anaheim-gazette 1932-04-21

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. WHAT A GREAT LIBERAL SAID It is a rather noteworthy fact that practically all of those alleged statesmen who believe that the way to cure depression is not to balance the budget and cut unnecessary expenditure, but to spend the government's money in all sorts of extravagant schemes, borrowing money if possible to do it and if not, issuing paper money to pay the cost—those statesmen are of the school which likes to call itself "liberal." This is not to say that all of the so-called liberal statesmen favor extravagant financing of this kind, because many of them do not, and stand for sound principles of budget balancing; but it is true that brethren in Congress and out, who believe in spending more money and printing more money to take care of the expense, rather than practicing sound economy, like to call themselves "liberals." We could think of a term which would be much more appropriate for them. But at any rate it might not be a bad idea to glance through the pages of history and see what that great liberal Thomas Jefferson thought and wrote in a crisis not unlike the present one, when extravagance ran us into difficulties. In 1820 Thomas Jefferson wrote: "If there be anything amiss in the present state of our affairs, as formidable deficit lately unfolded to us indicates, I ascribe it to the inattention of Congress to their duties, to the unwise dissipation and waste of the public contributions. They seemed, some little while ago, to be at a loss for objects whereupon to throw away the apparently fathomless funds of the treasury." But at any rate it might not be a bad idea to glance through the pages of history and see what that great liberal Thomas Jefferson thought and wrote in a crisis not unlike the present one, when extravagance ran us into difficulties. In 1820 Thomas Jefferson wrote: “If there be anything amiss in the present state of our affairs, as formidable deficit lately unfolded to us indicates, I ascribe it to the inattention of Congress to their duties, to the unwise dissipation and waste of the public contributions. They seemed, some little while ago, to be at a loss for objects whereupon to throw away the apparently fathomless funds of the treasury.” This ought to make it plain even to the densest student of history that the father of liberalism in America did not approve of the extravagant throwing away of the government’s money after the method now being talked of in some of our congressional circles. The way to cure a deficit is not to waste money on new and untried schemes for curing the depression, but by practicing governmental economy, in balancing the budget through taxes made as little burdensome as possible to the individual and the business interests of the country. Uncle Sam’s credit is good but it is not limitless, and talk of borrowing great sums to meet deficits and proposed wild expenditures, and the issuance of paper money to take care of these expenditures, will not do the aforementioned credit any good. The best way to help every American rich and poor alike, is to restore business confidence and this can best be done by a wise and sane balancing of the budget. AIR TRAVEL GETTING SAFER We saw a report the other day on the aviation industry, which indicates that the building and operation of aircraft has suffered less from the industrial depression than any other line of business. More people are flying, more young people are growing up airminded, airplanes are getting better, safer and swifter, and it seems a pretty safe thing to predict that by the time the children of today are grown up air travel will be as commonplace to them as automobile travel is to the grownups of now. We haven’t the figures, but we imagine that in proportion to the number of people who travel by air there are no more fatal accidents than there are among motorists. Commercial aviation is getting safer because safety is the first consideration of the designers of commercial aircraft. Only a few years ago most of the planes in the air were left-overs from the war period. Safety is not the first consideration in military airplanes; speed and maneuverability are the prime requisites there. Army and navy fliers have to take enormously greater risks than passengers in commercial airplanes should ever be called upon to take. And in fourteen years of peace the world has learned much more about making air travel safe than it had learned in the nine years between the first flights and the entry of the United States into the war. THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS We don’t know who the happiest man on earth is, but we know who the unhappiest people are. They are the people who thought they could buy happiness with money and who, now that their sources of money have dried up, find themselves thrown upon their own resources, and have discovered that those resources are not sufficient to bring them happiness. We do not know whether to feel sorry for these people, especially the younger ones, or in- THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS We don't know who the happiest man on earth is, but we know who the unhappiest people are. They are the people who thought they could buy happiness with money and who, now that their sources of money have dried up, find themselves thrown upon their own resources, and have discovered that those resources are not sufficient to bring them happiness. We do not know whether to feel sorry for these people, especially the younger ones, or indignation at their parents and teachers, for giving them or permitting them to get a wrong slant on life. We confess to a considerable degree of indignation when we hear people advising young folks to buy this, that or the other thing because it will make them happy. We think there are very few commodities, and those very inexpensive ones, that can make any material contribution to individual happiness. Possessions may enlarge one's sense of self-importance. Money may enable people to do things which give temporary pleasure. But the idea that the rich are any happier than the poor is just as false now as it always has been. We think one of the real benefits of these hard times to many people has been that it has forced them to develop their inward resources and depend upon their own efforts for happiness. We have certainly heard much more complaining from people who still have a good deal of money left than we have heard from people who didn't have much of anything to lose. The man or woman who has learned in childhood to get along with little is far better adapted to face the realities of life than the one who has always been able to buy what ever pleased his or her fancy. Those are the unhappy ones today—the ones who cannot spend money as they used to spend—while the happy ones are those who never had any money to spend. The weather man has surely been against the merchant this winter. In the first place, when the weather should have been cold it was warm, so that the merchant had difficulty in disposing of winter goods. And then when the Easter season came around and spring goods should have begun to move, the weather man gave us the winter we ought to have had back in December and January. By the way, isn't Hoover to blame for this? One of the most encouraging signs of the recent German election was that in two years of distressingly hard times the Communists were able to make no appreciable gain in the voting strength. Seems to us that maybe most of the folks were happier in the good old days when they didn't read the stock market page in the daily paper. ANAHEIM GAZETTE Mary Plays a New Role At the Actors Dinner Club, where low-priced meals are served to needy Thespians; Mary Pickford took her turn at waiting on table. In the picture she is seen serving Daniel Frohman, famous producer, and William Gillette, veteran actor. THE WAY OF LIFE BY BRUCE BARTON LOSSES On a gloomy day I met a New York man who seemed almost happy. A friend asked him: "How's the market?" "Haven't the slightest idea." The questioner was astonished. "Don't you own stocks and bonds?" THE FAMILY DOCTOR BY JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M. D. A WORD OF CAUTION How often a neighbor discovers that "broke up" his cold in record time. He at once becomes a walking apostle of that remedy. Within a week, perhaps, a half-dozen of his acquaintances are taking the same thing. It matters not THE WAY OF LIFE BY BRUCE BARTON LOSSES On a gloomy day I met a New York man who seemed almost happy. A friend asked him: "How's the market?" "Haven't the slightest idea." The questioner was astonished. "Don't you own stocks and bonds?" "Sure I do;" my man replied. "But I know the things I own can't disappear. I know, also, that I have no chance of selling them at a decent price in this market. Therefore, why should I torture myself by watching them every day and figuring out how much they have depreciated?" The other looked at him as if he were a traitor to the serious ideals of American finance. Whereupon my friend uttered an important truth. "The trouble with these fellows in Wall street is that they have taken their losses fifteen times a day for two years," he said. "Think of it, fifteen times seven hundred. What a loss that makes. Nobody can stand a loss like that. If they'd put away their lead pencils; if they'd quit figuring on the back of envelopes and the margins of newspapers, and forget the whole thing, they would be much better off. Taking your loss fifteen times a day doesn't get you anywhere. It uses up brain cells and nervous energy that might be used for progress." Every one of us who has any heart at all has had his heart wrung in the past few months. We help as far as we can, but there are so many we can not help. So many men who want to work for whom there is no work! To these victims of the depression, and especially to the old who have been wiped out and lack the strength or the time to make a fresh start, our deepest sympathy goes out. But there has been a lot of whining on the part of men who have no excuse to whine. I have been reading Emerson's diaries. His railroad bonds went sour in the panic of 1857. He refers to his losses just once. His house burned down, and his diary records: "House burned," and goes on to more important things. Such men give us renewed respect for the human race, and America has her full share of them. But I am weary of the boys who tell me how much they would have had if they had sold everything in the summer of 1929—the back-of-the-envelope lads who take their losses fifteen times a day. The Republic of Mexico is planning a fifty million dollar road paying program. Now look A WORD OF CAUTION How often a neighbor discovers that "broke up" his cold in record time. He at once becomes a walking apostle of that remedy. Within a week, perhaps, a half-dozen of his acquaintances are taking the same thing. It matters not whether it is a nostrum or a regular prescription—it gets into promiscuous use very quickly. Once I prescribed for an old man who had ulcer of the stomach; he told me two weeks later, that he had furnished at least four of his neighbors with that same prescription! It is a very pernicious, not to say dangerous thing, to recommend medicines for people who have not been duly examined by a competent physician,—although the motives are of a kind, helpful spirit. You see, no two people are alike, even with the same disease. Two cases of influenza may demand entirely different remedies. What would be indicated for one, might be dangerous for another. No two hearts are exactly alike. The same medicine, if it is medicine at all, acts differently with different individuals; these are truths. The custom of buying stock remedies for "colds" is one of the most reckless—especially those advertised to "cure a cold in one day." Anything that works that fast is most surely dangerous. Just imagine a factory turning out suits of clothes—all the same size and length and color—and urging our people to buy them,—but it would be dangerous like medicine. THE SCRAP BOOK BY ROBERT BURNS WILSON THE PASSING OF MARCH The braggart March stood in the season's door With his broad shoulders blocking up the way, Shaking the snow-flakes from the cloak he wore, And from the fringes of his kirtle gray. Near by him April stood with tearful face, With violets in her hands, and in her hair Pale, wild anemones; the fragrant lace Half-parted from her breast, which seemed like fair Dawn-tinted mountain snow, smooth-drifted there. She on the blusterer's arm laid one white hand, But he would none of her soft blandishment. Yet did she plead with tears none might with- burned," and goes on to more important things. Such men give us renewed respect for the human race, and America has her full share of them. But I am weary of the boys who tell me how much they would have had if they had sold everything in the summer of 1929—the back-of-the-envelope lads who take their losses fifteen times a day. The Republic of Mexico is planning a fifty million dollar road paving program. Now look for a general trek of the hot dog stand artists across the Rio Grande. It begins to look like the Root proviso to the World Court protocol is going to cause as much discussion and argument as the Wilmot proviso did back in ante-bellum days. A sales tax of five percent is to be lived on radios. Why not put a tax on radio advertising to get even for the way it taxes the radio listeners? One thing that is not worrying us is whether there will be a reduction in the salaries of baseball umpires during the coming season. Shaking the snow-flakes from the cloak he wore, And from the fringes of his kirtle gray. Near by him April stood with tearful face, With violets in her hands, and in her hair Pale, wild anemones; the fragrant lace Half-parted from her breast, which seemed like fair Dawn-tinted mountain snow, smooth-drifted there. She on the blusterer's arm laid one white hand, But he would none of her soft blandishment. Yet did she plead with tears none might withstand, For even the fiercest hearts at last relent. And he, at last, in ruffian tenderness, With one swift, crushing kiss her lips did greet. Ah, poor starved heart! — for that one rude caress, She cast her violets underneath his feet. What some of the professional pacifists seem determined to do is not to end war but to render Uncle Sam helpless before the next one starts. Cheer up. The U. S. Treasury is still in better shape than it was when Alexander Hamilton took charge of it, at the beginning of President Washington's administration. On Hunger Strike Dr. Frederic Wolter said he would starve himself to death unless he got a good job. A philanthropist pays him $10 a week to read the Bible five hours a day. Veteran Contralto Frau Ernestine Schumann-Heink, 70-year-old Americanized singer, had to cancel her concert tour because of serious illness in St. Louis. Morgan's Successor Myron C. Taylor, prominent New York banker, has been elected Chairman of the U. S. Steel Corporation, succeeding J. P. Morgan. OBSERVATIONS FULL OF HOOEY A man in one of the high legislative halls is credited with saying that the present tariff law is a monstrosity. Hey, Hey! The trouble with the tariff law is that it does not go far enough. For instance, crude oil from Venezuela and Columbia comes into this country free of duty, while oil wells here are forced to shut down, throwing out of employment at least a half million men. Eggs from China come in free of duty, while the American poultrymen have to go out of business. Some men in high office who make laws should be carried out horizontally. No streets are ever named after them. Often times the braying of a donkey is music to your ears compared to the silly savings of an addle-pated nincompoop. LET NATURE TAKE ITS COURSE Jones said Brown pre-emptied things that didn't belong to him and Brown called Jones a liar. The score was even. Then Jones reached with his left and caught Brown on the mush and the latter hit the earth. That was two strikes—Jones hit Brown and Brown hit the ground. Brown had Jones arrested for battery, but the judge dismissed the case, saying Brown provoked the fracas. Now, when a guy calls another a liar he must take a bunch of fives on the chin, or if he has a pair of legs he can run. Of course, two wrongs do not make a right; but then perhaps it is just as well to coast along, even though you lost your hootinninny. TOO MANY LOOKS SPOIL BROTH What in the dickens is the matter with America? It is the richest nation on earth and still there are thousands of paupers. There is abundance of foodstuffs and yet people are starving. We have a congress, but there are too many wind jammers on the payroll. There is a president but he appoints too many commissions. We have prohibition, but there is lots of booze in the ice chests. There are plenty of big and good men in the country and why in heck don't they do something. It seems the good old ship of state needs a rudder, or something. REACHING FOR THE VELVET What in the dickens is the matter with America? It is the richest nation on earth and still there are thousands of paupers. There is abundance of foodstuffs and yet people are starving. We have a congress, but there are too many wind jammers on the payroll. There is a president but he appoints too many commissions. We have prohibition, but there is lots of booze in the ice chests. There are plenty of big and good men in the country and why in heck don't they do something. It seems the good old ship of state needs a rudder, or something. REACHING FOR THE VELVET About the time the people were jolly and jubilant at the fiesta in Loce Ahng hayl ais a highup state official came out flat-footed for the dole. But he didn't get very far. Charity is all right in proper channels; but it is almighty easily abused. When the state official spoke his piece for the dole he must have been experiencing a bad dose of indigestion, or something. Anyway this state is not going in for any dole, Mister; and you have another guess coming. NOW YOU SEE IT, NOW YOU DON'T In a city in the midwest a gangster was on trial, and believing that some of his witnesses handled the truth somewhat carelessly, after everything was all over and the racketeer was convicted and in jail and everything, the judge remarked: "Some witnesses pretended to remember things which they could not have remembered, by the very nature of the human mind, if they had also forgotten the things which they pretended to have forgotten. Oh, well, let it ride! HEY. WHO SAID THERE WAS NO SANTA CLAUS A highly interesting and educational piece of information appeared in the paper the other day, when a bodyguard of a public enemy, in a city back yonder, was arrested for carrying a pistol in court during a trial of his chief. The man said he thought he had a legal right to carry the artillery, because, as he is quoted as saying, he said he was a bailiff of a municipal court in and around that neck of the woods. THE WETS HAVE IT A Chinese weather prophet says we are going to get much rain this season, and nobody is denying him any guesses. A mountaineer comes in and says the squirrels are carrying acorns up into the hollows of the oak trees; and Farmer Corntassle says his corns have been hurting like the dickens. And some of the boys are so sure that wine and beer are coming back that they are applying for saloon licenses to avoid the Oklahoma rush. LURE OF THE WEST "That's what I'm after," said a grizzly headed man, 75 years of age, as he laid a small piece of rock on the table. And after a close inspection you could see fine streaks of yellow metal glistening in the rock. Gold! The place where the rock came from is away up in Sonoma county. "That’s where I’m going, brother," said the enthusiastic prospector. Hope you strike it rich. Solong! THE MOTIVE There awhile ago, just about the time the people were regaining confidence and the depression was lifting, a woman killed two female pals during a nightmare. It seems the alleged killer introduced a boy friend of one of the victims to a girl "That's what I'm after," said a grizzly headed man, 75 years of age, as he laid a small piece of rock on the table. And after a close inspection you could see fine streaks of yellow metal glistening in the rock. Gold! The place where the rock came from is away up in Sonoma county. "That's where I'm going, brother," said the enthusiastic prospector. Hope you strike it rich. Solong! THE MOTIVE There awhile ago, just about the time the people were regaining confidence and the depression was lifting, a woman killed two female pals during a nightmare. It seems the alleged killer introduced a boy friend of one of the victims to a girl friend, who according to one story, had an infectious ailment. And then the fireworks started. UNCLE MUST HAVE HIS MOMENTS Gangsters may have their beer rackets and one thing or another to please their customers, but when they fail to pay their income tax the federal government reaches out and puts them in the canereno. ROCKING JUDICIAL BOAT People were amazed and then chagrined when a mike was put in a court to broadcast the proceedings. However, if the folks got the news over the bridge games that would relieve the congestion at the gate. DRAINING CRANK CASE Speaking of this and that and plowing under every third row of cotton, something should be done about the daily columner. The old light house on your shoulders needs a moratorium just the same as anything else. HITTING THE IRON WHILE IT'S HOT And nowadays when a fiendish murder has been committed and cops wear out their shoes running down clews, the sob sisters get busy in making the gunman a hero after he surrenders. BUT, MISTER, SEE THE FUN THEY HAVE A congressman rares up and says he don't believe that light wine and beer would help the economic condition here, and he says, "look at France!" ZUZZ - BUZZ - OUZZ - Z-Z-Z It is said a man was given a position as nightwatchman in an institution where men were confined. The first night he fell asleep and several inmates scrammed. OH, WHY BRING THAT UP When the head money man of a foreign country came over on a friendly visit, the man in the rumble seat wants to know if anything was said about those deferred payments.