anaheim-gazette 1932-12-22

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. CHRISTMAS, 1932 Since the birth of a baby in a manager 1932 years ago, the whole course of events in that portion of the world which has accepted Christianity has been changed. His ideas have permeated almost every great civilized movement in the past 1900 centuries. Through the ages has grown a profound respect for Christ, and a deeper understanding of Him. Every year at Christmas time we have the opportunity of celebrating His birth. Every year we increase our knowledge of Christianity, change our belief to conform to modern interpretations of his teachings, and renew our Faith: After bread and butter, we need His religion. Because Christ gave his life for us, because He personifies giving, we have come to apply this great principle on the occasion of His anniversary. Christmas denotes His spirit, which lends a helping hand, which leads the way to greater understanding, and happiness. Only in comparatively recent centuries have we given tokens of friendships. This is a beautiful sentiment when followed in the right spirit, but whether material gifts are forthcoming or not, spiritual helpfulness and good wishes are fundamental. Afterall, it is not the value of the article given or even the giving that counts—it is the love and friendship which determines true Christmas spirit. In this debt-ridden, disillusioned world, we have learned that material wealth does not feed the soul—the teachings of Christ do. Excessive palver of fair-weather friends ceases to attract, but PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH, OSCAR As manager's of the city's largest mercantile establishment, Oscar Renner is in a position to know the value to a community, as well as the value to its business men of the trite but true axiom, "trade at home." In the Anaheim Chamber of Commerce Bulletin for December 16, under the title of "Your Job Is Secure Only So Long As Your Employer Prospers," Oscar writes: "If loyal to your employer, you will also be loyal to your own home town by boosting for its schools, churches, stores, banks, newspapers, industries and products. Buying at home, keeping your dollar circulating among your own merchants is the surest way to build up your community. Buying away from home is often done thoughtlessly. The dollar spent in town stays there from ten to sixty days, then part goes for additional stocks, another part circulates again almost immediately for salaries, rent, taxes, repairs and improvements." Fine words, and true, Oscar. But before you make another public appeal on such a cause, you ought to begin practicing what you preach. You hire local help and in many ways have contributed to the betterment of the community. You have one of the finest establishments in Orange county. Although you have spent many hundreds of dollars for advertising and printing in the last two years, not a penny of which has found its way to the Anaheim Gazette, members of the Gazette staff in loyalty to their own town have purchased dry goods from your store in preference to going to other communities. This was done voluntarily, with no thought of asking reciprocal trade. But now that you publicly have appealed to the people of this city to trade at home we are constrained to remind you that you have the same opportunity. On numerous occasions within the last two and one-half years a member of the Gazette staff has called upon you, showing you excellent samples of printing done in the Gazette office, the work done by local men, on machinery operated with local power, in a plant on which we pay city and county taxes. You showed us bookkeeping forms which have the same ruling, same quality paper and same measurements as our standard forms which we sell at the same price or less than you have been paying. Yet you continue to order your printing through out-of-town and even out-of-county establishments. Why? In the face of your own argument, when you receive equal or better local printing at the same or less price, is it logical that you should trade out-of-town? We have no quarrel with where you place the majority of court one can readily this trend, it will no longer in the United States widen their obligations, give their farm products Nebraska judges is with the Union. THEIR'S Some day a better day the greatest crime of announcing. Into our Walter Winchells, dead attempting in too many land schemes, and Last evening we find a program of maintenance of merit. Station we turned. Poor and unlearned as follows: Announcer Announcer Volleyer Into the Cried Their Their Bold called upon you, showing you excellent samples of printing done in the Gazette office, the work done by local men, on machinery operated with local power, in a plant on which we pay city and county taxes. You showed us bookkeeping forms which have the same ruling, same quality paper and same measurements as our standard forms which we sell at the same price or less than you have been paying. Yet you continue to order your printing through out-of-town and even out-of-county establishments. Why? In the face of your own argument, when you receive equal or better local printing at the same or less price, is it logical that you should trade out-of-town? We have no quarrel with where you place the majority of advertising. That is with another local newspaper. The Gazette, which has served this community for 62 years, naturally reaches many, many readers which you cannot profitably reach in any other way. You have admitted as much to a Gazette representative. Yet, when you spend money for additional advertising, it is with an out-of-town newspaper, where the greenness of the pasture is doubtful. Instead of seeking the merchandise dollars of many hundreds of Gazette readers, who constitute the logical field for mutual profit between merchant and consumer, you spend your money in out-of-town mediums that pay no wages to Anaheim men, nor a dime of Anaheim taxes. This remonstrance is in no sense an attempt to force you to trade with us. All we desire is that you trade in Anaheim, where local citizens can reap the benefit of trade of your large mercantile establishment. For our part, we will continue to trade at the S. Q. R. store rather than go out of Anaheim for particular articles you carry. All we ask is that you practice what you preach. HALTING FARM FORECLOSURES One of the most practical efforts to stop foreclosures of farm mortgages occurred recently in Nebraska, one of the solid states that can not be accused of having Communisitic tendencies. Most of the farmers in that state belong to the class of "Kulaks," the one class hated the most by the Soviet authorities. Kulaks are the most progressive of the Russian farmers and their prosperity incites the attacks of the Reds. It is the American "kulaks" who are suffering most nowadays from the crushing load of debts and mortgages. And it is the Nebraska judges who are trying to meet this condition by blocking the flood of foreclosures. Judges in the Ninth District in that state recently declared a moratorium on all farm debts for an indefinite period. When it is known that one Iowa county recently reported something like 650 farm foreclosures during one term of Those Little "Whatcha-Call-Ems" By Albert T. Reid DO YOU POUT? WERE YOU IMPUDENT? DO YOU SAY "YES SIR" AND "NO SIR?" DO YOU WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS? DO YOU TEASE THE DOG? DO YOU SCUFF YOUR FEET? DO YOU COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED DO YOU MIND MOTHER? DO YOU EAT YOUR SPINACH? DO YOU ? DID YA ? DO YOU ? DID YA ? DO YOU ? DIP YA ? DO YOU ? KEEP YOUR THINGS PICKED UP? DO YOU HAVE TO BE TOLD TWICE? ARE YOU BOISTEROUS? SANTA CLAUS IS COMING Albert T. Reid AUTOCASTER court one can readily see that unless something is done to stop this trend, it will not be long before the ownership of all land in the United States will revert to the hands of the favored few. In opening the November term of the Ninth District court, Judge Clinton Case of Nebraska announced that in mortgage cases where no defense had been made he would neither issue decrees of foreclosure nor confirm forclosure sales. Another Judge, Charles H. Steward, sitting in another county, has announced that he will follow suit. The net result will give Nebraska farmers a chance to turn themselves. Nobody questions that they will eventually pay their obligations, given time and the chance to get enough for their farm products to be able to pay. The example of the Nebraska judges is worth study by those in every other state in the Union. THEIR'S BUT TO SHOUT AND DIE Some day a better poet than we aspire to be will pen an epic on the greatest crime of our present civilization — blatant radio announcing. Into our homes come these screeching, bellowing Walter Winchells, deafening our sensibilities to quiet and peace, attempting in too many instances to steal our money by fake oil and land schemes, and ruin our health with patent medicines. Last evening we sat uneasily in our easy chair as we tried to find a program of music, a worthwhile speech, or some entertainment of merit. We were not particular. From station to station we turned. Failure. Our sad plight prompted us, in our poor and unlearned way, to partly paraphrase a famous poem, as follows: Announcers to the right of us, Announcers to the left of us Volleyed and thundered. Into the jaws of death, Into the jaws of hell, Cried the six hundred! Their's not to reason why, Their's but to shout and die, Bold radio announcers. We felt better after that effort. So we turned the radio off and contemplated what joy people of America would have if they could turn on their receivers and pick up just the type of program they like. Perhaps an arrangement like England enjoys, where the owner pays a small tax or license on each set, the money to go or purely program purposes, is best. In this country we have too many radio stations, consequently forcing many of them to accept questionable money-to-loan-on-utos, regain-your-health-quick and soak-your-money-on-oil advertising. Power radio stations with better end varied programs. NAVIES and ships I crossed the Atlantic with Admiral Alberto Alessio of the Italian merchant vessels for naval purposes in case of war. "All of the world's shipbuilding is under the control of men whose chief preoccupation is war," said one expert. "No important ship can be built anywhere today without government subsidy, and the subsidy is to enable the navy to control the design and construction of the ship, so it can take it over for fighting purposes if necessary." "Yes; and the United States is the most rigid in its requirements," said another, an American. "Our admirals sit in Washington and try to make every commercial vessel built in America into a warship. One result is that we have trouble competing, in cargo carrying and passenger traffic, with ships of other nations." Perhaps the world will sometime get out from under the fear of war, but not if men whose livelyhood is earned by preparing for war have their way. WIRELESS In thirty years Thirty years ago I stood with Marconi on Table Head, Cape Breton Island, and listened to him predicting what his wireless telegraphy would some day do. It hadn't done anything up to then. "Every ship on the ocean will have it," he said. "Passengers will get the news of the whole world every day." It sounded incredible then. It is still a marvel, for his boast came true. I am writing this in midocean on the Rex. A few minutes ago I read the complete report of the day's price fluctuations on the world's principal stock exchanges, received by wireless and posted on the ship's bulletin board. Just now a boy brought to my cabin a daily newspaper, printed on the ship and containing the most important news of the day from We felt better after that effort. So we turned the radio off and contemplated what joy people of America would have if they could turn on their receivers and pick up just the type of program they like. Perhaps an arrangement like England enjoys, where the owner pays a small tax or license on each set, the money to go for purely program purposes, is best. In this country we have too many radio stations, consequently forcing many of them to accept questionable money-to-loan-on-utos, regain-your-health-quick and soak-your-money-on-oil advertising. Fewer radio stations with better and varied programs, and no blatant advertising, is a dream which some day must come true. How we envy English radio set owners, who enjoy all the good things we get over the radio, with none of the unpleasantness. Such an utopia is worth fighting for. Whatever the cause, repeal of the Wright Act, agitation against the eighteenth amendment, the chilly day or just plain bankering, we saw more hard liquor consumed at a recent football game than we had noticed since automobiles became more numerous than beer barrels. Chief Slim Nyboe's firemen were a great aid to St. Nicholas. They painted and repaired many used toys, which are bound to make local poor children happy. Anyway, we will have to wait till next year to blow our money in another football game. We have a short memory. Who was that fellow Jimmy Walker, anyhow? Uncle Sam cannot afford to be without his cheapest insurance—a first class navy. The most cheerful things we have seen this year are theountenances of Anaheimers who are playing Santa Claus. Every ship on the ocean will have it," he said. "Passengers will get the news of the whole world every day." It sounded incredible then. It is still a marvel, for his boast came true. I am writing this in midocean on the Rex. A few minutes ago I read the complete report of the day's price fluctuations on the world's principal stock exchanges, received by wireless and posted on the ship's bulletin board. Just now a boy brought to my cabin a daily newspaper, printed on the ship and containing the most important news of the day from America and Europe. If I wanted to I could go up to the Marconi room and telephone to my folks back in America. Marconi didn't dream that particular development of wireless; the radio telephone is due to Lee de Forest, an American who set out to improve on Marconi's work. Some time—next year or later, perhaps—it will be possible for travellers at sea or elsewhere not merely to talk with folk at a distance but to see them. Television is "just around the corner." COURAGE . . . demand of sea It is impossible to cross the Atlantic, if one is of thoughtful temperament, without marvelling at the courage of those who first sailed across it. Columbus's largest ship, the Santa Maria, was less than 100 feet long; five hundred Santa Marias would not take up any more room than the single great ship on which I am writing this. It took him more than two months to make the voyage we are completing in six days; two months of uncertainty amid utter loneliness. For nothing can be lonelier than the open sea. For three thousand miles, between New York and Gibraltar, we on the Rex saw no sign of life outside of our ship; we sighted no other ship, saw not a single gull or other bird, not even a whale. Police Commissioner Mulrooney of New York and I stood at the rail, looking out over the empty ocean, and debated whether Columbus or Lindbergh showed the most courage. We agreed that Lindy took the greater chance, but that Columbus took the greater responsibility. We left it that they were both brave men. OBSERVATIONS DIDN'T HOLLER DOWN HIS RAIN BARREL Every day in every way it appears Durable Dave was just a bit careless in picking his playmates while his thoughts lightly turned to love. HEY, EDDIE, FETCH THE BARREL A prisoner escaped from an Eastern penitentiary and on his way out took along the warden's pants. SILENT PARTNERS A columnner, who finally admits that prohibition is a dismal failure, says even if the country legalizes beer, the big booticions will still continue in the game. HOW ABOUT BOYCOTTING THE BOOTLEGGER Another humorist asks where is the money coming from to buy the beer, if the government tips over the animated amendment. LITTLE BOY BLUE COME BLOW YOUR HORN When prohibition came everybody and the cook thought there would be no need for jails and policemen, but as time crept on the bootlegger came, then the corrupt official, the racketeer and the kidnapper; and now people believe a mistake has been made, and something must be done about it. RAZZING THE OTHER GUY Some of the boys say political conventions are a joke, while others think they are a dandy place to hold post-mortem examinations. CAUSE AND EFFECT Whenever a bunch of fellers stay up all night and listen to the strains of "How Dry I Am," and "Sweet Adeline," there must be something in the ice chest. BEDTIME STORIES BEWARE! SLIPPERY PAVEMENTS! With the wet planks in both platforms, who are the drys going to vote for—or stay at home. HEY, BUDDY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR AIRSHIP A man in San Diego seeks an injunction to restrain the collector of customs there from prohibiting him crossing the border between 6 P. M. and 6 A. M. The gate closes at six o'clock P. M. The man says he is a bookkeeper, employed at Tia Juana, and raises an interesting question. He says by the closing order he is deprived of earning a livelihood. EDDIE, FETCH THE SKID CHAINS When a wavering dry stands on a wet platform there is a probability that he may slip and jar his dual personality. CHICKENS DO COME HOME TO ROOST Mack—What for the love of Mike is the meaning of entente cordiale? Al—Oh, that's French for evidence of good will toward each other. But, you know, if you beat a guy in a convention for the nomination for a high office, he gets sore. But yet again as time wears on and he comes to you, pat's you on the back, smiles at you and shakes your hand, you sort of feel that he has forgotten the past and has buried the hatchet. (Walt a second while I torch up this butt.) Puff, Puff. And yet again when you go to another convention and seek the same nomination, and this same feller is there, and when he sees an opening swings his delegates to an arch enemy of yours, and puts you in the discard and gives you the glassy stare and the ha! ha! you realize he has handed you an used lollypop and you feel like you have been given the double-cross and you get an awful headache and go away back and sit down. RAZZING THE OTHER GUY Some of the boys say political conventions are a joke, while others think they are a dandy place to hold post-mortem examinations. CAUSE AND EFFECT Whenever a bunch of fellers stay up all night and listen to the strains of "How Dry I Am," and "Sweet Adeline," there must be something in the ice chest. BEDTIME STORIES It is said while some of the nominating speeches were being made in one big political conventions nearly all of the delegates went to sleep. GETTING FIRST HAND INFORMATION If all the men in high offices, where laws are made, would trade places for 30 days with the down and outers, and then go back to their seats, there is no doubt this old U. S. A.'s troubles could soon be ironed out. A MORATORIUM, EH, WHAT! It is said up in some sections of the northwest farmers are using 1931 license plates on their motor vehicles, not having the mazuma to buy new ones. Now what do you know about that? JINGLE IN THEIR JEENS One of the foreign nations has drawn down a lot of gold from this country; but it don't seem able to fix up those deferred war debts. BRUCE BARTON writes of THE MASTER EXECUTIVE A MAN, SURE OF HIMSELF Jesus grew tremendously sure of himself as his ministry progressed. No passages in all literature are more scathing than his denunciations of the cheerless, self-righteous Pharisees. All achieving characters have a sublime disregard of criticism. "Never explain; never retract; never apologize; get it done and let him howl," was the motto of a great Englishman. It might well have been the motto of Jesus. "No man can expect to accomplish anything if he stands in terror of public opinion," he said in substance. "People will talk against you no matter how you live or what you do. Look at John the Baptist. He came neither eating nor drinking and they said he had a devil. I come both eating and drinking, and what do they call me? A wine bibber and a gluttonous man!" He must have told it as a joke on himself and on John, though the Gospel does say so. Indeed we must often wonder how much of his humor has been lost to us by the literal mindedness of his chroniclers. How about the incident, for example, at the pool of Bethesda? Hundreds of sick people were left along the edges to wait for the moment when the waters would be stirred by the visit of an angel from Heaven; whoever managed to get into the water first, after the stirring, was healed. stirred, he made a half-hearted effort to jump in, but there was always some one with more determination, or more helpful friends. He was bemoaning it on this day when Jesus stooped and looked at him with a whimsical smile. "Wilt thou be made whole?" Jesus demanded. The old man was instantly resentful. What an absurd question! Of course he wanted to be made whole! The smile on the face of Jesus broadened. He knew better. Enjoying poor health was the old fellow's profession. Nobody had as many pains as he. His was the only original hard luck story. He had been there for thirty-eight years. The keen eyes of Jesus saw deep into the souls of men. There was a twinkle in them now: "Get up," he said briskly, "and walk." The old chap spluttered and grumbled, but there was no resisting the command of that presence. He rose, discovered to his own amazement that he could stand, rolled up his bed and moved off. A reverent hush fell on the assembled crowd, and before they could find their voices Jesus, too, was gone. The disciples were too deeply impressed for comment; they dropped back a respectful distance and Jesus walked on alone. Suppose they had followed closer? Wouldn't their ears have been startled by something suspiciously like a chuckle? He must have told it as a joke on himself and on John, though the Gospels do say so. Indeed we must often wonder how much of his humor has been lost to us by the literal mindedness of his chroniclers. How about the incident, for example, at the pool of Bethesda? Hundreds of sick people were left along the edges to wait for the moment when the waters would be stirred by the visit of an angel from Heaven; whoever managed to get into the water first, after the stirring, was healed. Passing by it one afternoon Jesus heard the whining voice of an old fellow who had been lying there for thirty-eight years. Every time the pool This is a review lesson. Let us recall some of the topics we have considered the last three months. We have discussed the devotional life of the Christian, the problems of the family and the home, the controversial issue of temperance, the imperative need of world peace, the stewardship of money and of life, the acute conflict of races, and the best way in which to employ our leisure time. As we think back over all these themes we may well ask, "What standard of judgment can we use as a measuring rod whereby to determine our progress toward the solution of these fundamental questions?" Such a standard is furnished by the eloquent passage in Paul's letter to the Philippians that serves as our lesson text. It is what the apostle here calls "faith in Christ." It is this victorious faith that impelled Paul to forsake everything, counting it all as mere rubbish, that he might "win Christ and be found in union with Him." It was this mighty principle of faith that also explains the splendid achievement of Luther. As he was working on his commentary on the letter to the Romans, there came over him, like a flash, the conviction that God's righteousness is a new kind of life in us, a life by faith. The great words of Habakkuk, "The just man shall live by his faith," broke in upon the reformer's soul. There he came to see that faith is the victory, faith born in the soul. "When I discovered this," he wrote, "I was filled with a joy passing all others." What the world needs today is to raise the standard of faith. We make little headway in the solution of our problems because of the blight of scepticism. Too many are saying, "Human nature cannot be changed. Marital infidelity, intemperance, war, extravagance, racial tension, and abuse of leisure must ever remain." But Jesus assures us that "all things are possible to him that believeth." His chief demand was for faith. "Fear not, only believe," is the heart of his gospel. Under the banner of faith the Christian ideal can be finally attained.