Gundy, Boston lawyer who was with Hoover during the war, has been appointed Assistant Secretary of State.
Bruce Barton Looks at Ways of Life
GREED
If any writer were big enough to gather up all the thousands of stories of the stock market crash, he would have material for the Great American Novel.
For the bull market, and the catasarophe which ended it, represented all that is best and worst in the American character; our optimism, which is at once our strength and our weakness; our restless desire to better our condition by any available means; our unworthy greed.
One of the best of the market stories was told me by a celebrated surgeon whose name I can not reveal.
Steel-framed, glass-walled warehouse, 15 stories high and with 40 acres of floor space. Glass skyscrapers 70 stories high are being planned by various architectural firms.
The frame work of these structures will be of steel or some light strong alloy. Window sash, spandrels and trim will be of a rustless metal like aluminum or chromium-nickel steel.
Glass bricks made with heat-insulating air cells and light-diffusing surfaces, in transparent pastel shades of color, or faceted and transparent, will form the walls. In the sunshine they will glitter like a frost picture in a silver frame.
After nightfall, when the interior is lighted, they will become glowing towers of many-hued beauty:
"We are just beginning to study the effect of light and color on disposition, moods and general human efficiency," deeds Albert E. Marshall, who has developed a hollow brick of glass that will withstand the heaviest loads and resist to degrees of heat without damage.
"Structural glass walls will
Short Essays On Popular Topics
AIMS OF EDUCATION
By Nicholas Murray Butler,
President of Columbia University
There is a very small minority of human beings who continue to grow intellectually after 23 or 24. Many after that age settle down to likes and dislikes, habits of living, and close their minds.
We are face to face with the responsibility of carrying forward our political organizations, straightening out our social and economic difficulties and meeting emergencies as they arise, problems solved only by those whose minds are not made up for once and
of the stock market crash, he would have material for the Great American Novel.
For the bull market, and the catasarophe which ended it, represented all that is best and worst in the American character; our optimism, which is at once our strength and our weakness; our restless desire to better our condition by any available means; our unworthy greed.
One of the best of the market stories was told me by a celebrated surgeon whose name I can not reveal.
"I work hard for my money," he said, "and have never speculated. However, the fever got me finally, like everybody else. There was one particular stock which was a favorite in my city. Bank presidents and boot-blacks were in it together; it went up by leaps and bounds."
"Against all my traditions, I bought several hundred shares. It continued to climb; I had profit of many thousand dollars."
"One night my wife saw me making penciled calculations on the margin of the newspaper. She said I ought not to be worrying about stocks, and she urged me to sell out and never think about the market again."
"I argued that by holding on for another ten points we could pay for the wing which she wanted to build on the house.
"While we were still talking, my little girl came in an asked my help on her Latin lesson for the next day. It was the translation of Aesop's fable of the dog and the bone. The dog, you remember, saw his reflection in the water and, thinking it was another dog whose bone he would steal, reached down with open jaws and lost his own bone.
"The moral of the fable was, 'Greed usually results in the loss of everything.'"
"That night when I went to bed I could not sleep. The fable kept running through my mind. First thing next morning I telephoned my broker to sell me out. It happened that the stock went up a few more points, but a couple of weeks later if dropped like a shot, I was very lucky, and had sense enough not to think I had been smart. You can bet that I am done with speculating forever."
I hope that when this editorial is printed we may be in the midst of good times, with increasing business and a rising market. In that case, some young man may see it and appreciate the reminder that "greed usually results in the loss of everything."
HOUSES OF GLASS
Building plans filed with the New York city government indicate that nearly a dozen skyscrapers, constructed with glass walls, are to be erected during the coming year. As the proposed structures include one skyscraper hotel and two big apartment houses, it appears there is a constant demand for wooden cigarette Indians, iron deer and dogs, and the iron hitching posts with the little darky's head that used to be common on every Main street. Glass curtain tie-backs and antique colored glassware are in great demand, also any type of original brass pulls for furniture. There is a constant inquiry for old-fashioned small mahogany bars for private houses.
There doesn't seem to be any age limit to antique collectors, and one's available amount of money has very little to do with the mania for collecting.
There is a very small minority of human beings who continue to grow intellectually after 23 or 24. Many after that age settle down to likes and dislikes, habits of living, and close their minds.
We are face to face with the responsibility of carrying forward our political organizations, straightening out our social and economic difficulties and meeting emergencies as they arise, problems solved only by those whose minds are not made up for once and all, who have elasticity of temper and whose feelings are not hardened.
The larger aspect of adult education, as I see it, has two objectives to present.
It must try to reach the individual at a time when his curve of possible accomplishment and growth is still rising, and give him a new power, a new ammunition as it were, with which to carry forward so that fifty years from now a noticeably greater number of these curves will pass 40 at a rising scale. It also must keep open minds, sympathetic feelings, elasticity of temper to a very much later period than now is customary with the great mass of mankind.
Men tell you they are born in this political party or that, in this form of religion or that social conviction. Is that not a confession that their minds are closed, that they have put themselves between two walls over which they cannot see, much less climb, and that all life holds for them is progress straight forward within those narrow and circumscribed limits?
How can they pass judgment on these pressing problems or participate in the responsibilities of a democratic society?
These architectural historians who insist that 40 years ago America had some very peculiarly designed buildings ought to browse around a bit now and see some of our latest filling stations—Lexington Herald.
DISH-WASHING CHARTED
The traditionally conscientious housewife will probably stand agastah at the finding of science in the field of dish-washing. Mary K. Heiner and N. M. Venner of the University of Chicago, after transferring this prosite occupation to the realm of graphs, charts and curves, have announced that dirty dishes should be left around unwashed until the entire day's stack was accumulated in order that all may be washed at once.
By doing this and one or two other things, it is said, a lot of time and energy may be saved. It is calculated that in the average American family 38 minutes and 8 seconds a day are spent in making 1,954 motions involved in washing the family dishes. By applying modern efficiency methods this could be reduced to 22 minutes and 58 seconds, and only 950 motions.
HOUSES OF GLASS
Building plans filed with the New York city government indicate that nearly a dozen skyscrapers, constructed with glass walls, are to be erected during the coming year. As the proposed structures include one skyscraper hotel and two big apartment houses, it appears that several thousand people will shortly be living in real "glass houses."
Another of the glass buildings is a
the iron hitching posts with the little durky's head that used to be common on every Main street. Glass curtain tie-backs and antique colored glassware are in great demand, also any type of original brass pulls for furniture. There is a constant inquiry for old-fashioned small mahogany bars for private houses.
There doesn't seem to be any age limit to antique collectors, and one's available amount of money has very little to do with the mania for collecting.
Everything we have is taxed—even our credulity and patience. Florence Herald.
YESSIREE! THAT POLICEMAN IS MY UNCLE HES BIG AND STRONG AND WEIGHS TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POUNDS!
YEAH? WELL, MY UNCLE WEIGHS ONLY 128 POUNDS AND CAN STOP A TRAIN WITH ONE ARM!
OH BOY! HE MUST BE SOME ATHLETE!
NAW! HE'S AN ENGINEER!
Pinky Dinky JINGLES
AT SCHOOL OUR WILLIE HAS NO PATIENCE WHEN HE HAS TO TAKE HIS EXAMINATIENCE
SEND PINKY A JINGLE
TO THIS NEWSPAPER
OBSERVATIONS
GRASS, CIVIL, JAZZ
First wife: Yes, he died. Second wife: He divorced me.
Third wife: My man ran out on me.
KNOCKED FOR A ROW OF HIGHBALLS
Gladys—What, for the love of Mike, is a set-up.
Mabel—Why, dearie. Well of all things. You know, in prize fight circles when they run in a poor guy who don't know much about the game, the pugs say it's in the bag; but really on the first of the year when you foregather at the inns and outs, if you see a ginger ale bottle in the offing there is sure to be a bulge at the hip. How do you like my new bob? Nifty, 'Eh? Surely.
AND THE GALLEY BOY YELLED THIRTY
When the celebrated Dr. Einstein was in our midst he was interviewed by the newspaper reporters. They put their questions down in writing, so the professor could understand what they wanted to know. Then the savant replied to each question orally; and up to the hour of going to press it has not been learned whether or not the reporters knew what the famous mathematical expert was saying.
THE FADE OUT
Just about the time the New Year came in some of the high salaries of some of the stars in the amusement firmament went out. It seems some of the old favorites have lost the box-office contract. It is said the big head men are skirmishing around for new finds. And believe it or leave it some of the new discoveries are not so hot.
GRASPING AT STRAWS
A man who betrayed his trust and squandered a lot of money belonging to others was sent to a place where they gave him a number for his name. He goes for a long stretch. He says he will do all he can to restore the losses. If that is possible it will help a lot. He expects some day to be paroled. He looks into the future. The candle may be burning in the window. And yet again it may not. How different it would have been had he been honest.
GRASPING AT STRAWS
A man who betrayed his trust and squandered a lot of money belonging to others was sent to a place where they gave him a number for his name. He goes for a long stretch. He says he will do all he can to restore the losses. If that is possible it will help a lot. He expects some day to be paroled. He looks into the future. The candle may be burning in the window. And yet again it may not. How different it would have been had he been honest.
RIDING TO A TERRIBLE FALL
When a young, virtuous woman will wager her honor against a $1000 bill, on the turn of a dice, it's about time to punch the clock and call it a day.
ALL NATURE WAS SMILING WITH GLADNESS
When Governor-elect Rolph took over the reins of government, the dark clouds parted and the sun shone brightly. Then the bands played "Smiles" and everybody was happy and joy was unconfined. All children born on that day will no doubt have Sunny Jim for a middle name.
WOUND UP THE TOP, BUT DIDN'T SPIN IT RIGHT
From a millionaire to a waiter in the mess hall of a penitentiary is quite a drop, indeed. The money you hold under a trust is sacred. Should you squander that money you are untrue to yourself and your fellow man. Then you pay! The way of the transgressor is hard!
FOR BETTER, OR FOR WORSE
The old man was taking his afternoon nap. Snoring to beat the band. A neighbor called. Said the neighbor—Your husband snores. Yes, said the good wife, I found it out too late.
ANSWER TO A MAIDEN'S PRAYER
Two lovers. Overheard conversation: She: Do you love me? He: Absolutely. She: Will you always love me? He: Absolutely. She: There is no one else? He: Absolutely.
WELCOME TO OUR CITY
That terrific thunder and lightning that came in about the first of the year may have been a message from Mars to the famous space measurer.
MAULER'S MAZUMA
A couple of years ago a prize fighter won the heavy weight championship on a foul, and now he offers to fight again if somebody will hang up a half-million dollar purse.. Just what price the man would ask for his services had he won by a knockout has not been learned.
NEVER SAUSAGE AN ANIMAL
Sometime back a film cowboy star had a case on hand and the other guy said he purloined an equine named boloney. The hot shot was denied with paprica. During the 1902 slump 20 year old hawses went into the soop business. Next to reindeer, horse meat may be used sparingly in hot dogs. However, when a man embarks in that calling he has his colts revolver handy to keep the customers from climbing over the fence in their boarding house rush. The actor said the whole thing is a night mare.
NEVER SAUSAGE AN ANIMAL
Sometime back a film cowboy star had a case on hand and the other guy said he purloined an equine named boloney. The hot shot was denied with paprica. During the 1902 slump 20 year old hawses went into the soop business. Next to reindeer, horse meat may be used sparingly in hot dogs. However, when a man embarks in that calling he has his colts revolver handy to keep the customers from climbing over the fence in their boarding house rush. The actor said the whole thing is a night mare.
MARCONI STARTING SOMETHING
During a hearing of charges against a man who liked to use the radio, it was brought out that he stepped on many toes and caused some ears to burn. He said he belived that if the shoe didn't fit a fella didn't have to wear it. 'Talk is cheap but curb-stone prices for good stuff has dropped somewhat since the holidays. Radios are nice things to have around the house—if you can head off the installment collector. Many things may be said and heard over the radio, but some of the announcers get onto your nerves and no foolin.' They say you must not stop free speech but yet again there is a limit to everything.
ANYWAY SHE GOT HER NAME IN THE PAPER
Some moons ago an adventurous young lady from out the east had her car break down in the dreaded Death Valley, and was rescued after a night and a day on the desert by the gallant and fearless man who has gained much fame by his money flashes. The plot thickens. To get lost in the desert is easy. Was the gal looking for publicity. Did she know that the desert man was due on the trail when her boat went flooey. Anyway it so happened; and the man who knows' the desert wastes like a book brought the young lady into the civilization zones where there are many folks who only know about the Mojave from what they read in story books. So long, Sister.
CHEER UP AND SMILE
If you have been worrying about the weather you might as well stop right now, because if it's going to rain it will do so even when the sunshines. And yet again if it doesn't rain there will be a dry spell.
BEFORE AND AFTER
Speaking of this and that once a man said a fella is drunk when he cannot raise his head and call for another drink. And believe it or leave it another man the other day said a guy is not under the influence until he has to hold onto the lawn to keep from taking a header below.