anaheim-gazette 1933-03-30

AWAKENED WOMAN SECOND INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS When Joyce opened her eyes one morning to see a fruit-laden orange tree from the end of the luxurious sleeping porch where she lay in bed, she couldn't decide what had happened to her, for the last thing she remembered was a skidding taxicab in Chicago on a eleeting November day. And when she saw the circlet of diamonds on her wedding finger and when a man who called her Frills came to bid her an affectionate good-bye before leaving home for a hurried business trip, warning her to be careful after her fall from her horse the day before, she was even more puzzled. The gorgeous house that was evidently her home, the faint brown stains on her fingers—she had never smoked—and the initials on her toilet articles. F. L. P., added to her bewilderment. But—"it's heavenly," she said. "I'd be perfectly happy to spend a whole day right here. Joyce put the photograph back and left the room without further investigation. These people would find out she wasn't really Frills—and then what? But how absurd? It wasn't as if she were a real imposter pretending to be some one else! They would see the same face, the same bobbed hair, the same clothes she had been wearing. They might notice a difference in her manner, but they needn't guess that framed in rose vines. What a pleasant place to eat breakfast. She heard sounds from beyond the opposite door—low voices, the clink of china, a sudden rush of water, and the rustle of paper. Just as she was wondering whether to go into the kitchen and announce her presence or look around for a bell to ring, the door opened and a woman in a maid's uniform of blue chambray appeared. She was probably about forty years old, a plump comfortable-looking sort of person with a round, red face, smooth black hair and blue eyes. Seeing Joyce, she started in surprise and exclaimed, speaking rapidly and sounding a note of apology, "We thought you must be still asleep, ma'am, and we didn't want to disturb you, not being sure how you'd be feeling this morning after your fall, and all. Aln't it fine that you're able to be up? Ma'am, would you have some breakfast this morning?" During this speech Joyce had been getting hold of herself. By the end of it she had made several discoveries. One was that the maid was plainly nervous. Her manner indicated, it seemed to Joyce, that she was uncer- She drew in her breast wilted in spirit at the thou. Just then the maid breest of her breakfast. "Is there anything else Mrs. Packard?" the woman ask. "Oh, no, thank you!" restraining an impulse to enthusiasm. She resolved to be as noncommittal as possible while. When she was alone ate with relish, finishing eve the jam, every crumb of every drop of the coffee. When the maid appeared had made up her mind, telephones or calls, will you that I have a headache a like talking or seeing any? She strolled out toward to examine the flowers, walk around to the other house to see what sort would greet her there. It was so intensely thrilled to realize herself in California just as she stepped out in sunshine, marveling at clearness of the atmosphere. Joyce put the photograph back and left the room without further investigation. These people would find out she wasn't really Frills—and then what? But how absurd? It wasn't as if she were a real imposter pretending to be some one else! They would see the same face, the same bobbed hair, the same clothes she had been wearing. They might notice a difference in her manner, but they needn't guess that she was now an entirely different personality! "I've got to get over the feeling that I'm breaking into this house and that the first person who sees me can throw me out," she decided. In the bedroom, Joyce found a chiffonier with drawers full of the finest silk and batiste underwear. Getting dressed was a slow process, for she kept making new discoveries which she had to stop and admire. The clothes closet was as great a thrill as the bathroom. She stood, almost in awe, gazing into it, her thoughts again involuntarily returning to her room in West Philadelphia. "I think I've died and gone to a special heaven for working girls!" she gloated. "I could play around here all day looking at clothes. They can't all be mine! But I really must get dressed and hurry up and find out what I can about myself. That's more important than clothes. Looking the dresses over hastily, she found that the majority were not only very extreme in style, but also of vivid colors and patterns such as Joyce had never worn. She finally picked out a sport dress of white crepe de chine, and put on white stockings and shoes. Pleasantly impressed by the reflection in the long mirror, she was about to venture out of the room, when she caught sight again of the blue leather case on the dressing table. "Wonder what's in it... I might just take a look," she decided, unable to resist the temptation to open the box. With wide eyes she gazed curiously on a jumbled mass of jewelry. Joyce made a face at this miscellaneous collection. "What a mixture! Frills must simply have dripped with jewelry. All this is worth a nice little sum, though. It would make me nervous to have it around. How queer to think that I... that part of me... could choose things that are so absolutely different from what I really like. Oh, what a wonderful diamond! I never saw anything sparkle like that. It's fascinating!" She picked out a ring, a large square cut diamond in a delicate platinum setting, and slipped it on the finger which wore the wedding ring. "That must be the engagement ring. I... I think I'll wear it, for fun." She held out her hand at arm's length and surveyed it with mingled feelings of During this speech Joyce had been getting hold of herself. By the end of it she had made several discoveries. One was that the maid was plainly nervous. Her manner indicated, it seemed to Joyce, that she was uncer- tain how her words would be received. Strangely like . . . like his manner before he left! Frills had evidently been of a temperamental disposition toward both master and maid! Joyce could not help liking the maid's looks. She had an intuition that this woman would be a friend worth having even if she were a servant. "Thank you," smiled Joyce, wishing she knew the maid's name, "I feel all right, except for a headache and a little stiffness. But I'm hungry. I would like some breakfast, please." The look of relief in the woman's face was so strong as to amount almost to gratitude. There was something dog-like about it that touched Joyce and made her uncomfortable at the same time. "I'll have Marcia fix it right away, ma'am. What would you like?" Oh, well, let me see. Some coffee and toast and bacon and eggs. And . . . and orange juice, I think." As the maid turned away, she added, "By the way, was there any mail this morning?" "Why no, ma'am, there wouldn't be any today. It's Sunday, you know." Of course, how stupid of me to forget," murmured Joyce blushing. Disappointed, she strolled back to the living-room to wait for breakfast. She would greet her there. It was so intensely thirsty to realize herself in California just as she stepped out in sunshine, marveling at the clearness of the atmosphere. Joyce strolled out toward the garden, planning to go around the house and find what kind of land scape would greet her. vous to have it around. How queer to think that I . . . that part of me . . . could choose things that are so absolutely different from what I really like. Oh, what a wonderful diamond! I never saw anything sparkle like that. It’s fascinating!” She picked out a ring, a large square cut diamond in a delicate platinum setting, and slipped it on the finger which wore the wedding ring. “That must be the engagement ring. I . . . I think I’ll wear it, for fun.” She held out her hand at arm’s length and surveyed it with mingled feelings of admiration and uneasiness. The two rings gave her hand an unfamiliar look and she felt as if she were borrowing some one else’s jewelry and masquerading as a married woman just for a joke. “Now for downstairs. I think at last I’ll really find out something . . . but I feel like Alice in Wonderland—” Joyce hesitated at the top of the steps, her heart beginning to beat violently again and her courage rapidly oozing. But in a few moments she gathered up courage again, urged on by a combination of curiosity, and, to her surprise, a distinct sensation of hunger. She wanted some breakfast right away! A cup of coffee would help to steady her nerves. At the foot of the stairs she found a long living-room with French windows. It was furnished with new and curious furniture of a type that Joyce had never before seen and that, unexpectedly confronting her, caused her to gasp. The tables, chairs, and lamps were fantastically colored and shaped, and there were here and there, ornaments so comic that she burst out laughing. She picked her way gingerly amid furniture that was vaguely reminiscent of the New York skyscrapers, and crossed the living room, thinking as she glanced through the glass doors, that she must get out into that heavenly garden immediately after breakfast and pick at least one rose before some one told her to keep off the grass. The wonderful sunniness of all these rooms! The dining-room, though smaller than the living-room, was light and cheerful, with its long open windows time. “I'll have Marcia fix it right away, ma'am. What would you like?” “Oh, well, let me see. Some coffee and toast and bacon and eggs. And . . . and orange juice, I think.” As the maid turned away, she added, “By the way, was there any mail this morning?” “Why no, ma'am, there wouldn’t be any today. It's Sunday, you know.” “Of course, how stupid of me to forget,” murmured Joyce blushing. Disappointed, she strolled back to the living-room to wait for breakfast. She had hoped there would be a letter; it was so peculiar not to know your own last name. On a three-tier green table set close to the back of a strangely upholstered davenport lay a few magazines. At the bottom of the pile she found a Saturday Evening Post, and on the tiny yellow address label were printed the words, "Neil Packard, Manizanita, Cal." "Neil Packard, Manzanita, Cal!" exclaimed Joyce under her breath, "California! Well, that's some jump from Philadelphia. About as far away as I could get. And so his name is Neil Packard. Frills Packard." She looked out of the windows at the wealth of flowers blooming in the garden. "No wonder there are oranges and roses! No wonder the hills and mountains are so different from any I ever saw!" The maid appeared to tell her that breakfast was ready. The commonplaceness of the dining-room furniture proved a welcome relief to Joyce after the “modernistic” living-room. Joyce took up the thin glass of orange juice which nestled in a bed of cracked ice. It was deliciously sweet and refreshing. “When I consider how, in my old life, I could get a thrill out of finding one of Aldous Huxley's or Robert Alnsworth's books on the bargain counter at Leary's, I wonder I'm not dizzy with excitement at all these thrills piled on me all at once. There’s too much of it . . . I can't make myself believe I won't wake in a few minutes and find myself in some little, stuffy hall bedroom in a noisy city...” She decided regretfully best not go out into the unexpected callers might would be safer up in her day at least. What she made letters and other even lighten her further. In her bedroom again, she that one of the mirrors dressing table formed the door. “This,” murmured Jie the glass handle and looked next room, “must be my desk at last. I ginning to wonder whether any place in this whole one could write a letter. tainly ought to discover more.” She sat down at the desk feel like a real crook," uncomfortably, "reading so letters!" In spite of the handsome was an untidy desk, carry litter of accumulated ends, with dust plainly visible. Scraps of paper, sewn with broken points, a used piece of blotting paper and loose cigarettes, a half of aspirin tablets . . . at there, four calling cards with "Mr. Arthur Milford Mail." Continued Next Commission Great Phone Firm The railroad commission Southern California Telephone a certificate of public necessity to exercise consent granted it under a franchise of Santa Ana, Orange county September 12, 1932. ANAHEIM GAZETTE Two “Cash Buyers” Get Jolt In Court Conviction of Anthony Strangio and Humbert Strangio, prominent grape dealers and shippers in San Joaquin county on a charge of violating the deciduous fruit dealers act, is regarded by the state department of agriculture as one of the most important in its present campaign against wildcat and other unlicensed dealers and shippers. Ten growers had complained that the Strangios took possession of and shipped a quantity of grapes during the 1932 season and still owe a total of $4,675 on the collective transactions. They operated chiefly in the Manteca and Stockton districts. The Strangios represented themselves as "cash buyers" under the law. This designation provides that such buyers must pay for the product within 48 hours after written demand is made on them. The conviction was had in the superior court in Stockton. Treatment of Posts Is Told Preservative Increases Life of Fence Posts From 5 to 15 Years, Claim By W. M. CORY, Assistant Farm Advisor Rotting fence posts on the farm are always a source of cost and annoyance. They are always falling over or being broken down by stock when time for replacement cannot be easily taken, which is a source of inconvenience in addition to the cost for replacement. Fence posts treated with a preservative applied with a brush will last from five to seven years longer, and by the open tank method from 10 to 15 years longer. Decay and termite attacks are more rapid in that portion near the ground level and on ground. Consequently the preservative should be applied to all that portion under- It was so intensely thrilling to try to realize herself in California! But just as she stepped out into the warm sunshine, marveling at the amazing dearness of the atmosphere, she heard the telephone bell ring. The telephone was on a stand at the foot of the stairs, and the maid who had waited on her approached it with deliberate steps and fitted the receiver. "Yes? Yes, this is Roxie ... Good-morning, Mrs. Packard. Why yes, Mrs. Packard's had breakfast but she has a headache and said she couldn't see anyone. N-no, she just said 'anyone.' Well, I'll ask her. Just a minute. . ." The next moment the maid seeing Joyce, said apologetically, "Mrs. Paul Packard, ma'am, on the phone and wants to know how you are. She said Mr. Neil has asked her to come over to see you and she's just ready to start row." "Oh? But ... but—please tell her my head—I just don't feel I can talk or see anyone today," stammered Joyce, "I think I'd better keep pretty quiet for a little while. I ... I'm sorry," he looked helplessly at the maid, who returned without comment to the telephone and delivered the message. Joyce stened, wondering worriedly whether he should have taken the plunge. Perhaps her refusal to see Mrs. Paul Packard would cause trouble. She decided regretfully that she had not go out into the garden where unexpected callers might find her. She would be safer up in her room for this always a source of cost and annoyance. They are always falling over or being broken down by stock when time for replacement cannot be easily taken, which is a source of inconvenience in addition to the cost for replacement. Fence posts treated with a preservative applied with a brush will last from five to seven years longer, and by the open tank method from 10 to 15 years longer. Decay and termite attacks are more rapid in that portion near the ground level and on ground. Consequently the preservative should be applied to all that portion underground and up six or eight inches above the ground level when the post is set. Coal-tar creosote is the most effective preservative material to us. It is commonly applied in either of the following ways: (1) With a brush. A second coat is given after 24 hours, taking care to fill all checks or cracks and holes. This is the cheapest but least effective method. (2) By dipping. That portion of the post to be treated is immersed in hot creosote for from 5 to 15 minutes. A 100 gallon steel drum set over a fire pit makes an inexpensive and effective vat. This method of treatment is cheap and more effective than the brush treatment. (3) Open tank. The entire post is immersed for from one to three hours in each of two baths of the oil, the first with oil at a temperature of 180 to 220 degrees. It is then transferred to another vat with the oil at air temperature. If only one tank is available, allow the hot oil to cool slowly for an hour or more before removing the posts. This is the most effective treatment. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 11th day of May, 1933, at the hour of 10:00 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the South entrance to the Orange County Court House, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, the BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by ALICE HUMPHREY, a single woman, and recorded on April 13, 1931, in Book 472, page 203, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $400.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $4.70 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning May 1, 1931, in accordance with the terms of said deed of trust, and in compliance with a notice of default and demand for sale of the property in the said deed of trust and hereinafter described, recorded on December 10, Boys Go In For Home "Ec" Men have done amateur and professional cooking from the beginning of time but it is only recently that 4-H club boys have gone in for it on any scale. Fourteen boys of the Oakesdale community in Washington have a meal planning club which will be supervised by Miss Carrie Busby, a regular leader. They will take up as the first year's work the preparation of breakfasts. The boys will learn to cook cereal, coffee, cocoa, muffins, waffles, baking powder biscuits, and will plan balanced menus for this meal. They will also learn how to prepare other staple dishes, and judge baked goods. The boys range in age from 9 to 12 years, and they call their group the "Batter Up" club. There is a girl's cooking club of 28 members in the same community and the boys expect to enter into competition with them in some season-end contests. Scattered cases of boys carrying on home economics projects have not been infrequent. In New Hampshire a boy won the open state championship in canning for the second time last year. He is Howard Epping, 19, of Hartford. Canning was one of seven projects he carried on in nine years of club work. His proceeds from canning and a flock of 300 hens is paying his way in school and more besides. First place in the Massachusetts contest in canning last year went to Kenneth Benson, of Middlesex county. He was in his seventh year of canning work and his 1932 product totalled 1,110 containers. He took in $245 from sales of canned goods, besides supplying the requirements of his family. His exhibits have won many prizes in state and national competitions. Another case is William Hawkins of Greene County, Mo., who with his sister made up the demonstration team which ranked second in the utilization of dairy products at the national contest last year at Waterloo, Iowa. The pair showed how to make ice cream and cream of tomato soup. William's mother helped coach the pair and said she thought it was mighty handy for a boy to know how to do things in a kitchen. She decided regretfully that she had not go out into the garden where unexpected callers might find her. She would be safer up in her room for this day at least. What she must find now were letters and other evidence to enlighten her further. In her bedroom again, she discovered that one of the mirrors beside the pressing table formed the panel of a door. "This," murmured Joyce, turning the glass handle and looking into the next room, "must be my boudoir! Ah, there's a desk at last. I was just beginning to wonder whether there was any place in this whole house where one could write a letter. Now I certainly ought to discover something more." She sat down at the desk. "Now I feel like a real crook," she thought uncomfortably, "reading somebody else's letters!" In spite of the handsome fittings, it was an untidy desk, carrying a scattered litter of accumulated odds and ends, with dust plainly visible all over it. Scraps of paper, several pencils, with broken points, a ragged, much-used piece of blotting paper, matches and loose cigarettes, a half-empty box of aspirin tablets... and, here and there, four calling cards with the name Mr. Arthur Milford Maitland". Continued Next Week Commission Grants Phone Firm Rights The railroad commission has granted Southern California Telephone company a certificate of public convenience and necessity to exercise certain rights granted it under a franchise of the city of Santa Ana, Orange county, on September 12, 1932. Lot Eleven (11) in Block "A", of "Tract No. 399, Wallop Subdivision," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 15, page 41 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. SUBJECT to convenants, conditions, reservations and restrictions of record. or so much thereof as shall be necessary to pay the principal, interest, advances, charges, costs and trustee's fees due and unpaid at the date of said sale. Dated March 24th, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION. By R. D. Fuller, Assistant Vice-President. And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. To the bow-wows with your "vitamins" and your "sex hormones" and your invisible cells! Let's talk about something you can understand, that you meet every day. "Cold feet" is most empathically a SYMPTOM, and if you have 'em persistently it's a sign that your nerves are not up to normal, or that your capillary circulation is faulty—or both. Elderly and old individuals are often victims of this sort of condition. Many "nervous" women who are much younger suffer with cold feet. It is worth while to pay attention to habitually cold feet. I am a believer in a salt-water bath for the feet before retiring, when feet remain cold in bed for a long time. The salt in the water stimulates the capillary circulation in the skin, and the nerve-endings there as well. Bathe the feet with the salty water, and dry them with a coarse towel. Get right into bed after treating. Keep up your attention to the feet—a month if you can. Limited amount of blood in the feet means excess of blood in other localities. Some cold-footed individuals have congestive headaches. If your home is not built for cold feet, get a hot-water bag and warm the region inhabited by your feet in bed. If not that, a hot iron—even a hot brick! I have known warm feet to cure forms of headaches. Remember—some of you—we poor folks often adopt poor ways. We do not all have air-tight houses and steam heated rooms. Some of us live out in the country, you know. I can't help feeling just a wee bit sorry for victims of cold feet—hence this letter. Your physician will probably recommend a good nerve tonic in addition to my hints. He will know. Warm feet are good protection from kidney disease—bear in mind. THE GAZETTE FOR GOOD JOB PRINTING A.B.C. 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Public Weighing Scales IN OLD TIMES, OF COURSE, IT WAS MOSTLY IN TORRID COUNTRIES WHERE RAIN-MAKING WAS PRACTICED. IN OTHER PARTS OF THE WORLD RAIN WAS NOT DESIRED & STORMS WERE FEARED. IN JAVA, WHERE THEY HAVE RAINFALLS IN ABUNDANCE, THERE ARE MANY CEREMONIES FOR THE PREVENTION OF RAIN. NOW THEN, LET'S GET BACK TO OUR OWN COUNTRY BEFORE WE GET CAUGHT IN A RAIN STORM OURSELves. EVEN TODAY IN CERTAIN PARTS OF GREECE ROMANIA & BULGARIA THERE ARE PICTURES ESQUE CEREMONIES FOR THE PURPOSE OF WRITTING RAIN - AND MAGIC RAIN YAMS.