anaheim-gazette 1931-06-18

TIGER EYE---A Thrilling Story of the Cattle Ranch By B. M. BOWER Twelfth Installment "Well, nobody asked you to!" Nellie retorted. "You can suit yourself, you know." "Sheah aim to, Miss Murray," the kid grimly assured her, and loped off down the canyon without once looking back. He looked back up the canyon and rode into the willows. At the fence the kid turned and rode toward the dry creek bed where the ground was rough and humpy, gouged with spring freshets and undermined by borrowing small animals. When he found a spot where the fence went up over a small ridge he dismounted and kicked the wires loose from three posts, forced them to the ground and anchored them there with a couple of rocks and led his horse across. He kept going straight ahead until a willow growth ceased on higher ground and he could see what sort of place it was that had need of a fence like that. Some one was running cattle in here, all right. The edge of the thicket was broken and trampled where stock had pushed in for shelter, and there was cattle sign everywhere. The kid's nerves began to tingle a little. Cattle bawling! Shoah would be funny if he was to run right onto her bunch of cattle. He better if he'd let her come along, he reckoned. And somehow his spirits rose a little at the perfectly logical reason he had just discovered for wanting her with him. The kid lifted his head and swept the reddish waves of hair back off his forehead, settled his bullet-scarred gun at a careless tilt, pulled his holstered gun into position on his thigh and rode forward with an eager gleam in his eyes. on horseback clapped spurs to his horse and galloped like mad away from there. Joe Hale knew better than to try a shot. He remembered too vividly how Jess Markel had fared with the kid over at the Poole. Babe remembered too, and a horror grew in his face as he stared at his numbed and bleeding hand. He'd rather be dead than crippled—he always had said so—and now his knuckles would be stiff and useless to pull a trigger. But when he glanced up and saw the kid looking after the fleeing horseman he chanced a shot with his left gun. But the kid didn't seem to need his eyes to tell what was going on. He caught Babe's movement and fired almost without looking. "Lime up with yoah backs this way," said the kid softly to Joe and the two calf wrestlers. They did so in haste—all but Babe, who had crumpled down limply in the sand, with his bleeding hands crossed above his head and his face hidden in his arms. The kid pulled their guns from the sagging holsters, emptied them of catridges and tossed them into the bushes behind him. The meekest-looking wrestler worked with trembling haste under the cold stare of Tiger Eye Reeves. When he had tied Joe Hale and the other wrestler to posts ten feet apart and had helped Babe Garner into a shady spot where he would be perfectly safe with his feet tied together, the kid was going calmly about the business of tying his assistant to a third post when Nellie arrived. Her face was streaked with dust and looked suspiciously like tears, and her hair had been slawed by the willows until it lay on her shoulders like a streak of sunshine. She sat on her black horse and watched the kid, and under her direct gaze he felt his ears girl with yellow hair love to marry him and settle down to Badger now after help to come and take his but evidence of the cattle ridden them in the corral. a doctor out to fix up But she'd be back, all rights she got here, the kid was mother there was going to the family that shooh won on the job. He played "Listen to Bird," with more warbles low happy notes than how of putting into the song bare and desolate ranch lived he made a paradise Honeysuckle oughta grow right. He'd send down and have her get him a p birds. Take her and her down to Texas, only Pap would want to go on with he'd have to kill somebody killing was about over, u The afternoon waned men began to swear at the cramp in their limbs, but even heard them, he was ing plans for the future came. He sat there very to realize the amazing truth Murray was going to me loved him. She said she He was still sitting the later, when Nellie came vw and doctor and half a do worried the kid with queues But that ended, and he wv with Nellie, hitting str valley and the ranch hglorified. THE END Shoah would be funny if he was to run right onto her bunch of cattle. Be better if he'd let her come along, he reckoned. And somehow his spirits rose a little at the perfectly logical reason he had just discovered for wanting her with him. The kid lifted his hand and swept the reddish waves of hair back off his forehead, settled his bullet-scarred hat at a careless tilt, pulled his holstered gun into position on his thigh and rode forward with an eager gleam in his eyes. From the pole corral set back in a thin grove of cottonwood and box alder, a gray cloud rose into the hot sunshine of noon. Within the corral fence a small herd of cattle trampled uncessarily round and round swerving and ducking aside when a cowboy's loop swished out like the vicious flat had of a striking rattler. A man on guard outside unhooked the chain and swung open the gate to let out a rider dragging a husky bull calf over toward the branding fire, where two calf wrestlers grabbed and throw him on his side with a thump. A man lifted a branding iron deliberately out of the blaze, looked at it, waved it to and fro in the air, looked at it again and decided that it was about the right heat, and walked over to the calf lying there, with two sweating cowboys braced and holding him motionless, one half sprawled across his head, the other hanging for dear life to a leg. 'Aw'right,' he signalled carlessly after he had branded the calf and turned to thrust the iron again into the fire. It was at that moment that the three of them and the gate tender discovered that they had a new arrival in their midst. "Well, I'm damned!" jarred from the slackened mouth of the man with the branding iron, Joe Hale, range foreman for the Poole. "Howdy, Joe," said the kid, and felt for a match. He nodded to the calf wrestlers, who were on their feet and mopping their prespiring faces with soiled bandannas. As the man at the gate came toward him, the kid's yellow eye changed curiously to the steady stare of a tiger. Babe Garner! Babe with hollowed eyes and a shallow, indoor tinge to his swarthy face. Babe, with a question in his cold gray eyes and a smile on his face. "Hell's brass buttons!" cried Babe, swearing his very choicest oath kept for special occasions. "Where the hell did you drop down from, Tiger Eye?" "Rain washed me down the canyon, Babe." "Old Man send yuh over?" Joe Hale tried to make his voice sound casual, but there was an undertone of constraint which he failed to control. "Nevah did see Waltah Bell since that night I toted Babe into the ranch." "Oh," Joe studied on that. "Thought Her face was streaked with dust and what looked suspiciously like tears, and her hair had been slawed by the willows until it lay on her shoulders like a streak of sunshine. She sat on her black horse and watched the kid, and under her direct gaze he felt his ears and his face burn like fire. The kid did not look up, but he knew the exact instant when she turned her head to look at the newly branded calf which now wore a blackened and smarting window-sash brand where yesterday had been a tan-colored Reverse E. She relined her horse over to the corral and stood in the stirrups to look over the fence and inspect the milling herd. "Well, they're all here. I guess," she remarked to the kid who, ten feet away, was kneeling beside the calf wrestler and was yanking the last knot tight. "You made quite a haul, didn't you, Boh?" "Might be bettah," the kid owned, with a covert glance from under his hat brim. "One got plumb away." "Well, I told you we ought to work together. But you kept on trying to pick a fight with me, you know. Looks like you got all you wanted of fighting here." She glanced around at the sullen captives. "I hope you're ready to admit now that the Poole outfit are a bunch of cow thieves." "Shoah am," said the kid, his lips ready to smile the instant he forgot himself and let them go. "What you going to do now?" "Reckon I'll go aftha my hawse." She followed him, riding in silence while the kid went mincing along on his high heels, his spurs grougling up the loose soil at every step. "There's something I've been wanting to say," she went on hurriedly, "only you just won't give me a chance." "Peahs like I nevah do act the way I feel," said the kid. "Always did want to show yo'all I was a friend." "I know that. I just want to say that I made an awful fool of myself that night when Babe began to shoot off his mouth about the both of you being Poole killers," she confessed with a kind of shy defiance. "But it seems to me I had some excuse, with father killed just the day before. And I hadn't any sleep, remember, trying to get to Cold Spring and warn you the neighbors were sending men over to kill you and Babe. And getting trapped that way—and then when Babe said you shot my brother for five hundred dollars, why—I just simply blew up for a minute." "Shucks! I nevah did think a word moah about it," the kid declared earnestly, looking her straight in the eyes. "Well, I just want you to know I'm sorry." Her face was streaked with dust and what looked suspiciously like tears, and her hair had been slawed by the willows until it lay on her shoulders like a streak of sunshine. She sat on her black horse and watched the kid, and under her direct gaze he felt his ears and his face burn like fire. The kid did not look up, but he knew the exact instant when she turned her head to look at the newly branded calf which now wore a blackened and smarting window-sash brand where yesterday had been a tan-colored Reverse E. She relined her horse over to the corral and stood in the stirrups to look over the fence and inspect the milling herd. "Well, they're all here. I guess," she remarked to the kid who, ten feet away, was kneeling beside the calf wrestler and was yanking the last knot tight. "You made quite a haul, didn't you, Boh?" "Might be bettah," the kid owned, with a covert glance from under his hat brim. "One got plumb away." "Well, I told you we ought to work together. But you kept on trying to pick a fight with me, you know. Looks like you got all you wanted of fighting here." She glanced around at the sullen captives. "I hope you're ready to admit now that the Poole outfit are a bunch of cow thieves." "Shoah am," said the kid, his lips ready to smile the instant he forgot himself and let them go. "What you going to do now?" "Reckon I'll go aftha my hawse." She followed him, riding in silence while the kid went mincing along on his high heels, his spurs grougling up the loose soil at every step. "There's something I've been wanting to say," she went on hurriedly, "only you just won't give me a chance." "Peahs like I nevah do act the way I feel," said the kid. "Always did want to show yo'all I was a friend." "I know that. I just want to say that I made an awful fool of myself that night when Babe began to shoot off his mouth about the both of you being Poole killers," she confessed with a kind of shy defiance. "But it seems to me I had some excuse, with father killed just the day before. And I hadn't any sleep, remember, trying to get to Cold Spring and warn you the neighbors were sending men over to kill you and Babe. And getting trapped that way—and then when Babe said you shot my brother for five hundred dollars, why—I just simply blew up for a minute." "Shucks! I nevah did think a word moah about it," the kid declared earnestly, looking her straight in the eyes. "Well, I just want you to know I'm sorry." Her face was streaked with dust and what looked suspiciously like tears, and her hair had been slawed by the willows until it lay on her shoulders like a streak of sunshine. She sat on her black horse and watched the kid, and under her direct gaze he felt his ears and his face burn like fire. The kid did not look up, but he knew the exact instant when she turned her head to look at the newly branded calf which now wore a blackened and smarting window-sash brand where yesterday had been a tan-colored Reverse E. She relined her horse over to the corral and stood in the stirrups to look over the fence and inspect the milling herd. "Well, they're all here. I guess," she remarked to the kid who, ten feet away, was kneeling beside the calf wrestler and was yanking the last knot tight. "You made quite a haul, didn't you, Boh?" "Might be bettah," the kid owned, with a covert glance from under his hat brim. "One got plumb away." "Well, I told you we ought to work together. But you kept on trying to pick a fight with me, you know. Looks like you got all you wanted of fighting here." She glanced around at the sullen captives. "I hope you're ready to admit now that the Poole outfit are a bunch of cow thieves." "Shoah am," said the kid, his lips ready to smile the instant he forgot himself and let them go. "What you going to do now?" "Reckon I'll go aftha my hawse." She followed him, riding in silence while the kid went mincing along on his high heels, his spurs grougling up the loose soil at every step. "There's something I've been wanting to say," she went on hurriedly, "only you just won't give me a chance." "Peahs like I nevah do act the way I feel," said the kid. "Always did want to show yo'all I was a friend." "I know that. I just want to say that I made an awful fool of myself that night when Babe began to shoot off his mouth about the both of you being Poole killers," she confessed with a kind of shy defiance. "But it seems to me I had some excuse, with father killed just the day before. And I hadn't any sleep, remember, trying to get to Cold Spring and warn you the neighbors were sending men over to kill you and Babe. And getting trapped that way—and then when Babe said you shot my brother for five hundred dollars, why—I just simply blew up for a minute." "Shucks! I nevah did think a word moah about it," the kid declared earnestly, looking her straight in the eyes. "Well, I just want you to know I'm sorry." Her face was streaked with dust and what looked suspiciously like tears, and her hair had been slawed by the willows until it lay on her shoulders like a streak of sunshine. She sat on her black horse and watched the kid, and under her direct gaze he felt his ears and his face burn like fire. The kid did not look up, but he knew the exact instant when she turned her head to look at the newly branded calf which now wore a blackened and smarting window-sash brand where yesterday had been a tan-colored Reverse E. She relined her horse over to the corral and stood in the stirrups to look over the fence and inspect the milling herd. "Well, they're all here. I guess," she remarked to the kid who, ten feet away, was kneeling beside the calf wrestler and was yanking the last knot tight. "You made quite a haul, didn't you, Boh?" "Might be bettah," the kid owned, with a covert glance from under his hat brim. "One got plumb away." "Well, I told you we ought to work together. But you kept on trying to pick a fight with me, you know. Looks like you got all you wanted of fighting here." She glanced around at the sullen captives. "I hope you're ready to admit now that the Poole outfit are a bunch of diced beetles of tomato, a spoonful of water, boll remove any scum, two hours. Two cutlets or four be cut off from them and grilled or fried in crumbs and served with tees or surrounded with rottons and tomato sauce. A Good Vegetable One of the tea room makes a specialty of salad: Lettuce as a fouled lettuce cup a big spoon salad mixed with mayonnaise or pile of diced beetles of tomato, a spoonful of water, boll remove any scum, two hours. Currant Bloss Sift together two cups spoons baking powder as salt. Cut in with a tablespoon butter. Graduated quarters of a cup of milk make a soft dough. Plied ed board and pat it thickness. Spread it sugar and dried currant in half-inch slices and oven. Left-Over Cut into pork into sand pound it if no need "Hell's brass buttons!" cried Babe, swearing his very choicest oath kept for special occasions. "Where the hell did you drop down from, Tiger Eye?" "Rain washed me down the canyon, Babe." "Old Man send yuh over?" Joe Hale tried to make his voice sound casual, but there was an undertone of constraint which he failed to control. "Nevah did see Waltah Bell since that night I toted Babe into the ranch." "Oh," Joe studied on that. "Thought likely you come from the Poole." "Awn my way to the Poole, but I done changed my mind!" "Oh. Kinda outa the way, this calf pasture, and I just kinda wondered. Want to see me for anything? Wanta go to work again?" "Much obliged to yo'all. I taken a job of riding, Joe." "Yeah? Sorry to see yuh quit the Poole." Pollite. Too dawgoned polite to be natural. Peached like Joe was getting kinda suspicious. Babe too. Babe was edging around uneasy like, as if he wanted to get in back of the bunch of them. Had that cold look in his eyes. The kid knew that look now for the killer look. Get around behind and send a bullet into a man's back—that was Babe's tripe. The kid shifted his position a little and looked at Babe. "What outfit yuh ridin' for now, Kid?" Joe looked up from kicking a half-burnt ember back into the fire. "Ridin' foh Missus Murray, down in the valley. Widow woman. Old man that was killed and put the nestals on the fight the time they shot Babe, that was her husband. The one Babe got the bounty on." Eyes turned sidewise to meet other guarded glances. Babe's shoulders jerked backward as if from a blow on the chest, but no one spoke. "Lost some cattle last night," the kid continued, in his purring drawl. "I came out aftham them." The atmosphere of the Poole men froze for a second. Only Babe, knowing the kid of old, went for his gun and dropped it as the kid's pitiless bullet went crashing through the knuckles of his hand. The hands of the two calf wrestlers went up as if they had been jerked with pulley and rope. The man to me I had some excuse, with father killed just the day before. And I hadn't any sleep, remember, trying to get to Cold Spring and warn you the neighbors were sending men over to kill you and Babe. And getting trapped that way—and then when Babe said you shot my brother for five hundred dollars, why—I just simply blew up for a minute. "Shucks! I nevah did think a word moah about it," the kid declared earnestly, looking her straight in the eyes. "Well, I just want you to know I'm sorry." "Yo'all needn't to be." "I am, just the same. You ought to know I never did class you with the Poole. It's just this ornery temper of mine—" "Shucks! If yo' call that a tempah, yo'all oughta see mine!" The kid gathered up the reins, mounted and swung alongside her. "You? Why, Bob Reeves! You know very well I'm the meanest thing on earth! After all you've done, to—to do what I did and—and talk the way I've talked to you, it makes me so ashamed—" "Aw, hush! When yo'all talk that—a-way, yoh make me feel like batting my haild against a rock! Yo'all don't know how I felt this last month, thinking I had nothing but hate 'om yo'all—" "Hate!" cried Nelle Murray, as one who stands agast before so harsh a word. "Why, if you only knew—" And then she stopped and began to blush furiously, so that the crimson flood pushed up to the band of yellow hair on her temples. The kid reached out and gathered Nelle Murray into his arms. The kid sat on the ground with his back against a tree and drew his mouth organ across his smiling lips while he tapped the time with his foot, played the kid, over and over again, while his prisoners sat and listened, and wondered what kind of a man was Tiger Eye Reeves, who could shoot a man in cold blood, capture three others who had thought they were well able to take care of themselves, and then sit all the afternoon playing that darned mouth organ like he hadn't a care in the world. The kid didn't know or care what they thought about him. The kid was living in a world of his own, where Thrilling Story of Cattle Ranges girl with yellow hair loved him enough to marry him and settle down. Gone into Badger now after help and the sheriff to come and take his bunch with the evidence of the cattle right there behind them in the corral. Gone to bring a doctor out to fix up Babe's hands. But she'd be back, all right. And when she got here, the kid would take her mother there was going to be a man in the family that shohah would be right on the job. He played "Listen to the Mocking Bird," with more warbles and trills and low happy notes than he ever dreamed of putting into the song. The rather bare and desolate ranch where Nellie lived he made a paradise in his dreams. Honeysuckle oughta grow up hero all right. He'd send down to his mother and have her get him a pair of mocking birds. Take her and her mother back down to Texas, only Pap's old enemies would want to go on with the feud and he'd have to kill somebody. Reckon the killing was about over, up here. The afternoon waned and the Poole men began to swear at the chill and the cramp in their limbs, but the kid never even heard them, he was so busy making plans for the future. Darkness came. He sat there very still, trying to realize the amazing truth that Nellie Murray was going to marry him. She loved him. She said she did. He was still sitting there, two hours later, when Nellie came with the sheriff and doctor and half a dozen men, who worried the kid with questions and talk. But that ended, and he was riding away with Nellie, hitting straight for the valley and the ranch his dreams had glorified. THE END Summer Campers' Rules of Conduct State Forester Urges Folks to Get Outdoors, and Offers Many Suggestions So you're going to "camp out" on your vacation this year? If you haven't already started, hark to a few words of advice from State Forester M. B. Pratt on the art of camping. "If you're an office worker," he says, "by all means make arrangements to live out of doors. Put on your old clothes, get a camp outfit and some bedding, and sleep out under the stars. That's a real vacation for an indoor man." Accepted Rules of Conduct A good sportsman and camper, Pratt believes, should know the accepted rules of conduct when he goes camping. He carries a shovel and an ax in his car. Smokes only in camp. Puts his fire dead out with water and dirt. Leaves a clean and sanitary camp. Observes state fish and game laws. Cooperates with forest rangers in reporting and suppressing fires. And most important of all, practices what he preaches. Long hikes in the open air are the best forms of exercises for the office man, according to the state forester. Fishing is a great vacation pastime, but it can be overdone. The same holds true for swimming. When any exercise is carried to the point of fatigue, it loses all its "kick." Selecting a Campsite "In selecting a camp site be sure you have plenty of room and won't be cramped or uncomfortable," Pratt said. "Be sure you have a good supply of uncontaminated water close at hand. In selecting a resort, see that they serve fresh vegetables and good, pure milk." Make certain there are no ant hills in your camp. And when you build a fire, be sure it is no closer than 15 feet to a standing tree, and that over-hang- Wins Fortune James T. Sharkey, Boston milkman, won $25,000 in a national cigarette contest. WHEREAS, on November 1, 1930, National Bankitaly Company and Corporation of America, both California corporations, were merged into National Bankitaly Company, and the name of said National Bankitaly Company, the surviving corporation, was changed in form and manner provided by law to, and now is Corporation of America. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 3rd day of July, 1931, at the hour of 11 o'clock in the forenoon, at the south front door of the Orange county court house, situated in the city of Santa Ana, Orange county, California, Corporation of America, formerly National Bankitaly Company, said trustee in writing to execute the trust by said trust deed created, and to make sale pursuant thereto; and WHEREAS, notice of such breach of the obligations of the trustor and of the beneficiary's election to cause to be sold the property below described to satisfy said obligations has been recorded as is provided for by law, and more than three months have elapsed since such recordation and said trustee deems it best to sell the real property now remaining subject to said trust deed as a whole in order to fulfill the purpose thereof; and WHEREAS, on November 1, 1930, National Bankitaly Company and Corporation of America, both California corporations, were merged into National Bankitaly Company, and the name of said National Bankitaly Company, the surviving corporation, was changed in form and manner provided by law to, and now is Corporation of America. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 3rd day of July, 1931, at the hour of 11 o'clock in the forenoon, at the south front door of the Orange county court house, situated in the city of Santa Ana, Orange county, California, Corporation of America, formerly National Bankitaly Company, ``` loved him. She said she did. He was still sitting there, two hours later, when Nellie came with the sheriff and doctor and half a dozen men, who worried the kid with questions and talk. But that ended, and he was riding away with Nellie, hitting straight for the valley and the ranch his dreams had glorified. THE END Hints for the Home By NANCY HART Strawberry Cup Strawberry cup is an easily prepared dessert which makes use of sweet berries in a delicious way. Line a glass dish or individual dishes with split lady fingers, and fill in the centers with the sweet berries and whipped cream. Serve very cold. With Mutton Soak a tablespoon of haricot beans overnight. Cut the mutton into small pieces, and fry them just brown in a little dripping. Peel and cut up a carrot, turnip, and onion, and fry them for five minutes in the fat the meat was fried in. Put the meat in a casserole or stewpan, with a seasoning of salt and pepper, the vegetables, and haricot beans. Just cover with water. Bring to the boll, remove any scum, then simmer for two hours. Two cutlets, or four if small, may be cut off from the neck of mutton and grilled or fried in egg and breadcrumbs and served with mashed potatoes, or surrounded with boiled macaroni and tomato sauce. A Good Vegetable Salad One of the tea rooms in a big city makes a specialty of this vegetable salad: Lettuce as a foundation. In one lettuce cup a big spoonful of potato salad mixed with mayonnaise; in another a pile of diced beets. Then a slice of tomato, a spoonful of string beans, and two stalks of asparagus. The whole is dressed with French dressing. Currant Biscuits Sift together two cups flour, two teaspoons baking powder and one teaspoon salt. Cut in with a silver knife one tablespoon butter. Gradually add three-quarters of a cup of milk or enough to make a soft dough. Place it on a floured board and pat it to half an inch thickness. Spread it with cinnamon, sugar and dried currants. Roll and cut in half-inch slices and bake in a quick oven. Left-Over Pork Cut the pork into small dice. For a pound of it you will need two medium cuts. Selecting a Campsite "In selecting a camp site be sure you have plenty of room and won't be cramped or uncomfortable," Pratt said. "Be sure you have a good supply of uncontaminated water close at hand. In selecting a resort, see that they serve fresh vegetables and good, pure milk." "Make certain there are no ant hills in your camp. And when you build a fire, be sure it is no closer than 15 feet to a standing tree, and that over-hanging limbs won't catch fire from sparks. Clear a space at least 10 feet in diameter right down to the soil, then collect a few rocks and pile into a rough fireplace. Make your fire small. A large fire is unsafe." Be Sure Fire Is Dead "After the fire has served its purpose, put it dead out. Left even for a few minutes, live coals may be caught by a gust of wind and burn up your camp and the forest." Pour on water liberally, and then cover the coals with dirt, not leaf mould." Most forests are closed to smoking during fire periods. Pratt pointed out, except in camps. A cigarette stub or cigar butt must be carefully disposed of, as it may start a forest fire. "Above all things," he concluded, "take your time, don't rush, and don't worry about getting back to work. That spoils any vacation. The big idea of camping out is to forget work and renew your body and soul for the year of work ahead." Maintaining his position as the best-dressed man in New York. Mayor Walker now has a new coat of white-wash—Ohio State Journal. NOTICE OF TRUSTEE'S SALE WHEREAS, default has been made in the payment of the indebtedness secured by, and in the performance of the covenants contained in, that certain trust deed dated June 13, 1929, made executed and delivered by MAY L. GRIGGS, a widow, as trustor, to National Bankitaly Company, a corporation, as trustee for The First National Bank of Anaheim, beneficiary, which trust deed was recorded on July 1, 1929, in book 287 page 197 of official Records, records of Los Angeles county, California; and WHEREAS, on February 28, 1931, Bank of America National Trust and Savings Association, the owner and holder of said trust deed and the debt secured thereby applied to and directed A.B.C.Bu For Quick Reference Look Business or Profession Anaheim Gazette Business BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction House, 137 S. Lemon, Phone 3220. Private sales all the time For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Bargain Spot of Orange Co." 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Sprinkle in the flour and a small pinch of mustard, stir and let cook very gently for a few minutes and then add the stock and stir while it cooks for four or five minutes. Add the meat, lemon juice and salt, mustard and pepper to taste. Let it heat thoroughly and serve with mashed potatoes or rice. A well-equipped closet planned for a child so that he may easily and comfortably hang up his own clothes will be far more useful in teaching order than many scoldings on the subject. There should be low hooks within his reach, plenty of hangers that can be put on a closet pole to keep garments from wrinkling, a shelf for shoes, slippers, and rubbers, and a definite place for caps and hats. Sunbaths are fine for young children if they are accustomed to them very gradually, but care should be taken not to burn their tender skin. Excessive tanning should also be avoided because it prevents the ultra-violet rays from penetrating the skin, and therefore makes the sunbaths less effective. When making a number of children's garments at one time it is a good plan to buy extra cards of matching buttons, so that if any must be replaced you will have the same kind on hand. ASPIRIN BEWARE OF IMITATIONS DEMAND LOOK for the name Bayer and the word genuine on the package as pictured above when you buy Aspirin. Then you'll know that you are getting the genuine Bayer product that thousands of physicians prescribe. Bayer Aspirin is SAFE, as millions of users have proved. It does not depress the heart. No harmful after-effects follow its use. Bayer Aspirin is the universal antidote for pains of all kinds. Headaches Neuritis Colds Neuralgia Sore Throat Lumbago Rheumatism Toothache Genuine Bayer Aspirin is sold at all druggists in boxes of 12 and in bottles of 24 and 100. Aspirin is the trade-mark of Bayer manufacture of monoacetic acidester of salicylic acid. PAGE SEVEN Financial Expert Dr. Edwin Kemmerer, of Prince on University, has just got back from fixing up Peru's finances. WOMEN: watch your BOWELS What should women do to keep their bowels moving freely? A doctor should know the answer. That is why pure Syrup Pepsin is so good for women. It just suits their delicate organism. It is the prescription of an old family doctor who has treated thousands of women patients, and who made a special study of bowel troubles. It is fine for children, too. They love its taste. Let them have it every time their tongues are coated or their skin is sallow. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is made from fresh laxative herbs, pure pepsin and other harmless ingredients. When you've a sick headache, can't eat, are bilious or sluggish; and at the times when you are most apt to be constipated, take a little of this famous prescription (all drug stores keep it ready in big bottles), and you'll know why Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is the favorite laxative of over a million women! DR. G. W. CLOSSON VETERINARIAN DR. G. W. CLOSSON VETERINARIAN DOG AND CAT HOSPITAL All Animals Treated 918 N. Los Angeles St. Phone 3914 Anahlem, California D. C. Business Directory Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of the s or Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This Gazette Business Directory Reliable, Convenient and Profitable. Use it. Funiture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Wilshire, Fullerton 51 Garage Business 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 223 W. Center, Anaheim 3308 Music Business Waller Music Shop 158 W. Center, Anaheim 3306 Physicians & Surgeons Office Hours: 9 to 12—2 to 5 Telephone 4322 DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 401 Bank of America Bldg., Anahlem Phone 3912 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anahhelm, Cali Insurance Business Mrs. George L. Story 304 Chapman Bldg., Fullerton 281-3 Jewelry Business Wiseman Jewelers 223 W. Center, Anaheim 3308 Music Business Waller Music Shop 158 W. Center, Anaheim 3306 Optometrists Dr. Loerch 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 paper hanger; 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 HEIM 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. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. Office Phone 3213 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 Gazttee The price of silver is the lowest on record, because of an oversupply of the metal and this may be due to the fact that we don’t have many silver weddings any more, most of them don’t seem to last through the tin stage. Some people see calamity in a bumper wheat crop this year, but so far as we are concerned, we have never been able to see how the average farmer could make any money out of a crop failure. It is said that Mr. Mellon may advocate a national gas tax. Just think how much money we could raise in Congress from this!