anaheim-gazette 1932-12-01

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. WHERE ARE OUR PATRICK HENRYS? Within our country today flourishes a more sinister influence—gang law—than ever before threatened the priceless freedom won by the spilled blood of our gallant forefathers, who handed down to us a heritage to guard and treasure with our very lives. Even here in Orange county, the home of a freedom-loving people, we saw the tentacles of this powerful, un-American octopus reach out to clutch at fear-ridden cleaners and dyers, and barbers. But for the fighting heart of our district attorney the underworld monster this week and every week would bleed the life-stream of money from the veins of local business. The appalling complacence of some of our cleaners and dyers and barbers who signed the dotted line for “protection” is matched only by the action of weak-kneed people who elsewhere have succumbed to the degenerating role of docile tribute payers. In Los Angeles and Long Beach are samples of so-called business men paying monthly “dues” to a gang of parasites. In Chicago, New York, Detroit and other large cities the “rule by threat” slowly but surely is winning its fight against the established rights of every free citizen. Where, oh where, is the spunk that sent Steven Decatur to Tripoli to wipe out the pirates who made the world pay tribute? Where is the pioneer’s love of justice? Why do we loll in our easy chairs and pay tribute when struggling young America, not yet in its 'teens as the age of nations is computed, stopped the pirates who ransacked world commerce unless for a “consideration” they were bribed to lay off? Where is the love of freedom that drove members of the Boston Tea Party down to the harbor to dump overboard the makings of a popular beverage — all because a New York, Detroit and other large cities the "rule by threat" slowly but surely is winning its fight against the established rights of every free citizen. Where, oh where, is the spunk that sent Steven Decatur to Tripoli to wipe out the pirates who made the world pay tribute? Where is the pioneer's love of justice? Why do we loll in our easy chairs and pay tribute when struggling young America, not yet in its 'teens as the age of nations is computed, stopped the pirates who ransacked world commerce unless for a "consideration" they were bribed to lay off? Where is the love of freedom that drove members of the Boston Tea Party down to the harbor to dump overboard the makings of a popular beverage — all because a slight tax was levied by a then constituted government? Where is that love of justice which prompted original members of the Anaheim colony to join with San Francisco's vigilantes in wiping out the "blood and thunder" rule of the Pacific coast's early metropolis? Where is that staunch determination for individual freedom that buoyed up hungry soldiers at Valley Forge, finally bringing a virile young republic to the foremost position among the world's powers? Where is that lesson in unity we learned with such sacrifice in the Civil war? Have we chewed gum and puffed cigarettes until all the starch is sapped from our spinal column? Have we ridden in automobiles, feasted on soft pastries, and worn gaudy clothes until we are pampered children who do not know our own rights? Have we fed on the flattery of our forefathers' success until we suffer from a mashed-potato intellect? We do not believe it! But, will we try to explain away our docile attitude by falsely blaming conditions on prohibition? Will we try to reconcile our conscience by only hoping for something better? Attempting to blame prohibition for gangsterism is all tomy-rot. Gangsterism grew to maturity in Sicily and was transplanted in America only because we were so greedy for the all-mighty dollar that we neglected to look after that freedom that is worth a million times more than all the gold in the world. Had America not been docile toward racketeering, it would not have entered via the bootleg route. Had our citizens not been too busy chasing the illusive lucre, our police officials would not have connived at organized crime, our legal fraternity would not have dared to build up a wall of technicalities that protect guilty men, and ward bosses could not collectively milk every large city government in the United States. We must face the facts. Our own lacadaisical attitude has allowed this cancer of civilization to develop. Only development of a virile public opinion will "operate" on our national politic and rid it of all semblance of gangsterism. Out of the crisis of this gangster-ridden country will come some person who will rise up and sound the battle cry of freedom. The time is ripe for a wholesale clean-up of crooked politics, drastic revamping of legal proceedings and law to meet the fast-changing justice needed today, and put four-wheel brakes on questionable financial juggling. Above all, the time is ripe for a marshalling of popular and drastic action against gangland. One of these days a Patrick Henry will arise amongst us, sound the battle cry of freedom and crystalize our national thought. Then by legal means or sheer brute strength we will put a quick end to every public enemy within our gates, and "muscle in" on liberty that rightfully belongs to every American. GET YOUR MONEY GET YOUR MONEY To spend hundreds of dollars for fertilizer, spray, fumigation, irrigation, cultivation and picking of citrus fruits and then get such low prices as growers have received this year is a big enough disappointment for anybody. But to go to all that expense and then not get a copper penny for the fruit—well, that is the experience of many growers in Orange, Riverside and San Bernardino counties, according to information reaching this office from Chief J. C. Carey of the California department of agriculture's market enforcement division. Chief Carey warns growers to beware unlicensed and unbonded consignment dealers and shippers. He states that only dealers who have posted a $5,000 bond have received a license to operate, and urges citrus growers to demand to see the blue authorization card issued for field agents. Chief Carey's warning is just common sense. Beware of unlicensed dealers. After using expert knowledge in producing your crop, you should use just as expert knowledge in disposing of it, with the certainty of getting paid. "WASN'T THE DEPRESSION TERRIBLE?" While the wisecrackers of today are mainly concerned about speeding up lagging smiles, the latest quip deserves more consideration than a hasty denial. Frank I. Purdy, writing in an Eastern paper, tells in parable form a story which is applicable now and must precede the crack "Wasn't The Depression Terrible?" Speaking of a certain colony of pelicans off the California coast, Mr. Purdy says: "For years these pelicans had been fed by fishermen from their surplus catch; until they got into the habit of eating without work. This year high seas and changing currents off Santa Monica cut down the catch, and the fishermen no longer had any to spare." The pelicans languished and grew thin. Fishermen soon realized that the birds had forgotten to fish for themselves, so some unpampered pelicans, unspoiled by easy living and free fish, It is now predicted the World War will have billions of dollars. But If Mr. Roosevelt wished appoint to can give us two dollar dollar hogs and ten cows We notice that following the national changing their management Remember the good kitchen making popcorn Stewardship of I Golden Text: 2nd Corinne The Bible is the story in response to a divine call selves to God. Abraham enlarge his horizons, "and not knowing whither he crestfallen Gideon heard command to save Israel, and Amos, a herdsman of Te desert sheep, at the behest high, to defy the luxurious of Bethel. Isaiah in the Lord ask, 'Whom sane and he answered, 'Here me.' The shrinking Jeremiah sponded to God's appointment. Then think of the man rendered themselves to under the spell of the Mence! James and John mending of their nets that become fishers of men. I Andrew and Peter left Matthew his Toll Office. lesson we read of that arion that came to Paul ous road, cutting his life hatchet. There he saw a Governor Rolph Presents First Copy of New All-Year Club Guide Book Gov. James Rolph, Jr. of California is here shown presenting first copy of new All-Year Club Guide Book to Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Van Hise of New York arriving for winter vacation tour of the state. THIS WEEK IN WASHINGTON Governor Congress takes in hand first when it reassembles next month, the most exciting news for a few days will be the reorganization of the two Houses, particularly the Senate which has "changed hands." Then will follow speculation regarding the changes to follow among the political job-holders a few weeks later when President-elect Roosevelt is sworn in. Not in twelve years will there be such a wholesale redistribution of offices and it is likely that nearly 150,000 new faces will be seen in the Federal Civil Service by the time the Democrats get through changing Republican job-holders to Democrats. It is not unlikely that many Republican jobs will be saved in the territories where the Progressives threw their weight for Mr. Roosevelt. The Government report shows that two years ago the total of those holding civil service jobs in the Federal service totaled 616,837. Of this number there were 468,960 who are in the Classified Civil Service and, as such, not subject to removal by the incoming Administration. Cleveland and Civil Service Under the rules that governed some fifty years ago, no fewer than half a million Federal employees would be due for removal. In 1883 President Grover Cleveland first caused the Civil Service Act to be passed by Congress and he gave the enactment teeth by naming as the first Commissioner a young man named Theodore Roosevelt. While thousands of positions were removed from the zone-of-party strife by these two men, yet it took the years since to close the gap so that today less than one-fourth of all Government employees are liable to dismissal as a result of an upset in political parties. Practically everybody in this city under the grade of Bureau Chief is safe from being dropped but it is figur- were brought into the starving colony of birds waiting to be fed. Mr. Purdy continues: "The way those imported pelicans went out after their fish was an eye-opener. Pretty soon the hungry natives quit watching and tried it themselves. They discovered there were plenty of fish in the sea for the bird with energy and enterprise. And they have quit thinking and talking depression." CONVENTION OF CHAMPION BOYS AND GIRLS The very pick of the finest specimens of the best products of arms of America are gathered in Chicago this week. We do not refer particularly to the magnificent specimens of horses, cattle, sheep and swine which are competing for blue ribbons at the International Live Stock Exposition which opened on November 6th and continues until December 3rd. Splendid as these examples of the best products of American husbandry are, they are of trifling consequence compared with the boys and girls of the 4-H Clubs who are competing at Chicago for the national championships in their particular field of endeavor. These boys and girls chosen for the annual 4-H Congress by a process of elimination are the finest specimens of American youth which their respective states have produced. They are the hope of our nation's future. They are the ones who will become the solid, substantial citizens of tomorrow. Their destiny is to become themselves leaders in their communities, their counties and their states, and to become fathers and mothers of a generation which carry the development of agriculture and of rural life to higher and better planes than it has even yet reached. We know of no organization or movement which has contributed so much to the present welfare and future prosperity of our nation as the 4-H Clubs. They serve the double purpose of elevating the economic standards of the farmer, and at the same time of developing in farm life higher standards of culture, of beauty and of contentment. These young state champions assembled at Chicago have already learned how to get the greatest amount of happiness and satisfaction out of life on the farm. It is now predicted that before we are through paying for it the World War will have cost the country a hundred and twenty billions of dollars. But anyhow we paid our debt to Lafayette. If Mr. Roosevelt wants his administration to be a real success he should appoint to his cabinet a Secretary of Agriculture who can give us two dollar wheat and five cent bread along with ten dollar hogs and ten cent sausage. Gov. James Rolph, Jr. of California is here shown presenting first copy of new All-Year Club Guide Book to Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Van Hise of New York arriving for winter vacation tour of the state. Governor Cleveland first caused the Civil Service Act to be passed by Congress and he gave the enactment teeth by naming as the first Commissioner a young man named Theodore Roosevelt. While thousands of positions were removed from the zone-of-party strife by those two men, yet it took the years since to close the gap so that today less than one-fourth of all Government employees are liable to dismissal as a result of an upset in political parties. Practically everybody in this city under the grade of Bureau Chief is safe from being dropped but it is figured that about five thousand, or possibly double that number, may be fired after next March. Most of those destined to be replaced are the heads of the many departments whose headquarters are located in the nation's capital. Each chief will carry, in his downfall, his own personal forces. Then the two Houses have hundreds of employees who are not protected by the civil service. With the Democrats possessing a tremendous majority in both Houses it is certain that many employees will be fired, although in recent years there has been a growing custom to retain the more efficient workers, no matter what their party politics happen to be. An efficient Republican clerk can be of much greater benefit to a Democratic Representative than a man who is densely ignorant of the ropes, is a generally expressed thought here. Since Jackson's Day Partisan politics nowadays is vastly different to what it used to be in Andy Jackson's time, when the cry was always "turn the rascals out." In the post campaign neither party intimated that any of its opponents were rascals. This spirit results in a forbearance when the time comes to garner the spoils. One hundred years ago politicians openly declared that "To the victors belong the spoils" but modern efficiency has ruined that slogan and President Roosevelt, it is said, can be relied upon to see that no important cogs in the governmental machinery are lost through the mere desire to reward a party worker. Naturally, all the Cabinet positions will be filled with new men. Perhaps the only sure prediction that can be made right now, observers here declare, is that James A. Farley, head of the Democratic National Committee will be rewarded for his splendid work on Mr. Roosevelt's behalf by being named Postmaster General. Three recent Postmaster Generals won their appointments by winning a Presidential campaign. Will H. Hays, Hubert Work and Harry S. New. As the greatest number of vacancies will occur in the post offices, it is obviously good party politics to name the campaign manager for that post. Most of the post offices in the country under the first and second classes are now protected by the Classified Civil Service Act so that postal appointments will not be so many as in It is now predicted that before we are through paying for it the World War will have cost the country a hundred and twenty millions of dollars. But anyhow we paid our debt to Lafayette. If Mr. Roosevelt wants his administration to be a real success he should appoint to his cabinet a Secretary of Agriculture who can give us two dollar wheat and five cent bread along with ten dollar hogs and ten cent sausage. We notice that some of the big league baseball teams are following the national will as expressed on November 8, by changing their managers. Remember the good old days when spending the evening in the kitchen making pop corn balls was considered real sport? Sunday School Lesson by Rev. Charles E. Dunn. Stewardship of Life. Golden Text: 2nd Corinthians 8:5. The Bible is the story of men who, in response to a divine call, gave themselves to God. Abraham was called to enlarge his horizons, "and he went out, not knowing whither he went." The crestfallen Gideon heard the Lord's command to save Israel, and he obeyed. Amos, a herdsman of Tekoa, left his desert sheep, at the behest of the Most High, to defy the luxurious immorality of Bethel. Isaiah in the temple heard the Lord ask, "Whom shall I send?" and he answered, "Here am I; send me." The shrinking Jeremiah also responded to God's appointment. Then think of the many who surrendered themselves to God's Will under the spell of the Master's influence! James and John forsook the mending of their nets that they might become fishers of men. In like manner Andrew and Peter left their boats, and Matthew his Toll Office. And in our lesson we read of that amazing revelation that came to Paul on the Damascus road, cutting his life in two like a hatchet. There he saw a blazing light from heaven. To that heavenly vision, as he told King Agrippa, he was not disobedient, giving himself, with unwearied devotion, to be the gospel ministry. Though bow-legged, round-shouldered and bald, with a hook-nose, and a painful infirmity, possibly epilepsy, he accomplished, through God's grace, a prodigious work. In our Golden Text Paul praises the Macedonian Churches because "they gave their own selves to the Lord." They donated money for the relief of the poor in Jerusalem. Only through the giving of self can the world be redeemed from its present bitter plight. We do not lack good ideas and programs. But we conspicuously fail to generate that character than can alone make these real. Too many submit to the forces of futility and despair. Last year there were in this country as many as 20,000 suicides. Fortunately, there is a host of another mood, men and women fired with the elation of self-surrender to that Eternal Spirit Who is the Fountain of Life, Light, and Love. What About Baker Nearly all the old-timers here feel certain that Norman H. Davis will be chosen Secretary of State. They are also fairly sure that Owen D. Young will be named Secretary of the Treasury, especially since William Gibbs McAdoo, who was President Wilson's Secretary of the Treasury, has virtually removed himself from further consideration by winning the Senatorial race in his home state, California. Had the race gone against him it is fair to presume, declares Washington, that he would have been reinstalled in his old office. One surprise, to most of those who noted the interest that Newton D. Baker, President Wilson's Secretary of War, took in the recent election, is that he is not being pocked by the unofficial slate-makers for a Cabinet post. Instead, they are predicting that Mr. Baker will be named for the first vacancy on the Supreme Court Bench, a position so exalted that President Taft felt no loss of dignity in taking his seat there after serving the nation as its Chief Executive. Mrs. La De Dahda—Such an exquisite gown! How much is it? Clerk—Fifty dollars. Mrs. La De Dahda—It's exactly what I have been looking for. I believe I'll take it, although the price—Clerk—Pardon me, madam. I have made a mistake—this is marked $15 instead of $50. Mrs. La De Dahda—Oh, I see. Well, the gown doesn't suit me. Show me something better. OBSERVATIONS INTO THE HAYWIRE There was so much talk about this and that the other things about ways and means to balance the budget that when they came up for breath the third time the budget got lost in the shuffle. WOE IS ME! About the time they were picking men for president a grand jury investigation was carried on in a big city on the Atlantic side where the Statue of Liberty looks down on the just and the unjust. The inquiry hobbled along until one day when the major was called in for a quiz. During the session the air within the building was hot, almost combustible. The executive was chaperoned by quite a collection of yell leaders and was on time. From all accounts the verbal tilts between the debonair and affable mayor and the chief investigator were hot down to the rivets. Whether anything wrong was discovered will no doubt come out in the wash. A few of the high spots: Question? Are those your signatures on all those cancelled checks? Answer: They bring back fond memories. Question: Who paid for that trip abroad? Answer: Santa Claus Uh, Huh. THE WANDERLUST FEELING Said the boy at the filling station. It's a sure sign of spring when a lady drives up in a great big car and asks for one gallon of gas. EVERYTHING GONE EXCEPT THE SQUEAL Jim—What is a pork barrel? Jack—Eh? Oh, a pork barrel, is where they put the grease to keep the steam roller in good working order, but unless you are in, it is hard to get your feet in the trough because there are too many grunting and rooting to get the juicy morsels floating around and when the cooperage is licked, slick and clean they wonder when the next one is going to be rolled into the arena with the taxpayers as innocent bystanders. TAKES IN A LOTTA TERRITORY The government has passed a law by which all persons engaged in illegal operations, of any character, must be taxed 100 per cent of their income. Look out, below! NOW LET'S GET THIS STRAIGHT—DIDJA SAY ALL OF THEM! A warden of an eastern "pen" says that the men who enter all look alike to him. WONDERS NEVER CEASE Over in an eastern state it is said a couple of office seekers were charged with spreading the itch. Another report said when an office seeker kissed a baby the child got the chicken pox. It is said sometimes when an office seeker passes out the cigars, it makes a feller crave corn beef and cabbage. PUT YOUR SHOULDER TO THE WHEEL While congress has passed some good laws to help put the ship of state in shape, the people should learn to live within their means and keep their individual budgets balanced. THE MAD RUSH FOR MONEY “What have you in the stock market today?” asked a timid gent from the rural districts back in '28 and '29, when he approached the big city gent who knew all about the game. “Oh, we have several good prospects,” replied the big he-man speculator. “Take, for instance, the Amalgamated Copper Door Knobs issue. It's a sure winner.” “All right,” said the timid one. “Gimme a bunch of that.” and so the little feller felt secure. He went home and told his friends. Amazed, they also invested in the Copper Door Knobs. And so the sales grew. Money flowed in like water. The bog fish reaped a harvest by shrewd manipulation. And then the fateful day came when the bubble burst. It's a sad story. But that's one of the things$ that ails the people today. EVERYTHING GONE EXCEPT THE SQUEAL Jim—What is a pork barrel? Jack—Eh? Oh, a pork barrel, is where they put the grease to keep the steam roller in good working order, but unless you are in, it is hard to get your feet in the trough because there are too many grunting and rooting to get the juicy morsels floating around and when the cooperage is licked slick and clean they wonder when the next one is going to be rolled into the arena with the taxpayers as innocent bystanders. END OF THE RAINBOW The son of a man who was a friend of the mayor of and eastern city spoke to his dad about giving the executive a gift, and lo and behold he turned over to him some stock in the bull market and the mayor made 240 thousand dollars without putting up a cent. Hot ziggerty! OKAY, BOSS A man got in jail and said he had a weak heart and wanted out. The experts were called in. One of them said he had a weak heart, all right, and suggested that since a person so afflicted, needed rest and quiet that the jail was a good place to get both, said he believed the man should stay in the calaboose. The Judge thought so too. FIFTY-FIFTY The bandit with a gun makes you hand it over, but it seems some of the "trusted and faithful" officials just reach for it. LOTTA BOLONEG Some of the theatrical critics have been worked up into a frazzle as to whether or not a certain movie queen is better than another female star, or vice versa, or whatnot, and a battle of words has been raging so hot that some of the neighbors threatened to call out the fire department. Getting down to brass tacks the local drugstore cowboys after a straw vote, have come to the conclusion that neither one of the gals could make the grade without the aid of the tow-line thrown out by the press agent. The boys allow one has a mystery complex, while the other has a nifty pair of legs, but since no streets have been named after them the boys believe they should sign an armistice and it nature take its course. PICKING UP THE LOOSE ENDS Then, bingo, the lawmakers adjourned, and everybody including the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker turned over and went to sleep. B-u-z-z — B-u-z-z. A GESTURE You know, folks, when an election rolls around it sort of brings out a lot of promises and what nots, which helps to get out the votes, even through the candidates have to kiss the babies. WATER ON THEIR WHEEL If the 18th Amendment is resubmitted to the several states in all probability all the bootleggers will vote dry. THE SWING AROUND THE CIRCLE Judging from the way a lot of old heads have been falling into the ballot box discard during the late elections, there is going to be quite a few new faces on the calling list of the next congress. ALL DRESSED UP RIGT NOW Without disturbing the 18th amendment congress could amend the Volstead act. Instead of making the voltage one-half of one per cent that could be raised ten times that figure, or any other amount which the law-makers believed the liquor should carry without putting the boys under the table. That idea of resubmitting the 18th amendment to the several states for a vote is just a package of looey, or what have you. HORNED IN ON HIS STATIC Over in an eastern state, a man who had been in a high legislative hall for lo these many moons, who was rated as a smart guy and who could talk to beat the band, was defeated at the last election by a radio man. BRUCE BARTON writes of "THE MASTER EXECUTIVE" Supplying a week-to-week inspiration for the heavy-burdened who will find every human trail paralleled in the experiences of "The Man Nobody Knows." THE SOCIABLE MAN A wicked falsehood has come down through the ages. It appeared in an English book as recently as 1925. The author, in describing a visit to the high spirited Lord Fisher, tells of finding him less jovial than usual. Obviously something was weighing on his mind, and he soon revealed it. "You know that Pilate was succeeded as Governor of Jerusalem by Lentulus," he remarked in dull tones. The new Governor gave a minute description of Jesus, concluding with the statement, "Nobody has ever seen him laugh." With that wretched remark Lord Fisher lapsed into meditative silence. He wanted to be reverent; he had been well grounded in the traditions of his church; he would do his duty as a Christian and an Englishman, no matter what the cost. But to worship a Lord who never laughed—it was a strain. Lord Fisher made no pretense about that. The quotation from Lentulus is a forgery, penned by an unknown imposter in a latter century; yet how persistently it has lived, and with what tragic thoroughness it has done its work. How many millions of happy-minded folk, when they have thought of Jesus at all, have had a feeling of uneasiness. "Suppose," they have said, "he were to enter the room and find us laughing and enjoying ourselves! When there is so much suffering and sin in the world, is it right to be happy? What would Jesus say? . . ." With such compunctions cheerful folk have had their brighter moments tinctured. The friendliest man who ever lived has been shut off by a black wall of tradition from those whose friendship he would most enjoy. Theology has reared a graven image, and robbed the world of the joy and laughter of the great companion. It is not hard to understand when you remember the character of the early theologians. They lived in sad days; they were men of introspection, to whom every simple thing was symbolic of some hidden mystery; and life, itself, a tangle of philosophic formulag. Baffled by the death of Jesus, they rejected the splendid truth, and fashioned a creed instead. Lambs were put to death in the Temple, as a sacrifice for the sins of the worshipers; ergo, Jesus was the Lamb of God. His death had been planned from the beginning of the world; the human race was hopelessly wayward; God knew that it would be and nothing would turn Him from His vindictive purpose to destroy it but the sacrifice of an innocent Son. Thomas Paine remarked truly that no religion can be really divine which has in it any doctrine that offends the sensibilities of a little child. Is there any reader of these articles whose childish sensibilities were not shocked when the traditional explication of the death of Jesus was first poured into his ears? Would any human father, loving his children, have sentenced all to death, and been persuaded to commute the sentence only by the suffering of his best beloved? Small wonder that the Jesus of such a doctrine was supposed never to have laughed! Next Week:—The First Miracle Copyright, Bobbs-Merrill Co.