anaheim-gazette 1933-06-22

AWAKENED WOMAN FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT Synopsis: Joyce Ashton, poor stenographer, suffered loss of memory in a skidding taxi cab accident in Chicago. One morning two years later she woke after a fall from her horse, her memory restored, to find herself, as Frills, the wife of Neil Packard, rich California fruit packer. She determined to tell nobody of her predicament but set about learning what she could of her life in the interval. From the conversation of her friends and letters in her desk she gathered that she had been a heartless, pleasure-loving young woman. One letter that troubled her was from a woman signing herself Sophie, blaming Frills for not giving a home to a baby Sophie was caring for. Could it be her baby, Frills wondered! She also found herself involved in an affair with a man named Maltland. In San Francisco, where she went while her husband was away on business, she met Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasanter to Neil than Frills had been. But this line was dangerous, too, for Neil was pathetically anxious to win back her love. At his request they call upon Neil's mother, whom Joyce finds adorable. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "And you live here all alone and write?" asked Joyce. hopelessness. Where could this end, this delightful, this miraculous meeting? She was married to Neil Packard. Yet even as she forced this undeniable fact upon her consciousness, there stole into her mind the disturbing thought, "But that was why I was holding Neil off all this time... I was waiting for Robert!" How could she be Neil's wife now? Every heart beat was lifting her on an irresistible wave of longing and sweeping her toward the other mah. Joyce was in bed before Neil got home that night and the next morning a little shamed of her cowardice, she remained in her room until he had left for the day, pretending to be asleep when he knocked gently before he finally departed. She got up as soon as she heard his car roll out of the drive, dressed in her riding habit, and ate a hurried breakfast. She pretended to herself that she was simply going for a long ride. She told herself that it was too soon to make another call on Ainsworth and that she had no intention of doing anything so foolish. She certainly did not want him to think she was pursuing him! Yet, somehow, about noon she found herself at the foot of the trail. Suddenly she heard horse's hoofs behind her. "Hullo," exclaimed Robert Ainsworth, coming up at a gallop. "I was just thinking as I rode along that to have to eat lunch alone on such a day was am tired. I went pretty far." "Want to go over to Paul?" went on Neil, "he's leaving of weeks now, he said today. Of his plans all made. I'll... old Paul." Joyce bit her lips and frown tried to decide what to do. "You go on over to Paul's going to be so sleepy from ride that I'd yawn my head and that would be so annoying she said finally. Neil did not urge her and after his first few attempts sation had met with vague-minded replies, he finished the silence. The next morning during Joyce said suddenly, "Neil, of that hideous yellow Due wish I could turn it in and ent one. Would you mind?" Neil grinned. "Well, I need much for it myself. Sure, whatever you like about it." If... If I drove the Duo to the city today, do you then make the exchange right too much red tape? "Oh, yes, I don't believe any trouble. How about running taking in a show tonight back tomorrow? I've got a ness to see in the city and drive up with you," suggests Joyce sighed inwardly... want to go to a show. She forward to the drive alone Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasanter to Nell than Frills had been. But this line was dangerous, too, for Nell was pathetically anxious to win back her love. At his request they call upon Nell's mother, whom Joyce finds adorable. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "And you live here all alone and write?" asked Joyce. "Joyce looked silently up into his face" "You forget Claud Alfred," replied Ainsworth with a smile. Joyce giggled at the fiction of Claud Alfred. Why had she known from the first that there was no Claud Alfred Tremayne? She found out, among other scattered items of information, that this shack was his real headquarters, from which he went away every few months and stayed in San Francisco, New York, New Orleans, St. Augustine, Boston or various middle west cities. He had now been at the shack for three months and expected to stay until he finished his present book, which would probably be about two more months. When she reluctantly decided she must start back to Manzanita, Ainsworth suggested riding part of the way with her, to the point where he would branch off onto the road to Manana. He saddled Rosita and his own, a strong-looking dapple gray, who came to his call from the far end of the corral. Drawing rein at the parting place Ainsworth gave her an inquiring look, enough to make the angels weep!" Joyce's heart lightened at a bound. Deep gratitude flooded her at this casual but warm reception. She smiled happily, all her doubts dispelled. She was glad, glad, glad that she had come! And during the three hours she stayed with Robert Ainsworth, eating lunch with him, helping him wash the dishes, and listening to his nonsense, she continued to be glad. The conversation was kept, as if by mutual consent, light and bantering, impersonal. "I've finished Glittering Pavements," she remarked in a pause, "but I'm saving The Rose Adobe a little longer. It's such riches to have two books by Robert Ainsworth at once! You can't think how I adore your writing. I wish I could express my self better," hoping he would not think her stupid; "of course, you don't need any praise from me, but I do want you to know how much I enjoy your books. Everything you write is so satisfactory . . . it has such strength . . . there always seems to be something to bite on." She paused, suddenly overcome by the futility of her morning words and looked at much for it myself. Sure, whatever you like about it. "If . . . If I drove the Duet to the city today, do you think make the exchange right too much red tape?" "Oh, yes, I don't believe any trouble. How about running taking in a show tonight back tomorrow? I've got a necessity to see in the city and drive up with you," suggest Joyce sighed inwardly, wanting to go to a show. She forward to the drive alone to dream uninterrupted. All she owed Nell a debt to grow greater in proportion regard for Robert Ainsworth. "All right," she said. To her disappointment that she would have to wait days in order to obtain wanted. And when they reached Clarice Emery, Nell their staying up in San Francisco night and making a pay-the theatre together. The following day they sat at about noon and drove to the new roadster, but entirely unlike the "for its mirror-like enamel a deep blue, almost black." Three whole days since Robert Ainsworth! That thought which pushed all our background as they approachedzanita. So impatient was she worth again that it was the next day when she entered to the wood road the new Duesenberg car through the pines to the river. When Joyce arrived at the found Ainsworth engaged horse a thorough currying and came to welcome her displaying a most satisfactory enthusiasm. After a stick had been Dickie until the little dog and panting, Robert and And as usual, the world Joyce far away from this. Toward the end of them they happened to be insisting for a moment, standing in bookshelves while Ainsw for a volume of poems mentioned and from which to read to her. Joyce watched him as the bookcase, his eyes rushed over the titles along the heart filled with sudden pain! She adored him which surged through kind of love she had drawn for which she had wistful a young girl. Instinctive When she reluctantly decided she must start back to Manzanita, Ainsworth suggested riding part of the way with her, to the point where he would branch off onto the road to Manana. He saddled Rosita and his own, a strong-looking dapple gray, who came to his call from the far end of the corral. Drawing rein at the parting place Ainsworth gave her an inquiring look, and Joyce knew that he was about to ask her if he might not go to see her. "I'll—I'll come out again soon," she said quickly and spurred her horse to a galloping start. She waved her hand with out looking back. Joyce rode home in a daze. Mechanically she undressed, bathed, dressed again, and ate her dinner. After dinner she retreated to her room and settled herself luxuriously on the couch. She lay in her blissful trance. She held both of Robert Ainsworth's books, singing them, stroking them with worshiping fingers, opening the covers, glancing at the first sentences, tasting, and then putting off the delights of reading. She wondered how the shack looked at night, what Robert Ainsworth was doing at that moment while she lay and thought about him. Did he sleep on that wide couch under the window, or out of doors in the hammock under the pines with the multitude of stars gravely keeping watch overhead in the deep velvet of the sky? As she came to this thought something seemed to grip her heart, and she clenched her hands suddenly. She was in love with Robert Ainsworth! Thank God, Neil was away. Joyce had never valued the luxury of privacy and undisturbed quiet more than on this particular night. She wanted to forget everybody except Robert Ainsworth. During the next day, however, the inevitable reaction occurred. Doubts and fears plunged her down disastrously from the heights of exaltation to frequent moods of black uncertainty and I've insisted Gutterley she remarked in a pause, "but I'm saving The Rose Adobe a little longer. It's such riches to have two books by Robert Ainsworth at once! You can't think how I adore your writing. I wish I could express my self better," hoping he would not think her stupid; "of course, you don't need any praise from me, but I do want you to know how much I enjoy your books. Everything you write is so satisfactory . . . it has such strength . . . there always seems to be something to bite on." She paused, suddenly overcome by the futility of her groping for words and looked at him, appealing to his tolerance and understanding to her difficulty. He smiled at her and in his smile there was no trace of condescension nor mockery nor bored disgust. It was a cheerful, completely understanding, even a grateful smile. It warmed Joyce to the tips of her toes, made her feel as if he had accepted her as a friend, an equal, not just a girl who might be flirted with. "Nice girl!" he commented briefly. "Strength . . . something to bite on. You couldn't say anything to please me any better than that." When she was leaving Ainsworth said, "Do you think you can find the way if you drive out sometime? I'm sort of looking forward to meeting Dickie. You'll bring him sure, won't you?"" "Oh yes, I can find that back road and I'll bring Dickie. But . . . but I can't help worrying about . . . about interrupting you?"" "Forget it! While Claud Alfred's away I do as I damn' please in the matter of visitors. I often work at night too, you see. There isn't much else that's more tempting to do out here so I tear off quite a bit each twenty-four hours just whenever I feel like it. No particular hurry, either." She dismounted from Rosita just as Neil drove his car into the garage. When he joined her and they turned toward the house together, he said, "Been out long, Frills?" "Why, most all day. It was so lovely and I had my lunch so I kept going farther and farther." "I was sort of hoping you'd feel like a ride with me but—" "Oh, I'm sorry, Neil. But I really read it." LEGAL NOTICE CERTIFICATE OF INTRACTING BROTHER FICTITIO NAME We, PAUL POUPLIER, POUPLIER, husband and hereby certify that we are the business of dealing butors and wholesalers beverages, legal beer and other beverages, at 402 Claudina Street, Anaheim under the fictitious first style of "ANAHEIM WORKS"; that we are the said business; that we is interested therein; and side at 402 South Claudina Anaheim, California. PAUL POUPLIER KATE POUPLIER STATE OF CALIFORNIA COUNTY OF ORANGE On this 7th day of June me, GEO. F. HOLDEEN Public in and for said Co-residing therein, duly and sworn personally by POUPLIER and KATIE husband and wife, know the persons whose name led to the within instructed to me that the same. IN WITNESS WHERE hereunto set my hand on official seal the day and certificate first above written (SEAL) GEO. F. H. Notary Public said County ANAHEIM GAZETTE tired. I went pretty far." "Want to go over to Paul's tonight?" went on Neil, "he's leaving in a couple weeks now, he said today. Got most his plans all made. I'll . . . I'll miss Paul." Joyce bit her lips and frowned as she decided what to do. "You go on over to Paul's, Neil. I'm going to be so sleepy from my long bed that I'd yawn my head off. I know, did that would be so annoying to Paul," he said finally. Neil did not urge her and at dinner, after his first few attempts at conversation had met with vague, absented replies, he finished the meal in silence. The next morning during breakfast Joyce said suddenly, "Neil, I'm so sick that hideous yellow Duesenberg. I wish I could turn it in and get a different one. Would you mind?" Neil grinned. "Well, I never did care much for it myself. Sure, you can do whatever you like about it." "If . . . If I drove the Duesenberg up to the city today, do you think I could take the exchange right off without too much red tape?" "Oh, yes, I don't believe you'd have any trouble. How about running up and taking in a show tonight and driving back tomorrow? I've got a little business to see in the city and I'd like to drive up with you," suggested Neil. Joyce sighed inwardly. She did not want to go to a show. She had looked forward to the drive alone, a chance nized it. Was love always partly pain? Ainsworth was speaking, but she hardly heard what he was saying. "Oh, damn the luck! I must have left it in the city last time. I'll get it when I go up next week if I can remember to . . . I want to read you the one on the Eucalyptus Grove. You'd like it . . .." He turned. Joyce looked up into his face silently. His expression changed abruptly. Suddenly he put his hands on her shoulders. "Why don't you bring your aunt along as a chaperone?" he demanded. He was smiling but to Joyce's amazement his voice shook. "You . . . you can't expect me to stay impersonal much longer, you know," he continued, now very softly, "Not while you're so . . . while you're such a sweet child! I . . . I can't keep my hands off you, you lovely . . . adorable . . . beautiful—" Very gently his one arm slid about her shoulders, and he drew her close to him. Then he bent his head and laid his cheek against hers as he murmured the last words. His arms tightened around Joyce's yielding form. Continued Next Week Leaves Hot Fire But Stove Stolen A. Howard of Quincy left his cabin with a hot fire burning in the stove. When he returned a few hours later the stove was gone. LEGAL NOTICE CERTIFICATE OF BUSINESS Fletitious Firm Name THE UNDERSIGNED does hereby certify that he is conducting a Radio & Electric Retail business at 273 East Center Street, Anaheim, Orange County, California, under the fictitious firm name of FEARN RADIO ELECTRIC SHOP and that said firm is composed of the following persons, whose names in full and places of residence are as follows, to-wit: E. Ellsworth Fearn, 273 E. Center Street, Anaheim, California. WITNESS my hand this 2nd day of June, 1933. E. ELLSWORTH FEARN. Announce Racing Program at Fair Secretary-Manager Chas. W. Palne has mailed out entry blanks for the racing program of the California state fair, September 2 to 9, inclusive, listing purses offered which amount to over $26,000, with events so arranged that practically every horse entered will have an opportunity to make two or more starts. The Sacramento City and Occident stakes for 3-year-old trotters and for 3-year-old pacers carry purses of $2,000, with purses of $1500 for the 3-year-old trotters and 3-year-old pacers entered in the divisions of the state fair futurity. Entries for all these stakes are closed. Saves Himself by Use of Screwdriver W. W. Harris of Esparto accidently locked himself in the ice box in the rear of his drug store. He saved himself by digging his way through the wall with a screwdriver. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 26th day of June, 1983, at the hour of 10:00 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the North entrance to the Hall of Records, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, the BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, (the successor to all the rights powers and duties of The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, of Anaheim, California, organized and existing at the time of the execution of the deed of trust hereinafter referred to) as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by V. W. SNELL and VIDA SNELL, husband and wife, and recorded November 3, 1927, in Book 95, page 344, Official Records of Orange County, California which was given to THE UNDERSIGNED does hereby certify that he is conducting a Radio & Electric Retail business at 273 East Center Street, Anaheim, Orange County, California, under the fictitious firm name of FEARN RADIO ELECTRIC SHOP and that said firm is composed of the following persons, whose names in full and places of residence are as follows, to-wit: E. Ellsworth Fearn, 273 E. Center Street, Anaheim, California. WITNESS my hand this 2nd day of June, 1933. E. ELLSWORTH FEARN. STATE OF CALIFORNIA. COUNTY OF LOS ANGELES ON THIS 2nd day of June, A. D. 1933, before me, Ada I. Myers, a Notary in and for the said County and State, residing therein, duly commissioned and sworn, personally appeared E. Ellsworth Fearn, known to me to be the person whose name is subscribed to the within instrument, and acknowledged to me that he executed the same. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed my official seal the day and year in this Certificate first above written. (SEAL) ADA I. MYERS. My Commission Expires Oct. 9, 1933. 6-8-15-22. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL ESTATE UNDER EXECUTION In the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California SHERIFF'S SALE HOUSER & HOUSER, a co-partnership, consisting of JQHN T. HOUSER and J. EVERETT HOUSER. Plaintiff WILLIAM L. SCHRANDT, Defendant Under and by virtue of an Execution issued out of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California wherein Houser & Houser, a co-partnership, consisting of John T. Houser and J. Everett Houser, is Plaintiff, and William L. Schrandt is Defendant, upon a Judgment rendered the 20th day of December, 1932, for the sum of Seven Hundred Seventy-two and 50-100 ($772.50) Dollars, Lawful Money of the United States, besides costs and interest; and the sum of $797.70 with interest from the 20th day of December, 1932, is now (at the date of this writ) actually due on said Judgment. I have, on the 7th day of June, 1933, levied upon all the right, title, claim and interest of said defendant in and to the following described real estate, to-wit: Situated in the County of Orange, State of California, and more particularly described as follows, to-wit: The West 5 acres of the following County of Orange, State of California, the BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, (the successor to all the rights, powers and duties of The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, of Anaheim, California, organized and existing at the time of the execution of the deed of trust hereinafter referred to) as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by V. W. SNELL and VIDA SNELL, husband and wife, and recorded November 3, 1927, in Book 95, page 344, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $800.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $9.35 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning November 1, 1927, 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 February 25, 1933, in Book 599, page 284, 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 October 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $602.45 due and unpaid on the 13th day of February, 1933, 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 liens and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described property, situate in the County of Orange, State of California: Lot Thirteen (13) in Block "A" of Tract No. 479, as shown on a Map recorded in Book 17, page 37 of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County, California. Subject to reservations of record. Subject to the restrictions contained in the deed dated May 24, 1924, executed by G. G. Priddy and Nell Priddy, his wife, to V. W. Snell and Vida Snell, husband and wife, 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 May 27, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION. By R. D. Fuller, Trust Officer, And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer, (Successor to The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, of Anaheim, California). LEGAL NOTICE CERTIFICATE OF INDIVIDUALS TRANSACTING BUSINESS UNDER FICTITIOUS NAME We, PAUL POUPLIER and KATE POUPLIER, husband and wife, do hereby certify that we are conducting the business of dealing in and distributors and wholesalers of carbonated beverages, legal beer and wine and other beverages, at 402 and 404 South Claudina Street, Anaheim, California, under the fictitious firm name and style of "ANAHEIM BOTTLING WORKS"; that we are the sole owners of said business; that no other person is interested therein; and that we reside at 402 South Claudina Street, Anaheim, California. PAUL POUPLIER KATE POUPLIER STATE OF CALIFORNIA, COUNTY OF ORANGE. (es. On this 7th day of June, 1933, before me, GEO. F. HOLDEN, a Notary Public in and for said County and State, residing therein, duly commissioned and sworn, personally appeared PAUL POUPLIER and KATE POUPLIER, husband and wife, known to me to be the persons whose names are subscribed to the within instrument, and acknowledged to me that they executed the same. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed my official seal the day and year in this certificate first above written. SEAL GEO. F. HOLDEN. Notary Public in and for said County and State. (Dollars, Lawful Money of the United States, besides costs and interest; and the sum of $797.70 with interest from the 20th day of December, 1932, is now (at the date of this writ) actually due on said Judgment. I have, on the 7th day of June, 1933, levied upon all the right, title, claim and interest of said defendant in and to the following described real estate, to-wit: Situated in the County of Orange, State of California, and more particularly described as follows, to-wit: The West 5 acres of the following described property: Anaheim Ranch, ten acres, 528 x 825 feet in Orange Sounty, California, Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, commencing at a point 211.2 feet N. 74½° E. of SW corner of Lot Eight (8) Anaheim Extension, as shown on Map made by Wm. Hammel on file in the Recorder's office of Los Angeles County, California, running thence N. 74½° E. 528 feet, thence N. 14½° W. 825 feet, thence South 74½° W. 528 feet, thence S. 14½° E. 825 feet to the point of beginning, containing ten acres, more or less, reserving one-half of Santa Ana St., on the south side of said land. Together with all and singular the tenements, hereditaments and appurtenances thereunto belonging or in any wise appertaining. Notice is hereby given, that on Friday, the 30th day of June, 1933, at ten o'clock A.M., of said day, I will proceed to sell in front of the court house door, South Entrance, in the City of Santa Ana, at public auction to the highest bidder for cash in Lawful Money of the United States, all the right, title, claim and interest of said defendant, of, in and to the above described property, or so much thereof as may be necessary to raise sufficient to satisfy said judgment with interest and costs. GIVEN, under my hand this 7th day of June, 1933. LOGAN JACKSON, Sheriff. Houser & Houser, 402 Security Bldg.. Long Beach, Cal. Attorneys for Plaintiff. 6-9-16-23 The Family Doctor by JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. SOUND SENSE I still hear murmurings of "acidosis". So I ask by reader to pay attention to this: Acidosis means STARVATION somewhere. A very extreme, wasting disease, in advanced stage may produce acidosis; unless you are in that sort of fix, forget the acidosis bogey. And the constant buzz about "vitamin-this, and vitamin-that." It is getting to be almost a worry for anxious mothers and exotic dads. Listen: If you are eating good, whoosome foods, that are digested without being uncomfortable, then you are getting all the vitamins you need—maybe more—so why waste time on vitamins? Then, the milk craze. Say, do you know that Americans are the most gullible people on earth? About diet? Yes, diet, above all things! A notorious quack in this neighborhood is cramming all the victims he can lay hands on, with skim-milk! He says it's man's natural food, and no other is genuine. And he has many "converts." But, listen: The prospective mother of any young animal is supplied with a laboratory within her body, that produces milk for the new-born progeny. As soon as that baby—be it man, pig, or calf—is old enough to use other food and is "weaned," other foods become his normal dietary; he actually needs other food that fits him for his natural mode of living. To surfeit the adult human being with milk is to overload him with a sort of protein that he would be better without. Let milk stay in its proper place. Commercialism is carrying everything before it—just greed and mercenary cunning. If I were to try to follow up all the folsted "essentials" of the peddlers of this country, and take everything that the hawkers say is best for me, I should be a penniless idiot in less than a year. Let's be sensible. THE GAZETTE FOR GOOD JOB PRINTING 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. Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment 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 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8909 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Phone 3218 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Heurs: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Bldg. Cer. 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PRAIN FROM ANCIENT EGYPTIAN ANIMALS AND BAS-RELIERS. SOME OF OUR MODERN GIRLS. IT SURE DOES IT TAKE LONG TO GET AROUND PLACES IN OUR ROOST-PLANE DOES IT PROFESSOR?