anaheim-gazette 1933-04-20

FIFTH 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 decided 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. "I don't care who comes, I'm going out!" she decided recklessly. "On a glorious day like this it would be a crime to stick indoors. If this isn't a pleasant change from Philadelphia in November! It's all so marvelous!" She went down to the dining room buoyantly, careless of whether or not it had been Frills' custom to appear so early. After serving breakfast, Roxie lingered. "Will you be home for dinner, Mrs. Packard?" she asked. "Marcia would like to know if there'll be guests, and how many to expect, and what you'd trots of any horse around here, and the smoothest canter you ever saw." Joyce stepped back a little. In spite of Rosita's good character, she seemed disconcertingly big, and Joyce had a foolish fear of being stepped on suddenly. She lingered while Sam led Rosita inside again. There was a varnished wooden station wagon standing on the gravel drive while inside the garage she could see a long low car, very sporty-looking, with brilliant canary-yellow body and disk wheels. The upholstery was a bright lavender leather, and there was a great deal of shiny nickel about it. "I wouldn't be found dead in a thing like that," thought Joyce. Sam, returning at the moment, caught sight of her expression. He looked puzzled and asked, "What's the matter, Mrs. Packard? Anything wrong with the car?" "Nothing — except that it's all wrong," retorted Joyce, continuing to smile. She felt recklessly inclined to go on and tell him what she really thought about it. "Well, I'd get tired of those jazzy colors myself after a bit," said Sam frankly, "but it's a darn-good car. Shall ing. 'How lovely!'" she cascically, and read on. "I'm sitting in my rooftop that faces where think of you so hard that to anything else. I'm pointed that I can't be this minute. I had been day, and now I'm lonely. You've got to be bet afternoon, sweetheart. seen you in all your days but you had me guessing felt so puzzled about you seemed to have slipped entirely. I can't quite makes me restless now and try to get to you tonight everything. I'll be worrying you looking more like this." "Why are you keeping this? I'm pretty rotten know, beloved, but when again I'm going to tell again — and demonstrabely adore every inch of you call me up right away? How you slept and how All my love to my Fradoring Mait." "Too much fervor!" She went down to the dining room buoyantly, careless of whether or not it had been Frills' custom to appear so early. After serving breakfast, Roxie lingered. "Will you be home for dinner, Mrs. Packard?" she asked. "Marcia would like to know if there'll be guests, and how many to expect, and what you'd like to order!" "Yes, I'll be here for dinner, but I'll be alone. And tell Marcia to have anything at all, it doesn't matter what, just so I don't have to decide myself." She went out immediately into the garden and made her way around the dining-room wing of the house in the direction of the garage, sniffing delightedly at the exotic fragrance of the orange blossoms. She was amused to notice a head dodge back behind the yellow checked curtains as she passed the kitchen. "I just know they're wondering what can have happened to Frills," she thought, smiling. "Well, they'll have to keep on wondering. I hope at least that they won't find the change too unpleasant. Now, let's see—Oh, there's somebody! I wonder if that's 'Sam' Nell mentioned?" "He looks young and somehow not like on ordinary servant," she thought as she approached. "I wish he'd look up. Shall I say 'good-morning' to attract his attention? I don't dare call him Sam till I'm sure he is Sam." Her impression that he was not an ordinary servant was confirmed when the young man suddenly turned around and seeing her broke off in his whistling and exclaimed, "Good-morning, Mrs. Packard! Gee, I'm glad to see you out. How are you? Feel all right?" His attitude, though deferential enough, had nothing servile in it. He spoke in an easy manner, as if questions of varying social levels had never disturbed him. "Oh, yes, I'm all right," replied Joyce, feeling relieved that this was going to be easier than she had expected. "I'd got kind of a bad crack on the head, though it's better today. Is Fire Queen in the stable?" (She had one thing to thank Maitland for — he had told her the name of the horse.) There was just the hint of a grin on the young man's face as he answered, "Mr. Packard gave orders before he left for me to take her over to MacBready's ranch yesterday." "Oh?" Joyce frowned, not, as Sam probably thought, in anger at this news, but in baffled annoyance at having to stop and consider every remark before she dared make it. "Mr. Packard had me bring Rosita over from MacBready's for you in case you want to ride. She's one fine little mare, lively as a kitten without the thought about it. "Well, I'd get tired of those jazzy colors myself after a bit," said Sam frankly. "but it's a darn good car. Shall how you slept and how All my love to my Friadoring Mait." "Too much fervor!" m "She is a beauty," agreed Joyce with enthusiasm. I back her out for you? "No, thanks. I'm not going out today." She still lingered, however, as if she were not quite sure of her decision. Suddenly she remembered something she had wanted, and forgetting everything else, she asked eagerly. "Do you know where I could get a dog?" This time the astonishment on Sam's tanned face was so unmistakable that Joyce realized that she had at last really surprised him. "But gee, Mrs. Packard, I thought you didn't like dogs" he exclaimed. "Well, I've changed my mind" returned Joyce, embarrassment making her speak so shortly that Sam seemed to take her answer as a rebuke. "Well, I don't know exactly what I do want," said Joyce uncomfortably, wishing she had given the matter more thought before getting into it this way. "Why don't you go to Allen Kennels and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied, hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here, so I can have it today?" "Well, I know a dog I think I could get you," exclaimed Sam suddenly, "it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull you ever saw, about two years old and smart as a whip. Belongs to people named March. They're going to China and don't want to take the pup. Like to have me if I can't." critically. She felt only sort of disgust, as if she a vulgar love letter another. She shook the tiety. "All your fine pass on me, Mr. Maitland!" she said. "Well, let's see what here? After Mait's passage everything else will happen. The next letter made her a jerk. There was no Joyce hastily turned the post and examined the post mail." "New York, N. Y.," she out. In an angular, precise ha pale ink the astonishing lo "My dear Florence: A seem to lack interest in life the baby. I feel it no duty to keep you informed health. She is a most elegant showing, even at her decided personality and pleasures which fill your important more satisfying care and bringing up of the baby. I will send you a few months. Please extend greeting to Neil. Sophie." Spellbound, Joyce read which flowed along with There was just the hint of a grin on the young man's face as he answered, "Mr. Packard gave orders before he left for me to take her over to MacBready's ranch yesterday." "Oh?" Joyce frowned, not, as Sam probably thought, in anger at this news, but in baffled annoyance at having to stop and consider every remark before she dared make it. "Mr. Packard had me bring Rosita over from MacBready's for you in case you want to ride. She's one fine little mare, lively as a kitten, without the mean streak of Fire Queen. Want me to saddle her up?" Furnished with a plausible excuse for not riding, this would have been an excellent chance for Joyce to have remarked angrily, "no, if I can't have Fire Queen, I won't ride at all!" Instead she answered, "I'm not going to ride today, but I'd like to see her." "Sure, I'll bring her out," and Sam disappeared into the stable where she heard him speaking in low clucking tones with a soothing note in his voice. Sam was a nice young man, but she fancied he had looked a little disappointed at the quiet way she received the news of losing Fire Queen. Sam came out leading a daintily-stepping chestnut mare, with a white star on her mild forehead. She muzzled against Sam's shoulder with her soft nose, while he explained to Joyce, "Rosita's always been a pet at MacBready's and she's used to being made much over, aren't you, baby?" He stroked her fondly, pushing her off when she playfully nipped his sleeve. "Here, get out, girl, pick on some one your own size. Isn't she a beauty? Look at her lines, she hasn't got a fault anywhere." "She is a beauty," agreed Joyce, with enthusiasm, coming closer and patting the horse's neck timidly, "She looks as gentle as can be," went on Joyce, wondering whether Frills wouldn't have been disgusted with this very mildness. "Sure she does," agreed Sam. "but say, get on her, and she's got all the life you want and don't you forget it. Say, that mare's got one of the fastest and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied, hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here, so I can have it today?" "Well, I know a dog I think I could get you," exclaimed Sam suddenly, "it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull you ever saw, about two years old and smart as a whip. Belongs to people named March. They're going to China and don't want to take the pup. Like to have me see if I can get him for you?" "Oh, yes do," said Joyce. "Do you want . . . had you better have some money? I can write you a check." "I don't think they'll take any money. They'll be glad to find a good home for the dog." "Get him as soon as you can, will you?" asked Joyce, smiling at Sam gratefully. "I'm crazy to see him. Now that I've decided to have a dog, I want it right away." "Sure, I'll go right away, Mrs. Packard. I was just going to drive down to get the day's orders." Joyce wished she might ride with him while he did his errands but realizing the inadvisibility of such an outing she turned away reluctantly and went back to the house where she found that the morning mail had arrived. She sorted out the ones addressed to "Mrs. Neil Packard" and carried them down to the far end of the garden to a secluded corner hidden from the house. The first one was a short note, carefully scrawled in a hand writing she seemed to have seen before. "Sorry you didn't feel like seeing any of the gang honey. I can't stand this any longer. Thank God, Neil is away for some time. I can't get over your look this morning, Frills. Call me up tomorrow, dearie, C." "That's the same 'C' who wrote about the house party," thought Joyce, "and it must be the Mrs. Emery who telephoned yesterday." The next letter on heavy masculine stationery began: "Star Baby!" Joyce grinned to herself at this poetic open-and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied, hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here, so I can have it today?" "Well, I know a dog I think I could get you," exclaimed Sam suddenly, "it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull you ever saw, about two years old and smart as a whip. Belongs to people named March. They're going to China and don't want to take the pup. Like to have me see if I can get him for you?" "Oh, yes do," said Joyce. "Do you want . . . had you better have some money? I can write you a check." "I don't think they'll take any money. They'll be glad to find a good home for the dog." "Get him as soon as you can, will you?" asked Joyce, smiling at Sam gratefully. "I'm crazy to see him. Now that I've decided to have a dog, I want it right away." "Sure, I'll go right away, Mrs. Packard. I was just going to drive down to get the day's orders." Joyce wished she might ride with him while he did his errands but realizing the inadvisibility of such an outing she turned away reluctantly and went back to the house where she found that the morning mail had arrived. She sorted out the ones addressed to "Mrs. Neil Packard" and carried them down to the far end of the garden to a secluded corner hidden from the house. The first one was a short note, carefully scrawled in a hand writing she seemed to have seen before. "Sorry you didn't feel like seeing any of the gang honey. I can't stand this any longer. Thank God, Neil is away for some time. I can't get over your look this morning, Frills. Call me up tomorrow, dearie, C." "That's the same 'C' who wrote about the house party," thought Joyce, "and it must be the Mrs. Emery who telephoned yesterday." The next letter on heavy masculine stationery began: "Star Baby!" Joyce grinned to herself at this poetic open-and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied, hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here, so I can have it today?" "Well, I know a dog I think I could get you," exclaimed Sam suddenly, "it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull you ever saw, about two years old and smart as a whip. Belongs to people named March. They're going to China and don't want to take the pup. Like to have me see if I can get him for you?" "Oh, yes do," said Joyce. "Do you want . . . had you better have some money? I can write you a check." "I don't think they'll take any money. They'll be glad to find a good home for the dog." "Get him as soon as you can, will you?" asked Joyce, smiling at Sam gratefully. "I'm crazy to see him. Now that I've decided to have a dog, I want it right away." "Sure, I'll go right away, Mrs. Packard. I was just going to drive down to get the day's orders." Joyce wished she might ride with him while he did his errands but realizing the inadvisibility of such an outing she turned away reluctantly and went back to the house where she found that the morning mail had arrived. She sorted out the ones addressed to "Mrs. Neil Packard" and carried them down to the far end of the garden to a secluded corner hidden from the house. The first one was a short note, carefully scrawled in a hand writing she seemed to have seen before. "Sorry you didn't feel like seeing any of the gang honey. I can't stand this any longer. Thank God, Neil is away for some time. I can't get over your look this morning, Frills. Call me up tomorrow, dearie, C." "That's the same 'C' who wrote about the house party," thought Joyce, "and it must be the Mrs. Emery who telephoned yesterday." The next letter on heavy masculine stationery began: "Star Baby!" Joyce grinned to herself at this poetic open-and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied, hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here, so I can have it today?" "Well, I know a dog I think I could get you," exclaimed Sam suddenly, "it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull you ever saw, about two years old and smart as a whip. Belongs to people named March. They're going to China and don't want to take the pup. Like to have me see if I can get him for you?" "Oh, yes do," said Joyce. "Do you want . . . had you better have some money? I can write you a check." "I don't think they'll take any money. They'll be glad to find a good home for the dog." "Get him as soon as you can, will you?" asked Joyce, smiling at Sam gratefully. "I'm crazy to see him. Now that I've decided to have a dog, I want it right away." "Sure, I'll go right away, Mrs. Packard. I was just going to drive down to get the day's orders." Joyce wished she might ride with him while he did his errands but realizing the inadvisibility of such an outing she turned away reluctantly and went back to the house where she found that the morning mail had arrived. She sorted out the ones addressed to "Mrs. Neil Packard" and carried them down to the far end of the garden to a secluded corner hidden from the house. The first one was a short note, carefully scrawled in a hand writing she seemed to have seen before. "Sorry you didn't feel like seeing any of the gang honey. I can't stand this any longer. Thank God, Neil is away for some time. I can't get over your look this morning, Frills. Call me up tomorrow, dearie, C." "That's the same 'C' who wrote about the house party," thought Joyce, "and it must be the Mrs. Emery who telephoned yesterday." The next letter on heavy masculine stationery began: "Star Baby!" Joyce grinned to herself at this poetic open-and pick out something you like?" suggested Sam after a moment. "Oh, I don't want to be bothered," she replied， hoping this would sound enough like the capricious Frills to pass. "Can't you get me one somewhere around here，so I can have it today?" "Well，I know a dog I think I could get你，” exclaimed Sam suddenly，“it's the cutest little white and black Boston bull你 ever saw，about two years old和智能at such an uneasy，that她 felt weak和shame"A baby！It can't be never even heard of thatFrills有had一个宝宝在Let我见，yes它 could ha...the baby could nowas five or six months olddear。Oh dear，to think oa baby，... She sat and readtheand again tryingto realizablefact that she，Joycea mother.Joyce glanced up andcoming downthe pathtowooka deep breathto restprising calmasshe hastletters aside. Continued Next W Sales Tax Bill Before As With lower houselinedup againstthe Rileyplanwhich providesforcelips tax，AssemblymanBaison，San Franciscohas sales tax bill which would estimated $300000a yearwould rangefrom1 centorcentsto50 cents.upto6salesand2 centsforeachdollaroverthat.The taxapplytoagriculturalproducerfarmers." ANAHEIM GAZETTE ing. "How lovely!" she murmured sarcastically, and read on with interest. "I'm sitting in my room at the window that faces where you are, and think of you so hard that I can't settle to anything else. I'm bitterly disappointed that I can't be with you now, this minute. I had been living for it all day, and now I'm lonely as the devil. You've got to be better tomorrow, afternoon, sweetheart. I thought I'd seen you in all your different moods, but you had me guessing today. I never felt so puzzled about you before. You seemed to have slipped away from me entirely. I can't quite get it yet. It makes me restless now and I'm tempted to try to get to you tonight in spite of everything. I'll be worried until I find you looking more like yourself. "Why are you keeping me off like this? I'm pretty rotten at writing, you know, beloved, but when I'm with you again I'm going to tell you all over again — and demonstrate it — how I adore every inch of you. Won't you call me up right away? I want to know how you slept and how you feel now. All my love to my Frills, from her adoring Mait." "Too much fervor!" murmured Joyce Hitler and Goehring Chancellor Adolf Hitler, voted supreme dictatorial powers for a period of four years as head of the government in Germany and Minister German Geothring are shown here as they appeared at a recent public demonstration in Berlin. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF TRUSTEE'S SALE NO. F 75 WHEREAS, GERMAIN J. LAPLACE and ELSIE LAPLACE, husband and wife, by deed of trust dated the 9th day of May, 1930, recorded May 20, 1930, in Book 379, Page 401, Official Records in the office of the County Recorder of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the premises therein and as hereinafter described to the BANK OF ITALY NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, a national banking association, now BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by JOHN D. PARKS and MAGGIE ETHEL PARKS, husband critically. She felt only a detached sort of disgust, as if she were reading a vulgar love letter addressed to another. She shook the letter impatiently. "All your fine passion is wasted on me, Mr. Maitland!" she said aloud. "Well, let's see what else I have here? After Mait's passionate composition everything else will seem tame." The next letter made her sit up with a jerk. There was no address, and Joyce hastily turned the envelope over and examined the post mark curiously. "New York, N. Y," she finally made out. In an angular, precise handwriting, in pale ink the astonishing letter read: "My dear Florence: Although you seem to lack interest in hearing about the baby, I feel it no less than my duty to keep you informed of her health. She is a most engaging little date, showing, even at her tender age, decided personality and charm. Although truth compels me to admit that you are probably not the most suitable person to bring up a child, still I cannot understand how you can possibly feel that the sort ofasures which fill your life are more important, more satisfying, than the care and bringing up of this dear little baby. I will send you a few lines each month. Please extend my faithful greeting to Neil. Sophie." Spellbound, Joyce read this letter, which flowed along without a single WHEREAS, GERMAIN J. LAPLACE and ELSIE LAPLACE, husband and wife, by deed of trust dated the 9th day of May, 1930, recorded May 20, 1930, in Book 379, Page 401, Official Records in the office of the County Recorder of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the premises therein and as hereinafter described to the BANK OF ITALY NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, a national banking association, as Trustee, to secure among other things the payment of one certain promissory note and interest thereon according to the terms thereof, executed by Germain J. LaPlace and Elsie LaPlace, named in said deed of trust, and made payable to George A. Koontz and Bessie Koontz, husband and wife, as joint tenants, named in said deed of trust, and WHEREAS, default has been made in the payment of said promissory note, in that the interest in the amount of $20.00 due, Aug. 9, 1932, and $30.00 due Nov. 9, 1932, and taxes for 1931-32 and 1st installment taxes for 1932-33 were not paid when due nor has any part thereof been paid and all now remains due and unpaid. WHEREAS, in accordance with the terms of Section 2924 of the Civil Code of the State of California, the said George A. Koontz and Bessie Koontz being then the legal owners and holders of said note and deed of trust on January 5, 1933; caused to be recorded in the office of the County Recorder of Orange County, California, a notice of such default and of their election to cause the property described in said deed of trust to be sold in accordance with the provisions contained in said deed of trust to satisfy the obligation created by said note, which notice of default and election to sell was duly recorded in Book 596, Page 153, Official Records, in the office of the County Recorder of Orange County, California; and, WHEREAS, the said George A. Koontz and Bessie Koontz by reason of default as aforesaid, have elected and declared that the sums unpaid and secured by said deed of trust be immediately due and payable and have demanded that the Trustee shall sell the premises granted by the said deed of trust to accomplish the objects of the trust therein created. NOW, THEREFORE, notice is hereby given that the undersigned by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee by the said deed of trust will sell at public auction to the highest bidder for cash, in lawful money of the United States on May 11, 1933, at ten minutes past the hour of eleven o'clock, A. M., at the South entrance of the Orange County Court House, Santa Ana, California, the interest conveyed to it by the aforesaid deed of trust in "Although truth compels me to admit that you are probably not the most suitable person to bring up a child, still I cannot understand how you can possibly feel that the sort of pleasures which fill your life are more important, more satisfying, than the care and bringing up of this dear little baby. I will send you a few lines each month. Please extend my faithful greeting to Neil. Sophie." Spellbound, Joyce read this letter, which flowed along without a single paragraph to break its smooth stilted sentences. The significance of its contents came as such an unexpected blow that she felt weak and shaken. "A baby! It can't be true! . . . I never even heard of that. . . Could crills have had a baby in that time? Let me see, yes it could have happened . . . the baby could now be as much as five or six months old! . . Oh dear, Oh dear, to think of me having baby. . ." She sat and read the letter again and again trying to realize the incredible fact that she, Joyce Ashton, was mother. Joyce glanced up and saw a man coming down the path toward her. She took a deep breath to restore her courage and looked him over with surprising calm as she hastily put the letters aside. Continued Next Week Sales Tax Bill Before Assembly With the lower house apparently red up against the Riley-Stewart tax plan which provides for a gross receipts tax, Assemblyman B. J. Feigenstein, San Francisco, has introduced a less tax bill which would bring in an estimated $30,000,000 a year. The tax would range from 1 cent on sales of 10 cents to 50 cents, up to 6 cents for $3 less and 2 cents for each additional dollar over that. The tax would not apply to agricultural products sold by farmers. NOW, THEREFORE, notice is hereby given that the undersigned by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee by the said deed of trust will sell at public auction to the highest bidder for cash, in lawful money of the United States on May 11, 1933, at ten minutes past the hour of eleven o'clock, A. M., at the South entrance of the Orange County Court House, Santa Ana, California, the interest conveyed to it by the aforesaid deed of trust in and to the real property therein described situated in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California, and described as follows: Lot No. Two (2) in Block "B" Out Grove Tract Subdivision No. 217, as shown on a map recorded in Book 13, on page 2 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. To pay the amount due and unpaid upon said note, to-wit: The sum of Fifteen Hundred and no 100ths Dollars ($1500.00) and interest thereon at the rate of eight per cent per annum, from May 9, 1932, with $10.00 to apply on interest due Aug. 9, 1932, to the date of sale, together with the expenses of said sale and also the costs, fee, charges and expenses of the trust created by said deed of trust, including compensation to the Trustee and all other sums secured thereby. Said sale will be made without covenant or warranty, express or implied, regarding title, possession or encumbrances. TERMS OF SALE:—Cash, lawful money of the United States, payable at time of sale. Dated: April 6, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION By R. D. Fuller, Trust Officer By W. DALE BELL. Asst. Trust Officer. (Successor to Bank of Italy National Trust and Savings Association) Date of first publication Apr. 13, 1933. 4-13-4t LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 14th 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 Boo'472, page 202, 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, 1932, in Book 588, page 233, Official Records of Orange County, California executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of principal and interest due on May 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $382.41 due and unpaid on the 28th day of November, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to lions and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described property situate in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California: 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 34th, 1935. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION. By R. D. Fuller, Assistant Vice-President. And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. 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. Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Physicians & Surgeons Phone 9212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment 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. 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