anaheim-gazette 1931-07-30

ROWENA RIDES THE RUMBLE BY ETHEL HUESTON Sixth Instalment 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 expense money each week as soon as it arrives, and astonishes Peter by eating too economically. The three tourists reach Denver, after passing through Buffalo, Chicago and St. Louis. Peter and Rowena have many tiffs on the way while Carter keeps wiring Bobby to return to New York. The morning after they reach Denver, Peter and Rowena discover Bobby has deserted them and returned to New York by train. They are faced with the impossible condition of continuing their trip without a chaperon. Rowena suggests to Peter that they make a "companionate" marriage. They are married and go to Cheyenne, where their actions, when they ask for rooms on separate floors, arouses the suspicions of the hotel clerk. They finally succeed in getting rooms, but not without exciting the laughter of the hotel loungers. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Although Peter was furiously angry, highly illuminated, and blaming Rowena for everything, he was kind at heart and could not resist the plaintive pathos in her voice, usually so crisp and cool. "Good night, Rowena," he said more pleasantly than she had any right to on you two months after our marriage than that I couldn't keep you from stepping out on me. It's much more flattering, I assure you! "You would, Rowena, I honestly believe you would. You're just that dumb," said Peter. "However, let's not fight over getting the divorce today. The thing to agree on now is that we've got to put up with rooms adjoin-ing or ensuite and say no more about separate floors." "If you're too proud to ask for separate floors, I'll do it," said Rowena. "I'd rather be embarrassed before a strange hotel clerk than be the laughing stock of my own friends." "Yes, that would do me a lot of good, wouldn't it?" demanded Peter. "That would certainly save my face! To have my wife sail up to the desk and register for me and ask for rooms on separate floors. Oh, yes, that would make everything fine and dandy." "I'm not your wife," stormed Rowena. "No, thank God." "I'm—I just happen to be married to you—by accident. A—sort of detour." "Worse luck," growled Peter. Rowena opened the door and sprang out. "What are you going to do? Walk to Yellowstone?" "I am going," said Rowena coldly, "You nearly made it!" Other cars pulled up beside river, and the occupant willing assistance in getting Rowena safely up on shore against the advice of the frightened orders of immediately back to the bags. "All the clothes we've plained cheerfully." "The tant." Fortunately the bags soaked through and exce- articles on top the conten- Rowena and Peter, soak riedly got out dry cloth paused abruptly, regard crowd and each other w hesitancy. "I'll have my tent up in a big red-faced Kansas loud kindliness." "River'l morning, but we'll all camp here tonight. Give youngster." And before he had finis- ing his kind intentions l a diminutive tent and exti pitality to the dripping pan. "Key to the city, lady y said with a great laugh. Peter made a hasty moth who slipped quickly inside the flap. "Your wife, I take it." NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Although Peter was furiously angry, highly illuminated, and blaming Rowena for everything, he was kind at heart and could not resist the plaintive pathos in her voice, usually so crisp and cool. "Good night, Rowena," he said more pleasantly than she had any right to expect. "Don't worry. Everything'll be all right." After a sleepless night Peter was down in the lobby at an unbelievably early hour. But early as it was, he did not precede the interested smiles and stares of the day staff which had replaced the night workers—clerks, telephone operators and elevator boys. Even at that unreasonable hour there were loungers in the lobby. And each and every one of them, and even the head waitress smiling in the door of the dining room, knew all about the young New Yorkers married the day before in Denver who had demanded rooms on separate floors. Confusion stung his face with burning red. He went up-stairs, walked up, to Rowena's room and knocked sharply. "Yes—who?" called Rowena in a bright voice that had obviously been schooled to register good nature in the face of adversity. "Me," he answered surilly. "Chuck your things into your bag and let's get out of here." "How about breakfast??" "The hell with breakfast." "O. K. by me," called Rowena, in the maddening voice of one who has stoutly enjoined one's inner soul to smiles and sweetness. And indeed even in her sleep Rowena had been reminding herself that she must be very patient with Peter for a few days, as he was apt to be just the least bit in the world cross about the state of affairs. Within an hour they were hurling the dust of Cheyenne from the wheels of the roadster and as soon as the last outpost of the city lay buried in the past Peter pulled off to the side of the road and drew up to a grinding stop. Then he turned to Rowena and his was not the look of a newly married man. "Well, you see what fools we made of ourselves," he began. "I hope you're satisfied." "I'm terribly sorry," said Rowena humbly. "I feel just wretchedly about everything. But I couldn't possibly foresee such awful complications, now could I. Peter? What experience have I had with husbands and hotel registers and such monstrosities? "We'll just have to make the best of a suite or adjoining rooms hereafter," said Peter more kindly. "It's this demanding separate floors that makes them give us the razzberry." But we can't have connecting rooms, Peter, protested Rowena unhappily. "to retire in peace to my rumble seat." Rowena, I ask you, don't be any more ridiculous than usual," he pleaded. "How's it going to look—only two of us in a roadster and you riding in the rumble seat in this boiling hot sun?" "I'm above worrying about how things look," said Rowena. "I'd rather be bounced and bruised and blistered in the rumble seat than insulted in—in the lap of luxury." She raised the umbrella with a vicious little click of the snap, adjusted the cushions about her slender body, and rode the rumble in solemn grandeur, leaving Peter to fume futilely alone in front. It was about the hour of sunset when a sudden shadow blackened the west, a sudden cool breeze touched their faces. "They must be having showers in the mountains," said Peter. But Rowena, deep in a painful sleep of complete exhaustion, did not answer. It was more than showers they wore having in the mountain—it was cloudbursts, one after the other in torrential downpour, and in less time than it took for the cooling breeze to sweep down the plain with refreshment for their tired faces, every dry creek bed and parched arroyo that led from the hot mountains to the burning plains was flooded with rushing water from the heights. He guided the little roadster along the yellow mesa road toward another of the narrow rocky gorges through which they had been passing at intervals all day long. The roar in his ears grew louder, closer. Suddenly it sounded ominous and threatening. Peter faced Kansan with a puzzled "Yes," said Peter. "B isn't so very big—and we're ribly wet—and besides I another look at the car. It carried off down the car." "Don't you worry about brother. That there came car keeps. At least till the down." Other cars pulled up at cupants joined the enforcer the river bank. They put staked out claims here and dren were set to gather sticks for a fireplace. All together they ate supper on the plains, sitting of friendly groups about afterward as the darkness stars lit the black sky over prairie, they gathered close Some sang, and the men presently by twos or by three crept away to their separa night. "Here's an old mattress yelled the Kansas farmer across to Peter. 'We've one. It's not very big but a very big family.'" (Continued Next W) Coolness in Summer For Laying Coolness in the summer able for the laying stock at in winter, says Prof. J. E. of the University of Californi "I'm terribly sorry," said Rowena humbly. "I feel just wretched about everything. But I couldn't possibly foresee such awful complications, now could I. Peter? What experience have I had with husbands and hotel registers and such monstrosities?" "We'll just have to make the best of a suite or adjoining rooms hereafter," said Peter more kindly. "It's this demanding separate floors that makes them give us the razzberry." "But we can't have connecting rooms, Peter," protested Rowena unhappily. "We just can't. We have to be terribly careful about things like that or we can't get it annulled. Don't you see, Peter, if we stay in adjoining rooms clear across the country, nobody in the world is going to believe we—we really did—stay in adjoining rooms." "Then we'll have to get a divorce instead of an annulment. I am not going to make a fool of myself like that grain." "But we can't get a divorce in New York," protested Rowena. "I wrote a story about that once—I know how the laws are. One of us would have to go to Reno or Paris to get it and it would take every cent of money we can save on the whole trip to pay for the divorce. And what good would that be to anybody?" "I'll give you grounds to get it right in New York," said Peter grimly. "I'm desperate." "That's like you, Peter," said Rowena impatiently. "Thinking only of yourself as usual—Well, don't you think for a minute that I'm going to get a divorce in New York. I'm not going to be made a fool of there before all my friends." "What do you mean—made a fool of?" Peter demanded. "Why, having everybody think I'm so no good I can't hang on to a husband for two months!—No, if it comes to that, I'll give you grounds." "You'll what?" "Give you grounds for a divorce?" "What grounds?" "The same grounds you so mag-nanimously offered me." "Rowena are you crazy? A woman can't do a thing like that. Why, it would ruin you. You're crazy!" "Oh, am I? Well, let me tell you one thing. Mr. Peter Blande! I'd rather have my friends think I stepped out downpour, and in less time than it took for the cooling breeze to sweep down the plain with refreshment for their tired faces, every dry creek bed and parched arroyo that led from the hot mountains to the burning plains was flooded with rushing water from the heights. He guided the little roadster along the yellow mesa road toward another of the narrow rocky gorges through which they had been passing at intervals all day long. The roar in his ears grew louder, closer. Suddenly it sounded ominous and threatening. Peter looked to the west and was amazed to see a solid wall of water nearly as high as the car sweeping down the little canyon. Instinctively his foot pressed the accelerator. The roaring wall of water was close but the arroyo itself was closer—a scant few feet away—and in a few minutes the onrush river would render it impassable for cars. The car leaped forward down the steep slope into the arroyo. But the hungry water, as if jealous of this boldness, roared down upon them. The car swung powerless beneath his hand, slid away from the road and the river tossed it lightly down-stream and drove it securely into a crevice among the rocks. Rowena, suddenly aroused from her exhausted sleep, had started up in terror at sight and sound of the torrential river bearing down upon them. Prompted by an innate impulse she struggled quickly up to the seat of the rumble, intending to jump, but the car was flung violently from beneath her and cheated of her insecure foothold she fell headlong, face downward, in the levy water. Peter, stunned by the unexpected onslaught of water, was startled to action at sight of Rowena whipped helpless against the rocks by the irresistible flood. "You little fool—what did you jump for?" he shouted, but even as he spoke he was out of the car and in less than a moment had her firmly in his arm. Slowly he drew her back until they had the support of the car behind them against the cold pressure of the water. "I—didn't!" she shouted as soon as she recovered her breath. "Fell!" "Sorry!" roared Peter regretfully. "My fault! Shouldn't have tried it!—No good racing a river!" "Cheerio!" comforted Rowena loudly. Coolness in the summer able for the laying stock at winter, says Prof. J. E. of the University of California husbandry division. Fowler tremely from high temperature the mortality from this clally in adult stock, may greater annual losses than ease. "Shade and a free circulate says Professor Dougherty, the most practical means of poultry house cool and prewarm from heat prostration. Spill floor sufficiently to dampen and housing on the roof and must frequently on abnormally high aid in reducing the temperate house, thus making the bird fortable." "Large deciduous trees—the front and roof and are to be objectionable represent most desirable ways of poultry house from the sun. Lacking trees, however curtains extended as awning to shade the interior of the muslin shades deviseor Dougherty and H. L. H. Agricultural engineering divide such shade in this admit sunlight, and closed off occasion demands to protect from cold." "You nearly made it!" Other cars pulled up beside the newborn river, and the occupants lent their willing assistance in getting Peter and Rowena safely up on shore. And Peter, against the advice of the tourists and the frightened orders of Rowena, went immediately back to the car for their bags. "All the clothes we've got," he explained cheerfully. "They're important." Fortunately the bags were not yet soaked through and except for a few articles on top the contents were dry. Rowena and Peter, soaking wet, hurriedly got out dry clothes and then paused abruptly, regarding both the crowd and each other with timorous hesitance. "I'll have my tent up in a jiffy," said a big red-faced Kansas farmer withoud kindliness. "River'll be down by morning, but we'll all have to pitch camp here tonight. Give a hand there, youngster." And before he had finished announcing his kind intentions he had raised a diminutive tent and extended its hospitality to the dripping pair. "Key to the city, lady and gunt," he said with a great laugh. Peter made a hasty motion to Rowena who slipped quickly inside and dropped the fap. "Your wife, I take it," said the red-haired woman—Nyack is just outside of the city—hired a taxi to take her to her mail-order suitor, who lived in Walkerton, Ind., the other day. When she got to Indiana she changed her mind and drove back in the same cab. Mrs. Ida Wheaton, who is 65, had corresponded with the man in the case for years. She finally decided to go to him and shipped her furniture. Then she loaded the cat and canary in Frank Partow's cab and traveled 889 miles in thirty hours. She called it off when she found her intended husband was only 36 years old and sickly. It cost her exactly $400 for taxi fare, both ways. The incident shows how used to taxicabs New Yorkers have become. Courtesy Cops New York has had so many compliments paid it on her fine policemen that Commissioner Mulrooney decided the other day to go a step farther. He selected eighty-four of the handsomest and best appearing policemen on the force and detailed them to Times Square and other busy corners where visitors are thickest, with instructions to consider themselves as a welcoming committee. Murooney claims they form a finer body of men than the famous Coldstream Guards or Royal Horse Troop are to London. The shortest man on the new detail is only one inch short of six feet. H. R. H. Al Smith The King of Siam was taken to the top of the Empire State building the other day by Al Smith, and shown what New York looks like to a bird. The two men carried more than 3,000,000 board feet of lumber from the forests of Humboldt, Mendocino and Del Norte counties in California, the train of 117 cars, was named the "Redwood Empire Special." An elaborate ceremony attended the train's departure, in which Governor Rolph, dressed in the garb of an engineer; and H. E. Welch, president of the Sacramento Chamber of Commerce, as fireman, took conspicuous parts. Mrs. Harvey A. Towne of Sacramento dashed a bottle of choice "something-or-other" on the pilot of the locomotive and bid the giant engine goodspeed. The ceremony was brief, but joyous. Twelve cars were detached from the train at Roseville, to follow as a second section, leaving 105 cars to make up the longest train ever pulled over the Sierra Nevada mountains. Three powerful locomotives took the train over the summit on fast freight schedule of ten hours. Conductor Louis Aske had six brakemen with him. Plans for the huge lumber shipment were made when the mills of northern California received an unusual number of orders for carload and half-carload shipments from all parts of the country. The result was the pooling of shipments by the major milling companies and the creation of the "prosperity special." From Ogden the train was routed over the Union Pacific, Chicago & Northwestern, Pennsylvania and Boston and Maine lines, consignments being delivered en route on the trip across the continent. No Deer Hunts in Santa Monica Hills. Peter made a hasty motion to Rowena who slipped quickly inside and dropped the flap. "Your wife, I take it," said the red-haired Kansan with a puzzled air. "Yes," said Peter. "But—the tent isn't so very big—and we're both so terribly wet—and besides—I want to have another look at the car. I don't want carried off down the canyon." "Don't you worry about that car, brother. That there car is put for keeps. At least till the river goesown." Other cars pulled up and their occupants joined the enforced camp on the river bank. They put up tents and laked out claims here and there. Children were set to gathering stones and bricks for a fireplace. All together they ate impromptu upper on the plains, sitting in a cluster of friendly groups about the fire, and afterward as the darkness fell and the ears lit the black sky over the blackarle, they gathered closer and talked. Some sang, and the men smoked. And recently by twos or by families they kept away to their separate camps for the night. "Here's an old mattress you can use," Old the Kansas farmer, tossing it across to Peter. "We've got another lie. It's not very big but you're not very big family." (Continued Next Week) Coolness in Summer For Laying Flocks Coolness in the summer is as desirable for the laying stock as is warmth winter, says Prof. J. E. Dougherty, the University of California poultry visitors are the thickest, with instructions to consider themselves as a welcoming committee. Mulrooney claims they form a finer body of men than the famous Coldstream Guards or Royal Horse Troop are to London. The shortest man on the new detail is only one inch short of six feet. H. R. H. Al Smith The King of Siam was taken to the top of the Empire State building the other day by Al Smith, and shown what New York looks like to a bird. The two had an enjoyable visit and the King's eyes did not bother him in the least, scoring one more bull's-eye for American surgery. A funny thing about the visit is that it has hung a new title on the man who came close to the presidency. His intimates now refer to him as 'His Royal Highness,' the title used by royal heirs. That's what he gets for being boss of the world's tallest building! Flyers Got Works Wiley Post and Harold Gatty got a full jolt of New York's welcome the other day when they ended their globe-circling trip. It was so strenuous that they insisted it was the most trying part of their whole trip. But they enjoyed every minute of it, particularly the noise, help helping out in the din by hanging onto the whistle cord of the "Macom," the city's official boat, as it steamed down to the battery. He gave up in disgust when the "Macom" passed the "Aquitania." The big liner let go with its own big whistle and it drowned out all other sounds for a minute. The two flyers made a big hit with everybody, except when it came to speeches. Neither one of them is an orator. New Fireworks New York is not a noisy city on the Fourth of July any more. Time used to be when the papers always carried a long list of dead and injured the day after the celebration but those times have passed. Now the youngsters have to get outside of the city limits to buy Chinese firecrackers and other noise-makers, and then take a chance some cop isn't around the corner when he sets them off. It certainly is an improvement over the old days—except that we feel sorry for the kids who are stopped from celebrating. Everybody agrees, however, that a good rule was passed when the sale of fireworks was stopped. It cost too much suffering for the small amount of pleasure gained. Santa Fe Offers Special Rate to Indian Country A series of excursions designed especially for the benefit of summer tourists desiring to visit the famous Indian country of New Mexico is announced shipments from all parts of the country. The result was the pooling of shipments by the major milling companies and the creation of the "prosperity special." From Ogden the train was routed over the Union Pacific, Chicago & Northwestern, Pennsylvania and Boston and Maine lines, consignments being delivered en route on the trip across the continent. No Deer Hunts in Santa Monica Hills Nimrods who have been accustomed to taking to the hills August 1 in search of deer 'in the Santa Monica mountain region will be disappointed this year, according to announcement by the outing bureau of the Automobile Club of Southern California. No hunting with rifles will be permitted this season for various reasons, it is stated. This one-time favored locality/for hunters now has too many roads, private cabins, campers and travelers to permit rifle shooting. The vicinity barred to hunters extends from Santa Monica to south of Oxnard, between the Canejos road and the Roosevelt highway along the coast. Two years ago the district between Santa Monica and Point Magu was swept by a fire and this summer presents a threatening fire hazard owing to the light, dry growth. However, after August 1 hunters may go into back country of Ventura and Santa Barbara counties. Owing to the extreme dryness of all the mountain country the fire hazard is very great this year and it is considered likely that other districts will be closed. Killing, Maiming by Autos Is Increasing Although the increase in cars was only a fraction over two per cent, deaths from automobiles in Los Angeles county during the first six months of this year gained 13 per cent over the similar period last year, it is indicated in reports of the public safety department of the Automobile Club of Southern California. The first half of the year shows 388 H. V. WEISEL ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Civil and Probate Matters Only PHONE 2287 or 2288 607 Bank of America Bldg. Anaheim, Calif. Coolness in Summer For Laying Flocks Coolness in the summer is as desirable for the laying stock as is warmth in winter, says Prof. J. E. Dougherty, the University of California poultry husbandry division. Fowls suffer extremely from high temperatures, and the mortality from this cause, especially in adult stock, may result in greater annual losses than from disease. "Shade and a free circulation of air," says Professor Dougherty, are perhaps the most practical means of keeping a poultry house cool and preventing losses from heat prostration. Sprinkling the poor sufficiently to dampen the litter, and housing the roof and muslin curtains frequently on abnormally hot days, also aid in reducing the temperature of the house, thus making the bird more comfortable. "Large deciduous trees that shade the front and roof and are not too close be objectionable represent one of the most desirable ways of protecting a poultry house from the hot summer sun. Lacking trees, however, muslin curtains extended as awnings will serve shade the interior of the house." The muslin shades devised by Professor Dougherty and H. L. Belton of the agricultural engineering division provide such shade in the summer, and may be opened fully in the winter to limit sunlight, and closed tightly when occasion demands to protect the fowls from cold. TRANSFEER OF WATER PLANT The Railroad Commission has authorized A. W. Kammerer to transfer to George V. Smith the water system supplying Tracts Nos. 540 and 490, Orange county, and to place in effect a schedule rates fixed by the commission which are estimated to produce an additional $10 revenue to the company in order overcome the present operating deficit. Santa Fe Offers Special Rate to Indian Country A series of excursions designed especially for the benefit of summer tourists desiring to visit the famous Indian country of New Mexico is announced by the Santa Fe. On August 8 and again on August 22, special round-trip tickets to Lamy and Santa Fe will be offered from all points in California at the regular one-way fare. Coupled with the low rail rate, James B. Duffy, assistant passenger traffic manager of the Santa Fe, says that notable reductions will also be made in the cost of the two and three day Indian detour trips to Puyue, Taos and Frjoles. In each case the excursion tickets will be good for a period of ten days, offering ample time to thoroughly explore one of the most unusual regions of the Southwest. HIRDS PAY THEIR WAY Encourage birds on the farm, not only for esthetic but for economic reasons. They destroy many insect pests, Protection, water, nest boxes, and food help to attract birds, says the Bureau of Biological Survey. Control of vagrant cats and sometimes of other enemies may be advisable. Woodpeckers and other hole-inhabiting birds, including crested flycatchers, tree swallows, house wrens, nuthatches, titmice, chickadees and bluebirds, are valuable bird friends and need nest boxes. Birds eat many small fruits and berries, such as June berries, raspberries, blackberries, elderberries and mulberries. Redpoll, siskins and goldfinches in winter enjoy the seeds of alders and birches. Pine and evening grosbeaks eat the seeds of the ashes and boxelder's Larches, pines and other conifers attract crossbills. Suet and other fat, pork rinds and meat bones also are good winter food. Farmers' Bulletin 1644-F, just issued, is entitled "Local Bird Refuges." You can get this from the U.S. Department of Agriculture, Washington, D.C. Too Much ACID Many people, two hours after eating, suffer indigestion as they call it. It is usually excess acid. Correct it with an alkali. The best way, the quick, harmless and efficient way, is Phillips Milk of Magnesia. It has remained for 50 years the standard with physicians. One spoonful in water neutralizes many times its volume in stomach acids, and at once. The symptoms disappear in five minutes. You will never use crude methods when you know this better method. And you will never suffer from excess acid when you prove out this easy relief. Be sure to get the genuine Phillips Milk of Magnesia prescribed by physicians for 50 years in correcting excess acids. 25c and 50c a bottle—any drugstore. "Milk of Magnesia" has been the U.S. Registered Trade Mark of the Charles H. Phillips Chemical Company since 1878. Redwood Mountains trend of conditions in the building setting a "prosperity on from the Pacific single rail shipment history of the West Journey over the from the Pacific single rail shipment history of the West Journey over the from the Pacific single rail shipment history of the West FUNERAL OF MRS. WASHBURN The funeral service for Mrs. Margaret L. Washburn was held at the Backs, Terry & Campbell chapel, last Saturday morning, and was conducted by the Rev. Bernard Voll. Burial was in Anaheim cemetery. Mrs. Wasburn died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. W. M. Wellman. JOHN E. SANFORD DIES The funeral service for John E. Sanford was held at the Hilgenfeld funeral home, Saturday afternoon, with the Rev Charles E. Fuller, of Placentia, officiating, and burial was in Loma Vista cemetery. Mr. Sanford was 69 years old, a native of Canada and had lived in California for 47 years. He had been ill for several weeks. He is survived by Mrs. Sanford. PERMISSION TO CROSS TRACKS The city of San Clemente, Orange county, has been authorized by the Railroad Commission to construct a public road at grade across the track of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway. It is said that the Chinese government will split the thirty provinces of the country up into sixty-nine provinces. 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