anaheim-gazette 1932-03-31

THE ANAHEIM GAZETTE HENRY KUCHEL, Editor and Publisher ESTABLISHED 1870 ISSUED EVERY THURSDAY SUBSCRIPTION PER YEAR ... $2.00 SIX MONTHS ... $1.00 Entered at the Anaheim, California Postoffice as second-class matter. ON TAXATION The debates in Congress on the proposed new revenue bill indicate that there are still a number of alleged statesmen in high places with the opinion that the national deficit, due to the depression, can be made up by taking it out on the rich. They evidently have not yet awakened to the fact that the swollen incomes of yesteryear are no more, and that so great is the task and the necessity of balancing the national budget that all must pay something. We hear a great deal about "taxing the great corporations," and it is a fact not always realized that this cannot actually be done. The taxes can indeed be levied on the corporations, but it is the people who must pay, the rich and poor alike, for the reason that taxing the corporation only adds to the cost and eventually to the selling price of the thing which the corporation produces whether it be electric current, a motor car or a spool of thread. As one correspondent to a Middle Western newspaper recently said: "Our gigantic corporations have no magical means of producing money from the air. They can get it only from the people to whom they sell their commodities or services. All costs necessary to the running of a business, whether they be taxes, labor or the purchase of supplies, must be passed along to the customer. And the customer, in the aggregate, is all of us. Consequently next time you hear political demands for taxing the rich to help the poor, dismiss them for what they are usually worth—nothing." All of which may be discouraging to the demagogue, but is true none the less. Whether the consumer pays it directly in the As one correspondent to a Middle Western newspaper said: "Our gigantic corporations have no magical means of producing money from the air. They can get it only from the people to whom they sell their commodities or services. All costs necessary to the running of a business, whether they be taxes, labor or the purchase of supplies, must be passed along to the customer. And the customer, in the aggregate, is all of us. Consequently next time you hear political demands for taxing the rich to help the poor, dismiss them for what they are usually worth—nothing." All of which may be discouraging to the demagogue, but is true none the less. Whether the consumer pays it directly in the form of a sales tax or pays it indirectly through a tax placed upon corporations, he pays it just the same. But, it may be said the people are already struggling under an immense burden of taxation, so what can be done about it? Is there no remedy? Yes, there is a remedy at hand when we are willing to take it. The remedy lies in reducing public expenditures, national, state and local. The people pay the tax bill, no matter how the levies are arranged. To relieve the people we must have less taxation, and to have less taxation we must have less public expenditure. Our public business must be run by fewer people, and salaries of public officials and employees must be brought in line with salaries and wages paid in business. Then we must be a little more careful about our public improvements, and their costs. If we can do without a new suit of clothes, a new dress or a new automobile for a year or two because of the depression, perhaps we can do without a new high school gymnasium for a year or so for the same reason. When this process of cutting and slashing is entered into the people will find out just how faithful the demagogic statesman is to the dear taxpayer. He is always willing to help increase expenditures and to try to find new ways of "taxing the rich," to the detriment of all, rich and poor alike, but when it comes to reducing the number of necessary jobs, and economizing in other ways he will let out a howl which can be heard half across the Atlantic. That might mean a few votes to him, and what he really wants is more votes, not relief for the poor taxpayer. THIS LAWLESS COUNTRY It is not to be wondered at that the press of Europe points to the Lindbergh kidnapping as proof that the United States is the most lawless nation in the world. We are. There is no doubt about that. There is no other country pretending to civilization in which the machinery of the law is so inefficient to protect the individual, in which people generally hold the law in disrespect. It is a disgrace to the United States that Col. Lindbergh should have felt it necessary to call, not on the constituted police authorities but upon acknowledged "underworld" characters to lead the search for his baby. We do not blame Col. Lindbergh; any father in his case would do whatever he could, regardless of the law, to get his little boy back safely. But it is an amazing confession of impotence on the part of the police of New Jersey and of the country at large that kidnapping can be carried on without fear of punishment, as so many recent instances have proved. Perhaps the public indignation arising from the dramatic disclosure of the failure of our law-enforcement and protective machinery may result in an anti-crime wave which will wipe out... should have felt it necessary to can, not on the considered point authorities but upon acknowledged "underworld" characters to lead the search for his baby. We do not blame Col. Lindbergh; any father in his case would do whatever he could, regardless of the law, to get his little boy back safely. But it is an amazing confession of impotence on the part of the police of New Jersey and of the country at large that kidnapping can be carried on without fear of punishment, as so many recent instances have proved. Perhaps the public indignation arising from the dramatic disclosure of the failure of our law-enforcement and protective machinery may result in an anti-crime wave which will wipe out the shameful reputation our nation has earned by public indifference to crime. Perhaps we may see citizens taking the law into their own hands, as in the old Vigilante days in San Francisco, and hanging racketeers and gangsters from the most convenient lampposts. Perhaps. And then, perhaps, nobody will do anything much about it. That is more likely, in view of our past history in such matters. A GREAT AMERICAN PASSES The death of George Eastman by his own hand came as a shocking surprise to everyone in the United States. He had been regarded as almost as much of a permanency in our national life as was Mr. Edison for so many years. Few men had ever done so much for their fellow-men, to make the world happier and to bring new beauty into life. He gave away more than $75,000,000 in his lifetime, to found schools and endow universities and especially to cultivate the popular taste in music. He was not himself a musician, but was a devotee of music and maintained at his own expense a magnificent public music hall and a symphony orchestra in his home city of Rochester. It might be said of Mr. Eastman that he brought a new art, amateur photography, into being. Before he began making dry plates photography was a difficult and cumbersome task. He followed the dry plate with the flexible celluloid film, and then brought out the first foolproof camera for amateurs, relieving the ordinary person from the need of learning the technique of developing and printing. There is no doubt that this invention alone has brought more real enjoyment and happiness into human lives than almost any other one invention of our times. Who does not treasure the homemade photographs of those who have passed on, of the children when they were little, of themselves as they were when they were young? It was a shocking end to a useful life that he should have killed himself; yet it is easier to understand than some other suicides have been. Mr. Eastman never married and had not a single near relative living. These Women Will Run Their Town The municipal election at Duvall, Washington, resulted in putting Mrs. A. S. Bourke into the mayor's chair after July 1st next, and a female majority in the Council. Mrs. Bourke (center), is discussing policies with Mrs. Cora L. M. Roney and Mrs. J. I. Miller, Councilwomen. THE WAY OF LIFE BY BRUCE BARTON OPEN MIND AND THICK SKIN Coming to work Monday morning, with a heart full of peace and good will, I found two letters on my desk. "Sir: I long have been a reader of your pieces but your last editorial was the best you ever have written. I cut it out and am going to frame it and hang it in my office." The other letter referred to the same identical editorial: "Sir: Much of the time I have agreed with you, but after reading your last week's effusion I bid you farewell. Such a bunch of boloney!" Being naturally a sensitive person, I suffered from criticism in my early days. Once, when an article of mine contained a blunder for which the editor received caustic letters, I felt so sick I staved in bed all one day. THE FAMILY DOCTOR BY JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M. D. HEADACHES I sometimes think headaches are a bane of civilization. It is so distracting to have a patient drop in, apparently in perfect health and say, "Doctor, I have a splitting headache; have had it three or four days; it just won't quit." In such a case, I make inquiry about the four functions, bowels, kidneys, food indulgence and sleep. I ask particularly the location of keenest pain; whether light aggravates or, mental worry—in fact, everything that might cause that headache, often to no purpose; nothing has been going, wrong. I become assured that a headache that resists all ordinary treatment is far from being a simple matter. Of course, dabbling with such tablets as are exposed on show cases, often prescribed by advertisers and druggists, is a dangerous procedure, as any educated physician The other letter referred to the same identical editorial: "Sir: Much of the time I have agreed with you, but after reading your last week's effusion I bid you farewell. Such a bunch of holonev!" Being naturally a sensitive person, I suffered from criticism in my early days. Once, when an article of mine contained a blunder for which the editor received caustic letters, I felt so sick I staved in bed all one day. But as time went on I developed a philosophy as to criticism and so, it seems to me, must every man who is going to get anything done. The first article in that philosophy is that you can't please everybody, and that much criticism, good or bad, is entirely uninformed. You like blondes, and I like brunettes; you like fiction, I like biography; you like Engene O'Neil, I like Ed Wynn. No one can satisfy us both. Anyone who tries it will be colorless and futile. Second, one can not be guided too much by the public because the public is so changeable. Every public character of any influence has been popular at some time in his career and unpopular at others. Wellington, after the battle of Waterloo, was worshipped by the English people almost as a god. A few years later he had to put iron shutters on his windows to keep these same people from throwing cobble stones through the glass. Third, criticism is good for us. We need it, no matter how well meaning or careful we may be. One time when John Morley was being severely handled by the English press Gladstone said to him: "Take it from me that to endure trampling-on with patience and self-control is no bad element in the preparation of a man for walking firmly and successfully in the path of great public duty. Be sure that discipline is full of blessings." Finally, and in the last analysis a man has to do his best and go forward. A famous old English schoolmaster had this motto, of which I am fond: "Never explain, never retract, never apologize. Get it done and let them howl." So, readers, send me as many letters as you think I need. I try to keep an open mind. And a thick skin. Senator Carey, of Wyoming, has introduced a bill to provide for the commemoration of the battle of Dull Knife. If he means Thanksgiving why doesn't he say so?—New York Sun. "The Scrap Book" By John Keats "To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent" To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—and eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by, E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently." apologize. Get it done and let them howl." So, readers, send me as many letters as you think I need. I try to keep an open mind. And a thick skin. Senator Carey, of Wyoming, has introduced a bill to provide for the commemoration of the battle of Dull Knife. If he means Thanksgiving why doesn't he say so?—New York Sun. Russian military commanders tell the soviet army of five million to be prepared for an attack by a handful of White Russians in Siberia. Another case of Don Quixote and the wind mills. Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—and eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by, E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. Secretary Mellon says that taxes are needed to arouse credit, but so often they don't arouse anything but the taxpayers.—Miami News. OBSERVATIONS IT WON'T BE LONG NOW A divorcee, aged 48 years, with $50,000, falls in love with a young handsome soda fountain clerk, aged 22 years. They were married. Went on a honeymoon. Dropped out of sight. Relatives worried. GOSH, DANG IT. WHO'S RIGHT? A superior court judge holds that the Reno variety of separation does not hold good in California, that is, if the subject remarries in California, he is a bigamist. In other words, if you get the decree in Reno, and want to remarry, you must continue to live in Nevada. Holy yumping yimminny. But another authority says a divorce secured in any state, according to its laws, is legal in any other state. The plot thickens. For instance, if you secure a divorce in Reno, after living there six weeks, can you come to California and remarry right away—or do you have to wait one year! Oh, me! Oh, my! ALL THE EGGS ARE NOT IN ONE BASKET A man in the public eye, who doesn't say very much, says he does not choose to run for president; but getting down to brass tacks if he did run he might find out he was in a horse race before he got through. GREAT OAKS FROM SMALL ACORNS GROW In a county in a state back east where they say racketeering is a popular indoor sport, it is reported a sheriff who has held office for 6 years, at $10,000 a year salary, has saved up $360,000. HELLO, BILL. HOW'S THE OLE BOAT? WHAT ABOUT A TRADE-IN? When a man is paroled from prison he must show he has a job on the out. Recently a former D. A. was released and he took up a position as an auto salesman. In a couple of years or so he'll get the pink slip. BANKERS HOLDING THE SACK Bill—What in the dickens are frozen assets. Jim—Well, you know, buddy, those things give a feller the shivvers, and are caused by a lot of folks drawing their money out of a bank and putting it away in an old shoe or a rusty tin can and leaving the banking institution high and dry, with a bunch of securities on hand that would work out all right—if the When a man is paroled from prison he must show he has a job on the out. Recently a former D. A. was released and he took up a position as an auto salesman. In a couple of years or so he'll get the pink slip. BANKERS HOLDING THE SACK Bill—What in the dickens are frozen assets. Jim—Well, you know, buddy, those things give a feller the shivvers, and are caused by a lot of folks drawing their money out of a bank and putting it away in an old shoe or a rusty tin can and leaving the banking institution high and dry, with a bunch of securities on hand that would work out all right—if the people just had confidence. WENT OVER HIS HEAD There awhile back when a posse raided a gambler's den in a big eastern city among those present was a fearless and earnest young minister. The boss of the gambling bungalow appeared. The dialogue: "Say, reverend, can't we get together on this." "Nothing doing," said the clergyman. CONTENTED BANKERS Big fish eat little fish; but if the big bankers will help the little bankers, who are weighted down with frozen assets, everything will be jake and the goose will hang high. You betcher. EVERY LITTLE HELPS When the chief executive got behind the stalled financial cart and began to push with his proposed cooperative loan, it helped a lot; but believe it or not the individual too should put his shoulder to the wheel and push like the dickens. AND, SOME OF THE TIMID MEN PUT ON THEIR SHADED GLASSES In a resort below the border when a charming white girl dances the Hula Hula, she is dressed in a costume that, in comparison, would place Ghandi in full evening clothes. AND THE ACHES GO ON JUST THE SAME Some of the remedies offered for the financial ills are a good deal like rubbing the bottle on the outside of the anatomy when the pain is all on the inside. THE BURR UNDER THE SADDLE If you've got an old sick horse, it's better to find out what ails his inside batteries, instead of shooting hop into his hide to wake him up. TEMPERING JUSTICE WITH MERCY A man, who formerly was a district attorney and who was sent to prison for an act which a jury said was illegal, is free. He makes the startling statement that before a man seeks the office of district attorney he should be sent to the penitentiary for a year. No! No! He didn't mean that! Awh! Heck! He meant that while in prison a man gets an insight into the lives of the wretched inmates, and should a man then fill an office of district attorney he could then with mercy holdout a helping hand to the human driftwood, separate the good from the bad, and give comfort and solace to those first offenders who with half a chance would go straight, instead of sending them to a pen where A man, who formerly was a district attorney and who was sent to prison for an act which a jury said was illegal, is free. He makes the startling statement that before a man seeks the office of district attorney he should be sent to the penitentiary for a year. No! No! He didn't mean that! Awh; Heck! He meant that while in prison a man gets an insight into the lives of the wretched inmates, and should a man then fill an office of district attorney he could then with mercy holdout a helping hand to the human driftwood, separate the good from the bad, and give comfort and solace to those first offenders who with half a chance would go straight, instead of sending them to a pen where they give you a number for your name. MADE HAY WHILE THE SUN WAS SHINING A grand jury in a big eastern city over on the Atlantic side investigated the doings and goings on of a bunch of officials in some of the high up offices and found some nifty bank accounts that leaped by big bounds. For instance, they found an officer whose salary was $10,000 a year, who garnered so much money that he had to buy a lot of tin cans to hold it all. The man said he borrowed the money, butyet again some folks believe the huge sum came from the by-products of grease used to pave the highways. Another city official is said to be the owner of a game of chance den with speakeasy acoustics. This one it is believed saved the money he had hid away from the rake off from the marriage licenses. The officer it is said got his pile out of the money he saved from that which was left after the prisoners meals had been paid for. Another man said to be a politician by choice amassed a fortune by telling people how to save by keeping half they earned. It seems that city has had a terrible time in trying to go straight but up to the hour of going to press it still had control of the Brooklyn bridge and the statue of Liberty. TWO SOULS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT A man married a woman and then wed another without first going through the Reno preliminaries for a separation from the first mate. As time went on the first wife sued the second for a large sum of money for stealing the affections of her man. Then she repented and withdrew the case, because, she said, the second woman was so happy in her connubial bliss with the man she failed to conquer. That was nice of her. And then the first marriage was annulled. And while in the fond embrace of the man she loves the second wife thrills while implanting a kiss upon his loving lips, knowing no one will put asunder the love she for so long sought and craved. And she is truly contented. May they live long and prosper until the final judgment day, with the two hearts beating as one, and hence forth may all their troubles be little ones, and oh, yes, look out for the hootenanny,