anaheim-gazette 1931-07-16

Anaheim, Calif., July 16, 1931 ROWENA RIDES THE RUMBLE COPYRIGHT 1931 BY THE AUTHOR Fourth Installment Rackruff Motors hire Rowena to accompany Peter on a nation-wide tour in their roadster as an advertising stunt. At the last minute Little Bobby is engaged to act as chaperon. A few miles out Bobby becomes tearful at being parted from her sweetheart and Rowena insists on taking her place in the rumble so that she can ride with Peter and have him to talk to about Carter. Rowena gets Peter to consent to divide the expenses money each week as soon as it arrives, and astonishes Peter by eating too economically. The three tourists reach St Louis, after passing through Buffalo and Chicago. Peter and Rowena have many tiffs, while Bobby is enraptured at the way Carter is fuming over her flight from New York. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY There were bound to be ever so many pleasant, cool, shadowy shortcuts between St. Louis and Kansas City. On the way between St. Louis and Kansas City, Peter asked about shortcuts at no end of filling stations and garages as they went west, but no one seemed very well informed about byroads, and for the most part every one advised against attempting any such thing. It was well on toward noon when Peter found a man in a garage who thought there really was a short-cut just as Peter wanted. He wasn't altogether sure it was a direct route to Kansas City, but at least it did not lead back toward St. Louis. They had driven about twenty miles Peter gets under way, so I ran down and there you were—tearing off among the ruts in a cloud of metaphorical glory. So I picked some more berries, and the broken-down gent and I shot craps until the man from the garage came and towed him in. He invited me to go with them, but I knew you would be back for me when you got around to it." "There was a bridge out on the shortcut," explained Peter quickly. "I know. The broken-down gent remembered it about ten minutes after you had gone. But of course it was too late then." "You're very game about it, Rowena. Very sporting. I wouldn't blame you if you don't speak to me again from here to the coast." "Oh, nonsense!" said Rowena pleasantly. "This was just an accident. Accidents never make me mad. It's just," she added meaningly, "just—certain—people." In Kansas City, Bobby found thirty-one telegrams from Carter each increasingly immoderate in its commands for her to give over this outrageous conduct and return home at once. Rowena had the usual fat one addressed in the boyish scrawl, and surely she had read no further than the first paragraph when she began counting out her money. Peter had a comfort- was gone from the foot of satin mules from beneath ported traveling bag no beside Rowena's shabby su baggage rack. Peter and Rowena look other in wide-eyed conster There was a note, write paper in Bobby's round c "It was pinned to Rowena." "Darlings, I'm going hot to. If I don't I'll never get I'll send Peter the money as soon as I get my allowance on the seven o'clock have already wired him You're both just sweet and But I do wish you didn't I'm glad Carter and I get it And that," said Rowe that." "It's all of that," gloomily. "Nothing," declared Rowena "could be more irretrievable this." "It was great sport which said Peter. 'You have a game all the way through.' It was corking good but said Rowena. 'And taking you are not half bad to b with, Peter.'" "Well, it's all over now." "You don't suppose we..." Kansas City, Peter asked about short-cuts at no end of filling stations and garages as they went west, but no one seemed very well informed about by-roads, and for the most part every one advised against attempting any such thing. It was well on toward noon when Peter found a man in a garage who thought there really was a short-cut just as Peter wanted. He wasn't altogether sure it was a direct route to Kansas City, but at least it did not lead back toward St. Louis. They had driven about twenty miles along this rambling lane, which at times seemed to turn uncertainly toward Kansas City and then made a dead run for the Nebraska line, when they saw a stalled car in the road before them. The driver lay stretched out on the bank with his hat over his face. Peter slowed up. Rowena leaned forward and raped sharply on the glass. "Never ask advice of a broken-down driver," she warned him darkly. "If he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't be broken down." But Peter for once had struck the right party. The man knew every road in the state. Peter thanked him for his careful directions and returned to the car. He was too much of a gentleman to leer triumphantly back at Rowena under the awning umbrella in the rumble seat. He just got in behind the wheel and started the motor. He had driven fully twenty miles over the worst possible sort of country road when he found that a bridge was out, that there was no detour, and the only possible way to go on in the direction of Kansas City was to go back to the main road and start over. Very meekly he turned around to pay homage to her better judgment, but stopped short, staring open-mouthed. Bobby, who always looked where others did, turned too and her amazement surpassed his own. The rumble seat was empty. Rowena was not there. Peter slowly returned over the roads to where the self-styled expert had given him his directions. Twenty miles! Bobby closed her eyes. Peter hoped she was praying. He would have prayed himself except that the hard driving over the bad road required his complete attention. But he did keep breathing over and over in his heart the one word, "God! God! God!" and trusted the Infinite would understand it for appeal. Instinctively his foot lifted from the accelerator, and at a noiseless crawl the car rolled up to the shadowy bank under the willow tree where the stranger with the stalled motor had mapped out the futile short-cut. "Oh!" whispered Bobby weakly. "Look—look! Rowena!" Rowena indeed, lying motionless beside the road where the afternoon sun slanted behind the trees to throw proing telegram from Mrs. Rack, with a friendly postscript by Mr. Ruff, advising that the red-haired siege was lifted and that they had been honored with a sort of an apology, but warning them to be careful of their future conduct. Mr. Rack also said they were extremely pleased with the character of the work that had been turned out, and enclosed check for next week's expenses. Peter was extremely grateful for that check, for Bobby had spent the last cent of her week's allowance by Wednesday, after which time he and Rowena had obliged to carry her between them. "Chaperons come high, don't they?" grumbled Rowena, as she counted out nickels and dimes to make up her portion of Bobby's last manicure. It was a genuine hardship to them to be obliged to contribute so extensively to the maintenance of luxury-loving Bobby. On the other hand, her presence was so essential to the all-important tour that they were in no position to quarrel very seriously even with her extravagances. "For my part, I'd rather pay her bills than read Carter's telegrams," said Peter moodily. "I wouldn't," disagreed Rowena promptly. "I've learned to read with one eye and listen with one ear, and that way I get through with only half the mental strain." "Yes," but you've got a rumble to retire to." "So I have. But I have to sleep with one up here, do you?—By The way we got Bobby's place." But they both knew it hopeless. They said good night with vaguely suggestive of affair, for this killing, killer pointment gave them a curing-ground for almost the rest. Rowena sat alone at little and-high up, for she changed from a double to an immediately after the Bobby. She was not one to give a struggle—nor to give up that matter. It was nearly midnight shook off her final hesitation made up. An idea her terrifying and trembling before. She had toyed with it in the balance and, finding, pushed it resolutely away permitted it to work its wristiously sure. At twelve called Peter on the telephone was an end of her hesitation. "Listen, Peter. You must stairs in the lobby, right you? I have an idea." "But I'm in bed!" Continued Next V Oak Root Fungi A Citrus breathing over and over in his heart the one word, "God! God! God!" and trusted the Infinite would understand it for appeal. Instinctively his foot lifted from the accelerator and at a noiseless crawl the car rolled up to the shadowy bank under the willow tree where the stranger with the stalled motor had mapped out the futile short-cut. "Oh!" whispered Bobby weakly. "Look—look! Rowena!" Rowena indeed, lying motionless beside the road where the afternoon sun slanted behind the trees to throw protecting shadows over her slender figure. Peter was out of the car long before it had come to a stop and was up the bank and kneeling beside her. He lifted one limp slim hand. It was stained red. "Rowena!" he whispered. Rowena opened her eyes. "Oh hello," she said cheerfully. "Gosh, you were a long time coming back." "Are — are you—hurt?" stammed Peter. "Hurt? Why, no! What do you mean, hurt?" She licked a bit of red raspberry juice from her finger as she spoke. "D-did you fall out, darling?" asked Bobby in fatuously affectionate tones. "Fall out?" repeated Rowewna. "Certainly not." She stood up, lifted her arms, stretching her slender figure comfortably to its utmost height. "Had a grand nap," she said. "And wrote out just what I think of Missouri. Poor dears, you must be dreadfully hot and tired. Come and sit down—a nature's feast to feed you. Berries and cold spring water. I knew you would be famished so I picked heaps." "You darling," said Bobby, and greedily fell to. "But will you please tell us," she mumbled, with a full mouth, for she was very hungry, "how you fell—how you got—out of the rumble seat?" "I climbed out," said Rowena cheerfully. "It's the only way you can get out of a rumble seat." "But when——" "But how——" "We didn't see you!" When Peter and the broken-down gent were dusting off Missouri in the middle of the road I noticed the wild berries up on the bank among the rocks. I must have got myself out of sight of the car without knowing it, for the first thing I knew, I heard the usual racing of the engine with which dearence was so essential to the all-important tour that they were in no position to quarrel very seriously even with her extravagances. "For my part, I'd rather pay her bills than read Carter's telegrams," said Peter moodily. "I wouldn't," disagreed Rowena promptly. "I've learned to read with one eye and listen with one ear, and that way I get through with only half the mental strain." "Yes," but you've got a rumble to retire to. "So I have. But I have to sleep with her." One thing was certain. Her presence was essential, and Carter and his telegrams, she and her extravagances, were alike to be endured. At Topeka she was startled to find but one telegram awaiting her—a ten-word, straight day message. "Are you taking first train home or are you not?" It was not even signed. Bobby's fright was so genuine, her disappointment so real, that Rowena and Peter tried to console her. Peter took them out to a movie, and Rowena—with her own money—bought her a cunning little Kansas souvenir, a flask carved out of a corn cob—and she seemed slightly more resigned. She was very quiet as they crossed Kansas, and when they complained of the notoriously hot winds, she smiled patiently and said she didn't mind. She ate very little, and had fifteen cents of her allowance left at the end of the week. When they reached Denver they hurried at once, as they always did, to get their mail, and there was nothing at all for Bobby, not a letter, not a telegram, not so much as a souvenir postcard. She said nothing but turned pale and a little sad smile froze the dimples in the soft face. When Rowena went down to dinner she made excuses not to go—said she was very tired, said she wanted a hot bath and a good sleep, said she would just read a magazine she had picked out at the news-stand. They went up to the room immediately after dinner with all good intentions, and Rowena knocked. When there was no answer she opened the door and they went in. The room had a deserted appearance. Bobby's handsome articles of toilet were gone from the dressing-table. Her beautiful dressing-gown Oak root fungus, a dissect the roots of citrus trees Orange county, is a very large in the consideration of the citrus orchards, according visor Harold E. Wahlberg starting from one source may spread gradually to all the orchard. Those who study of it have observed this disease in individual or more than an area is affected treated in time would have one tree. Usually when the diseases served by the citrus grower real tree affected shows a foliage, a die-back of shoot eral run-down condition or sulting in little or no crev observation the roots will have become affected by which works on the inside of the roots. The disease is characterized by a wide growth affecting the woodcott, Professor Horne, prethe Citrus Experiment others have been studying for years and have demo it can be controlled and prespreading if proper precaution taken. Properly fumigating the root zone of the tree after construction of ditches or affected area are the conventive measures to use on the control of this general directions is availiable to the Farm A House Annex, Santa Ana. With one picture exposed minutes for six days and Department of Agriculture shows a speeded-up spring vetch seed sprouts was gone from the foot of the bed, her train mules from beneath it. Her imported travelling bag no longer stood beside Rowena's shabby suitcase on the baggage rack. Peter and Rowena looked at each other in wide-eyed consternation. There was a note, written on hotel paper in Bobby's round childish hand. It was pinned to Rowena's pillow. "Darlings, I'm going home, I've got to. If I don't I'll never get him back. I'll send Peter the money I borrowed so soon as I get my allowance. I'm going on the seven o'clock train and I have already wired him to meet me. You're both just sweet and I love you. But I do wish you didn't quarrel so, I'm glad Carter and I get along better." "And that," said Rowena flatly, "is that." "It's all of that," added Peter loomily. "Nothing," declared Rowena drearily, could be more irretrievably fatal than this." "It was great sport while it lasted," said Peter. "You have been pretty ame all the way through Rowena." "It was corking good business, too." said Rowena. "And taking it all in all, you are not half bad to breeze around with, Peter." "We well, it's all over now," said Peter. "You don't suppose we could pick VERY LATEST by Mary Marshall only upon the verbal directions given loses all sense of direction and can rely by the guards on the station platforms. And a lot of those fellows don't know any too much about the city. On the Second Avenue Elevated Road the difficulties are added to by the type of trainmen employed. Most of them appear to have left Ireland only a few weeks before and their brogue is often too rich for an ordinary American to understand what they are trying to tell you. The man who hires for that road must be a full-fledged Irishman with an intense love for the Ould Sod. A BUSY SPOT Perhaps the busiest spot in the whole world, judging by the number of people who pass by it, is Greeley Square at Thirty-fourth street and Broadway. No fewer than seven double lines of rails cross the intersection. And they run on five different levels, three being and one on the Elevated track and underground, three on the street level besides them are many buses. Within a block of the corner one may ride in the elevators of the Empire State Building for 102 floors above the street, besides going some six floors below, if one can get by the janitor. To those with a spark of adventure left, this city offers several weeks of gorgeous exploration possibilities and will form an unforgettable experience. LATCHSTRING ALWAYS OUT New York has an unwritten law to treat all visitors well. Local drivers are hauled off to court for any infraction of the law and dealt with summarily. But let your license plate bear a North Carolina. Ohio or Iowa license and all you get, unless you kill a pedestrian, is a smiling order from the cop to "watch what you are doing!" We know one man who moved here from Michigan three years ago who still carries an up-to-date Detroit license—just to get that extra touch of courtesy paid to visitors. DUMPING WEDDING RINGS Through the heart of Reno runs the Truckee river, straight from the high mountain of the Sierra Nevada under beautiful The present revival of cotton reminds us of the tremendous vogue for cotton that took place following the French revolution in France. Many of the new long, slender evening dresses are distinctly reminiscent of those days. Today we have a far wider variety of fine cotton materials from which to choose. Today's sketch suggests how to make a white or colored cotton dress. The flounce on the skirt measures about fourteen inches in depth and the pleats are about an inch and a half in width. You can easily lay them yourself, then baste down and press carefully. The frill on the bodice is made from a three-inch piece of material laid in pleats about an inch wide. Instead of extending the frilling around the back it is best to let it terminate at the shoulder seams. On the Sidewalks of New York BY OBSERVER (Correspondence to The Gazette) CITY FRIGHT Everybody who visits New York is seized at some time or other with a sense of panic at its immensity, no matter how well travel seasoned they have become. Practically every noted foreigner, from Dr. Albert Einstein to the youngest British flapper, yields at some time or other to this feeling. People in country towns who may have kept away from the city because of their innate fear of the town ought to conquer this feeling and spend some time here. It is more than a liberal education. NO REAL DANGER Life here is as safe as in any spot on earth, inspite of the monsters that roar in the subways, clatter on the ele- Oak Root Fungus A Citrus Disease Oak root fungus, a disease affecting the roots of citrus trees in parts of orange county, is a very important one in the consideration of the efficiency of citrus orchards, according to Farm Advisor Harold E. Wahlberg. The disease starting from one source of infection may spread gradually to a large area in one orchard. Those who have made a study of it have observed the spread of this disease in individual orchards where more than an acre is affected, which if created in time would have affected only one tree. Usually, when the disease is first observed by the citrus grower the individual tree affected shows a sparseness of foliage, a die-back of shoots, and a general run-down condition of the tree resulting in little or no crop. Through observation the roots will be found to have become affected by the fungus which works on the inside of the bark of the roots. The disease on the roots is characterized by a white fungus growth affecting the wood. Dr. Fawett, Professor Horne, pathologists of the Citrus Experiment Station, and others have been studying this disease for years and have demonstrated that it can be controlled and prevented from spreading if proper precautions are taken. Properly fumigating the soil in the root zone of the tree affected, and the construction of ditches outside of the affected area are the control and preventive measures to use. A circular on the control of this disease, giving general directions is available upon application to the Farm Advisor, Court Mouse Annex, Santa Ana. With one picture exposed every seven minutes for six days and nights, a new Department of Agriculture motion picture shows a speeded-up version of how spring vetch seed sprouts. NO REAL DANGER Life here is as safe as in any spot on earth, inspite of the monsters that roar in the subways, clatter on the elevated railroads and screech on the streets. That noise is what saves lives, probably. At the same time it is nerve-shaking to the stranger, from its potential menace. Being lost in this enormous city is no great shakes. All one has to do is step up to some one of its 19,000 policemen and let him straighten out your mental tangle. Years ago they earned the name of "The finest" and there is no reason to think of them as otherwise even in these days of newspaper exposes. AUTO TOURISTS Hardly an hour passes, day or night, that one cannot see an automobile carrying a load of farm folks out to see the sights of a great city, bowling along through the heart of Longacre Square—the focus of all this country's theatrical activities. Nothing is missing on most of these autos; the tent strapped on the running board; camp paraphernalia piled in, rusty old baggage, and dad up front in his shirt sleeves calmly moseying along past the friendly traffic cops; and mother in calico getting an eyeful while soothing her unruly brood. Everybody they stop to ask for directions takes pleasure in helping them along and, even if they don't stay long in the city but hike right out to some tourist camp, they get to see the greatest show on earth at a minimum of expense and effort. It's a good stunt for anybody in the country who is wondering where to go for a vacation. TRANSPORTATION No city in the whole world has as complex a system of street cars. It takes weeks before one learns just where they all go to, the problem being intensified by the subways, where one 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. Do prove this for your own sake. It may save a great many disagreeable hours. Be sure to get the genuine Phillips Milk of Magnesia prescribed by physicians in correcting excess acids. A. B. C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of directions given on land and can rely on station platforms. Moves don't know the city. Elevated Road led to by the type Most of them island only a few brogue is often American to prepare trying to tell tres for that road Irishman with an old Sod. Spot in the whole number of people seeley Square at Broadway. No holes lines of rails And they run three being rated track and street level buses corner one may of the Empire floors above the some six floors by the janitor of adventure left weeks of gor-bilities and will experience. UNwritten law to Local drivers for any infrac-t for summar-ise plate bear a for Iowa license you kill a pedes-er from the cop doing!" who moved here years ago who still Detroit license—ouch of courtesy. ING RINGS of Reno runs the from the high Under beautiful 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 purposes 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 18th day of July, 1931, at the hour of 11 o'clock in the forenoon, at the 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 as trustee, under and pursuant to the terms of said trust deed will sell at public auction to the highest bidder for cash in United States gold coin all the interest conveyed by said trust deed in and to the following described real property situated in Orange county, California, and more particularly described as follows: to-wit: Lot 37, Tract No. 798, "Homewood-McComber Gardens" as shown on a map recorded in book 24, page 22 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County. Dated at Los Angeles, California, June 29, 1931. CORPORATION OF AMERICA, formerly National Bankitaly Company, as Trustee By H. R. ERKES, Vice President, By A. C. PATERSON, Assistant Secretary. (CORPORATE SEAL) 6-25-4t CR-3241 A. 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