anaheim-gazette 1932-08-18

FIRST LOVES by FELIX RIESENBERG Seventh Installment SYNOPSIS: Johnny Breen, 16 years old, who has spent all his life aboard a Hudson river tugboat plying near New York, is tossed into the river by a terrific explosion which elinks the tug, drowns his mother and the man he called father. Ignorant, unschoolled, and fear driven, he drags himself ashore hides in the friendly darkness of a covered truck—only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the midst of a tough gang of boys who beat and chase him. He escapes into a basement doorway where he hides. The next day he is rescued and taken into the home of a Jewish family living in the rear of their second-hand clothing store. He works in the sweet shop store—and is openly courted by Becka—the young daughter. The scene shifts to the home of the wealthy Van Horn—on 5th Avenue, where lives the bachelor—Gilbert Van Horn—in whose life there is a hidden chapter. That chapter was an affair with his mother's maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gilbert Van Horn first cross when Van Horn sees Breen win his first important ring battle. Pug Malone, fight trainer, rescues young Breen from a crooked manager, takes him in hand, finds Breen cannot read and starts hip to night school. "I was knocking the whole prize fight game in the eye. I'm through, Pug." John smiled sadly. "I guess you're right," Malone agreed. "That crack was too good to be true. Hell, wish I knew what to do with you!" "I'll leave." John stood looking out of the window. "Not if I know it!" Pug jumped up and grasped John's hand. "You stick around an' finish that school. I won't fight you any more, can't risk it. The next time some low-brow scraper will trim you good. An' then where will I be?" So John Breen continued to tend bar during the day, to work in the Samson Club gym, to live with Malone. Another year drew its veil of changes over the face of the growing city. "Judge Kelly says they'll stand for anything'an' they'll pay—pay well. The McManus looked yellow and flabby in contrast with the trainer. 'If you work them guys rough they'll fall for you,' and then, looking up at Pug with veined bloodshot eyes, he spoke vehemently. 'Kick 'em, bet 'em up, sweat tha liver out of 'em. Judge Kelley's watched you, Pug, knows what you knl do, an' he's lined up guys who'll pay. But, mind, Pug, you got to turn the trick, three at a time. If you set 'em up right it means a big thing for you, a damn big thing. I should say.'" What joint did you say it was?" Two weeks after the arrival trio the bags with their elaborate vision for comfort, their toilet seat pajamas, and fancy knickerbockers country toggery of city folk again on the verandah. The thrushely sober, tough and clean marched up, took their traps on the waiting buckboard and the sudden, they rushed back yellow Indians. They grabbed the hoisted him on their shoulders, him down the field and tossed a hay stack. "Boys, your better'n I ex Pug shouted, waving at them ran for the buckboard, calling by" to John Breen and Pug, wagging on the face of Charlie frantic apron waving from the doorway, and the expansive face driver, told of extraordinary by the departing guests. Pug Malone became sole owner of the farm, for Judge Kelley, in and liberal, sounded the full of his worth, and besides advertised he made easy terms for the Van Horn became a frequent and brought many of his friends seemed even more interested in Breen than in the farm. E.Kerland said nothing, but sent M check that almost took his breath. John was approaching twen was an indefatigable reader, hit at the top floor of Greenbou wealthy Van Horns—on 5th Avenue, where lives the bachelor—Gilbert Van Horn—in whose life there is a hidden chapter. That chapter was an affair with his mother's maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gilbert Van Horn first cross when Van Horn sees Breen win his first important ring battle. Pug Malone, fight trainer, rescues young Breen from a crooked manager, takes him in hand, finds Breen cannot read and starts him to night school. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY As he burrowed and grubbed and collected and stored the kernels of fact, he visioned a greater, vaster thing than all of the astonishments of the surrounding city. Hubert Malcolm, his teacher, met John one Saturday afternoon, quite by accident. They were in Union Square. "John, I live over this way; come in and have tea. Mrs. Malcolm will be happy to see you. I've been telling her of your progress." It was a flat, so clean and fresh, so simple and pure. John dropped spoons, blushed, stammered. Enid Malcolm seemed like an angel in her gingham dress, and the baby, tucked in a crib, curled its pink hands about his fingers. It had never occurred to John that a baby could be so clean, and could seem so happy. Malcolm smoked a pipe, and John, like a wild thing, sat tongue-tied. "Are there many places like this?" he finally asked, his tones harsh. Mrs. Malcolm overheard the question. "I'm getting tired of this training," said John, 'the fight game is a rotten business." McManus looked yellow and flabby in contrast with the trainer. "If you work them guys rough they'll fall for you," and then, looking up at Pug with veined bloodshot eyes, he spoke vehemently. "Kick 'em, bet 'em up, sweat tha liver out of 'em. Judge Kelley's watched you, Pug, knows what you kin do, an' he's lined up guys who'll pay. But, mind, Pug, you got to turn the trick, three at a time. If you set 'em up right it means a big thing for you, a damn big thing. I should say." "What joint did you say it was?" "Greenbough Farm, a fancy place, I guess, up in Westchester. Kelley owns it: got it handed to him, or somethin'." "I'll need Breen," Malone spoke as if to himself. "Take him. Him an his books. No use fightin' that kid no more—he's a dead pan; a bust. Ain't he, Hannan?" "Yes, sir, yes, sir," the immaculate Hannon chimed in as Malone left the room. The McManus smiled genially. "That fixes Kelly on that," he grunted. "And I'll put Patsy in charge of the Corner." Greenbough Farm consisted of a fair acreage of rocky uneven land upon which a roomy comfortable old house was sinking into gradual decay. Carpenters from the city, working under direction of Pug Malone, converted the barn into a practical gymnasium. A farmer and his wife and son were engaged to run the place, milk the cows, tend the garden, and the chickens, and cook the meals. The farmhouse itself was given a thorough cleaning. The wall paper was Pug Malone became sole owner of the farm, for Judge Kelley, in liberal sounded the full of his worth, and besides advertised he made easy terms for the Van Horn became a frequent and brought many of his friends seemed even more interested in Breen than in the farm. E.Kerland said nothing, but sent Mack check that almost took his breath. John was approaching twenty was an indefatigable reader at the top floor of Greenbough littered with books, and while the rules turned lights out at nine blazed far into the night as continued his explorations. While John was making hard progress in learning, the great south, the city that loomed clear days and glowed with a coat of light on sharp winter nights another million to the tally of inhabitants. Van Horn, in his own way of the city, took John Breen's rides through the width of the collis in his new high-powered car, a second French machine that over the poor roads with a sort of chains clicking in giant sprouts. What was this damn thing to Van Horn, in arguments at bough, with men such as the engineer, attempted to fathen meaning. His ancestors had great things for it, and their father been rewarded, but their dream already far behind the actual was the city in the year 1905. "It's simply a natural com­gether for cheaper warmth and food. It's a result of spi­tion in industry made possible grees in the mechanical arts." looked upon the city as just be­d. "This building will never Herkimer Pratt, the auctioneer ed." "Ten years, twenty, thirty thousand years. It will keep until—until——" "Until what?" asked Van Horn. "Well, I guess it will contin­all all the people of the world are bled in cities." His vision was world cut up in city lots. John Breen, listening, read appraising, sensed the immensi­city. John Breen had come up on difficult period of life with His childhood held on into mids and his sudden crash from the circumstance found him emerge­a world of delirious earnestness was twenty-two, and as he side—the rather tall figure of Van Horn, on one of their long in early September, a casual might have pronounced them and son. Gilbert Van Horn a Breen had become friends o­miles and miles apart. They talked as they had lon­g on many subjects. Van Horn.' "I'm getting tired of this training," said John, "the fight game is a rotten business." John knew the quiet-voiced woman was a liar. For the rest of the visit he sat mute and ill at ease, and then his friend took him to the Square and walked with him as far as Fourteenth Street. John Breen headed back to the Bowery more bewildered than ever. John Breen had lost his interest in fighting, in the greater thrill of the fight for that unknown prize, the astonishments always lying just ahead. He was spurred on by curiosity, and not by ambition. He was the primitive climbing to the top of a mountain, not for food or treasure, but for a better view. Honor and prizes, and prosperity, as Pug Malone kept pointing out to John, lay behind the direction he attempted. In several clandestine bouts, John Breen only held his own, in one, with the Philadelphia scrapper Jerry Wilke, he almost lost, until, at the very ragged edge of his downfall, Pug pleaded with him, cried to him, implored him, literally throwing the handlers from the ring, talking and arguing with John who sat sullen and preoccupied. The bell sounded and John Breen, a sudden light in his eyes, his face battered, stepped into the center of the ring and knocked Wilke cold with a single perfect blow to the jaw. A tremendous howl of approval greeted him; admirers tried to carry him from the ring. "Leave him alone," Pug cautioned. "That kid was thinkin' of somethin' when he hit Jerry, or he never would of pulled that punch." "What was you dreamin' about, John, when you soaked that Quaker?" Malone asked as they prepared for bed. stripped from the place, the plaster sized and coated with washable tint. Floors were painted, and bed rooms were prepared on a model of Spartan simplicity. Canvas cots and stools, without backs, were placed near the windows and a small rag rug was added by way of luxury. Three pegs were driven in the doors for the hanging up of clothes, and all closets were locked and nailed. There were no lights, no mirrors, no shelves, no pictures. There was absolutely nothing to distract from the business of sleeping, for which the rooms were designed. Pug also fitted the windows with cleats which prevented them from closing by a foot at the top and bottom, and of course there were no shades. "There's nothin' de luxe about this place," Pug remarked to John when the work had been completed, a labor in which both John and the trainer shared with enthusiasts. The green country was a refreshment to John Breen. In those brief moments, before he dropped off to slumber, he seemed to see a fading city, a vast pile of tenements flashing with lights and the jumbled voices and cries of millions, as if he had alighted in the midst of it suddenly, as he had, and as if he were then standing on the rear platform of a train, whirling him away. The quick rumble of the wheels of his ideas lulled him to sleep. And on Saturday Gilbert Van Horn, Judge Marvin Hart and the great insurance magnate, E. K. Southerland, came under the strict regimen and spartan simplicity of Pug Malone's training farm. Van Horn and Johnny Breen were thrown together and unconsciously, became strongly attracted to each other, the difficult period of life with His childhood held on into middle age and his sudden crash from the circumstance found him emergent a world of delirious earnestness was twenty-two, and as he stood side the rather tall figure of Van Horn, on one of their long in early September, a casual might have pronounced them and son. Gilbert Van Horn and Breen had become friends, over miles and miles apart. They talked as they had long on many subjects. Van Horn's in the prize ring and John's at knowledge gave them a common The fights, many of which they together had long ceased to absorb interest with John Breen. "Gil." He paused for a moment after a rise of ground. "I'm tired of this training game, haven't fought in the ring since came up here. Fact is I'm not there is any real fight in the Gil. It's a rotten business." "Ilight, John." "I've made up my mind to be training. Gil." "I guessed you would, John." (Continued Next Week) Grasshoppers Killed By Feeding Poison The clear-winged grasshoppers lives in mountain valleys of that has caused considerable damage land this summer in thetain meadows. One outbreak in Alpine county checked to a marked degree the cooperative efforts of the New California agricultural official inspection it was found that these grasshoppers had destroyed crops other tender forage grasses; monstration of the proper method application of the poison bran held; and where grasshoppers damaging grazing land in the forest, federal money was obsolete poison them there. From 20 grasshoppers to the square killed by poison bran mash. weeks after the arrival of the bags with their elaborate profor comfort, their toilet sets, silk sis, and fancy knickers, the toy toggery of city folk, were on the verandah. The three men, only sober, tough and clear-eyed up, took their traps down to ruiting buckboard and then, of a they rushed back yelling like s. They grabbed the trainer, him on their shoulders, carried down the field and tossed him on stack. your better'n I expected," shouted, waving at them as they fir the buckboard, calling "goodJohn Breen and Pug, while the in the face of Charlie and the apron waving from the kitchen way, and the expansive face of the told of extraordinary largess departing guests. Malone became sole owner of farm, for Judge Kelley, impulsive liberal, sounded the full measure worth, and besides advertising it, made easy terms for the trainer. Dorn became a frequent visitor, brought many of his friends; he even more interested in John than in the farm. E. K. South-said nothing, but sent Malone a that almost took his breath away. He was approaching twenty. He in indefatigable reader, his room, top floor of Greenbough, was IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK CARL H. GETZ One of the best sight-seeing trips in New York is the boat trip around Manhattan Island. No better way could be found to get a good view of New York's sky-line. But lately a commercial aviation company has announced daily trips around the island. Tri-mo to red planes, holding eight persons, are used. The fare is $5 each. Children under five are carried for half price. A few of New York's rich use airplanes to commute from their suburban homes to their offices on Manhattan Island. A large number use yachts and motor boats. It has been said that time is rapidly coming when New York would have a line of water taxis between the lower end of the Island—and the upper areas of the city. It is said that New York today has but four carousels—tiny merry-go-rounds mounted on four wheels and pulled from place to place by a lone horse. There used to be many more but the owners complain that New York's children seem to have lost interest in wooden horses and chariots. A penny a ride is charged. The dental college of Columbia University is across the street from St. Gabriel's Park, a three-acre green spot in the heart of the city. In this park men rest who are out of work. From time to time some of them are invited to the dental college, where the students work upon their teeth. What strange laws one may still find in the code of ordinances of the city of New York, a volume of 718 pages. One prohibits the throwing' of knives in vaudeville acts. Another prohibits duelling. And the "use", transporta- Santa Fe To Close Its El Toro Agency The Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway company and Railway Express Agency Inc., have applied to the railroad commission for authority to close their respective agencies at El Toro, Orange county. They plan to use a per-shore employee as a caretaker there. Building Permits For Store and Roof Montgomery Investment company of Simi, California, through Contractor Soren Peterson, this week is in possession of a building permit for the erection of a brick store building costing $4500 at 411 East Center street. Another permit was issued last week by Building Inspector R. Nyboe to the Owen Roofing company for re-roofing of the Fremont Intermediate school on West Center street, at a cost of $815. NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR CAST IRON WATER PIPE AND FITTINGS Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim, at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday, the 13th day of September, 1932, for the furnishing to said City of the following approximate quantities of Cast Iron Bell and Spigot Water Pipe and Fittings. 512 lin. ft. 10" Pipe, A. W. W. A. Class B, or equal 3360 lin. ft. 6" Pipe, A. W. W. A. Class B, or equal 3200 lin. ft. 4" Pipe, A. W. W. A. Class B, or equal 2000 lbs. Fittings, A. W. W. A. Standard. Said pipe and fittings shall be in accordance with "Specifications for Cast Iron Water Pipe, Series of 1929-B, City of Anaheim." Each proposal must be accompanied BRUCE BARTON writes of "THE MASTER EXECUTIVE" Supplying a week-to-week inspiration for the heavy-burdened who will find every human irreal paralleled in the experiences of "The Man Nobody Knows." BOYHOOD BACKGROUND Many leaders in history have had a superiority to personal resentment and small annoyances which is one of the surest signs of greatness; Jesus infinitely surpassed all. He knew that pettiness brings its own punishment. The law of compensation operates inexorably to reward and afflict us by and through ourselves. The man who is mean is mean only to himself. The village that refused to admit him required no fire; it was already dealt with. No miracles were performed in that village. No sick were healed; no hungry were fed; no poor received the message of encouragement and inspiration—that was the penalty for its boorishness. As for Jesus, he forgot the incident immediately. He had work to do. Theology has spoiled the thrill of Jesus' life by assuming that he knew everything from the beginning—that his three years of public work were a kind of dress rehearsal, with no real problems or crises. What interest would there be in such a life? What inspiration? You who read these lines have your own creed The village that refused to admit him required no fire; it was already dealt with. No miracles were performed in that village. No sick were healed; no hungry were fed; no poor received the message of encouragement and inspiration—that was the penalty for its boorishness. As for Jesus, he forgot the incident immediately. He had work to do. Theology has spoiled the thrill of Jesus' life by assuming that he knew everything from the beginning—that his three years of public work were a kind of dress rehearsal, with no real problems or crises. What interest would there be in such a life? What inspiration? You who read these lines have your own creed concerning him; I have mine. Let us forget all creed for the time being, and take the story of Jesus' life just as the simple narratives give it—a poor boy, growing up in a peasant family, working in a carpenter shop; gradually feeling his powers expanding, beginning to have an influence over his neighbors, recruiting a few followers, suffering disappointments and reverses, finally death. Yet Jesus built so solidly and well that death was only the beginning of his influence! Stripped of all dogma his was the grandest achievement story of all! If we are criticized for overemphasizing the human side of Jesus' character we shall have the satisfaction of knowing that our overemphasis tends a little to offset the very great overemphasis which has been exerted on the other side. Books and books and books have been written about him as the Son of God; surely we have a reverent right to remember that his favorite title for himself was the Son of Man. Nazareth, where he grew up, was a little town. In the fashionable circles of Jerusalem it was quite the thing to make fun of Nazareth—its crudities of custom and speech, its simplicity of manner. "Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?" they asked derisively when the report spread that a new prophet had arisen in that country town. The question was regarded as a complete rebuttal of his pretensions. The Galileans were quite conscious of the city folks' contempt, but they bore it lightly. Life was a cheerful and easy-going affair with them. The sun shone almost every day; the land was fruitful; to make a living was nothing much to worry about. There was plenty of time to visit. Families went on picnics in Nazareth, as elsewhere in the world; young people walked together in the moonlight and fell in love in the spring. Boys laughed boisterously at their games and got into trouble with their pranks. And Jesus, the boy who worked in the carpenter shop, was a leader among them. Next Week:—The Eternal Miracle NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST Trust No. 402 WHEREAS, F. J. NOEL and LOUISE G. NOEL, husband and wife, by Deed of Trust dated May 25th, 1926, recorded June 18th, 1926, in Book 658 page 51 of Deeds, Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and herein after described, to the Orange County Title Company, as Trustee, to secure among other obligations, the payment of one promissory note dated May 25th, 1926, payable to G. G. Priddy and Nell Priddy, husband and wife, or order, for the principal sum of $2000.00, due five years after the date thereof, with interest from May 25th, 1926, at the rate of seven per cent per annum, payable semi-annually; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the principal due on said note on May 25th, 1931, has not been paid; and WHEREAS, John H. Peterson and Eleda Peterson, owners and holders of said note heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on April 26th, 1932, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 551, page 139 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of their election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $2000.00 principal and interest thereon from May 25th, 1926, less the sum of $52.00 heretofore paid, is now due, owing and uppaid on said note and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fee and expenses of sale, amounting to $158.00. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on the 20th day of August, 1932, at the hour of eleven o'clock A.M., of said day, at the South door of the Orange City from said point of beginning Northerly along said North and South one-quarter Section line 239.30 feet; thence Westerly along a line parallel with the Northerly line of the above mentioned Block Three, 1054.02 feet, more or less, to an intersection with the Northeasterly line of the right of way of the Pacific Electric Railway Company; thence South-easterly along said North-easterly right of way line 493.37 feet, more or less, to the intersection with the Northerly prolongation of the center line of Mouliott Street; thence Northerly along said projected center line to its intersection with the North-westerly projection of the North-easterly line of Lot "A," as shown on said map; thence South-easterly along the North-easterly line of said Lot "A" and its said projection, to its intersection with the Westerly projection of the Northernly line of said Block 3; thence East along said Northerly line and its Easterly and Westerly projections, 402.21 feet, more or less, to the point of beginning. or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. Dated this 27th day of July, 1982. (Corporate Seal) ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY. By H. A. GARDNER, President. By GEO. A. PARKER, Secretary. First publication July 28th, 1932. Second Publication August 4, 1932. Eyes Examined — Glasses Fitted HOMER A. NELSON, Opt. D. Optometrist TEUTONOPHONE FOR THE HARD OF HEARING Phone 3104 114 N. Lemon St. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on the 20th day of August, 1932, at the hour of eleven o'clock A. M., of said day, at the South door of the Orange County Court House in the City of Santa Ana, California, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described property situated in the County of Orange State of California, described as follows, to-wit: Beginning at the point of intersection of the one-quarter Section line running North and South through the center of Section Nine (9), Township Four (4) South, Range Eleven (11) West, S. B. B. & M., with the Easterly prolongation of the Northerly line of lot Eight (8) in Block Three (3) of "Cypress," as shown on a Map of a portion of Cypress, recorded in Book 7, page 19 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California, and running thence A.B.C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of Business or Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This Anaheim Gazette Business Directory Reliable, Convenient and Profitable. USE IT. BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction House, 137 S. Lemon, Phone 3220. Private sales all the time For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Rarein Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 108 E. Broadway, Anaheim, Ph. 3413 Funeral Directors Furniture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Wilshire, Fullerton 51 Optometrists Dr. Loerch Jr. 222 N. Broadway, Santa Ana 2686 Paint Business Fullerton Paint & Paper Co. 212 N. Spadra, Fullerton 477 Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 108 E. Broadway, Anaheim, Ph. 3413 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 4105 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3219 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Ocullus—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Phone 8218 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales