anaheim-gazette 1933-06-29

FIFTEENTH 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 Ainsworth lifted his head, put his hand under her chin and stared down You're—oh what shall I say?" He took her in his arms and kissed her again and again. Then he looked into her eyes, met her anxious smile and said softly, "Oh, what is there to talk about? We don't need any words, do we, darling?" Joyce shook her head without speaking. She was swept back again to the heights of joyous happiness and she clung to him now unquestioning. At last however, she drew herself away and stood up, straightening her silk blouse with nervous hands and hastily combing her hair, which Ainsworth's caresses had rumpled. As she stood in front of the mirror, he came up behind her and put his arms gently around her body again. His eyes met hers in the glass. He was so much taller than Joyce that his chin rested on the top of her curly yellow head. She leaned back against him, suddenly aware of the fact that she was almost limp with fatigue after the emotional storm she had passed through, and smiled into the mirror. At that, he whirled her around and crushing her to him again buried his face in her neck. "Oh, . . . dearest . . . most beautiful..." She put her arms around his shoulders and whispered shyly, "Oh, am I all that . . . to you?" "And so much more that I can't put it into words!" he murmured, kissing it. I wish I knew what it. Oh, I'm so sorry," exclaimed "I'll go tomorrow and spend noon with her. I've neglected her lately." "Darling, that's sweet wish . . . I wonder . . . F devil can I do to . . . w Isn't there any chance for "Oh, please Neil, don't! "don't start that again we'll be late and you know likes to begin on time when ing a theater party after Most parties in Manzanof splitting up into couples found herself taken in or dinner partner when the set out for the theater. To be Paul Packard, much faction, for his company sible to sit without talking picture. Joyce deliberately to the sartorial allurement and returned in spirit shack on the lonely hills Before the next afternoon by such longing to see she set out for Neil's m in dragging rebellion. Eve ard's gentle gratitude failed wholly to rout sense of frustration. "I wonder whether something wrong in the business ard remarked in the counteroon, "Neil hasn't lately." "I don't know," replied hasn't said anything to me the business is all right only too well what was Neil's depression but she NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Ainsworth lifted his head, put his hand under her chin and stared down him again buried his face in her neck. "Oh, . . . dearest . . . most beautiful. . . ." She put her arms around his shoulders and whispered shyly, "Oh, am I all that . . . to you?" "And so much more that I can't put it into words!" he murmured, kissing into her face. Joyce's whirl of happiness filled her so full of emotion that she could not hold it all and a little of it spilled over in tears. Her heart beat in rapid accord with the violent beats which she could plainly feel thumping in Robert Ainsworth's breast. He bent down then and kissed her eyes and her lips. At first, just lightly, almost in playful caress; but again and again, and each time a little harder, a little more intensely—until finally, his mouth crushed down on hers and it was as if she were lifted out of herself and had lost her identity. After a few moments he released her abruptly. Joyce, so weak, she had to lean against the bookshelves to keep herself from falling, watched Ainsworth walk to the door and stand there with his back to her. She could not speak. It seemed to her that they stood thus for an eternity. Finally he turned around and smiled at her again. "Well, there it is. And what happens next? Does the Beautiful Belinda depart forever in proud wrath and leave the poor insulting worm to live on with only the memory of his one daring deed or ..." Leaving his sentence unfinished, he took a cigarette and lighted it. Joyce watching the tip of her ear. After a while Joyce was able to put on her hat and then, with his arm around her, they set out to walk to the car through the woods. After she was in the car, with Dickie on the seat beside her, Ainsworth leaned against it with his arms still around her and gave her a final kiss. "Can't I do the calling next time? We've got some serious talking to do about this situation of ours. Tell me where this mysterious aunt of yours lives!" Joyce dropped her eyes suddenly. "Oh—please let's leave things as they are!" All at once she realized the ambiguousness of her position. "I'll come again in a day or two." She was thankful for the unconventional elant that made him answer cheerfully, "Oh, all right. I have to go up to the city for a day or two. I think it's next Tuesday." "Oh no, don't . . . don't stay away long," begged Joyce. "But you'll come before I go? Good Lord, it's four whole days till then!" Even though she knew it was late, Joyce drove home slowly. It was maddening to have to go out she set out for Nell's mother in dragging rebellion. Eveard's gentle gratitude failed wholly to rout sense of frustration. "I wonder whether something wrong in the business ard remarked in the courternoon, 'Nell hasn't lately.'" "I don't know," replied hasnt said anything to me the business is all right only too well what was Neil's depression but she his mother. "Please don't worry amuch," she said gently, that is just a temporary may be some business deal that Neil is brooding over come out all right. Mrs. Packard looked at grateful for Joyce's effort her mind but not wholly on the matter was so simple. When Neil arrived, Joyce their leaving shortly after way home she could not mind that one significant the pinched grayness of ard's face had struck her. "Mother sure looked at she?" remarked Neil as home, "How was she durnoon? Did she talk much? "A little less than usual It seemed to exhaust her worrying about you. She thing is . . ." They were both silent, dare ask what it was thinking him because she felt knew. Joyce lay awake a long night seeing the situation palling clearness, from e did. I was disgusted at Frills for treating Neil did. I was disgusted at an affair with Maitland Just because Robert Ainto me to be worth a maitlands, it doesn't makeference. If I deceive Neil hurting him, too, and than Frills was. And ... I feel like a miserable woman all this luxury and doing anything to deserve it to . . . to hurt Nell If only he didn't love me he was so happy for a almost pitiful how grate so little. Oh, I can't be think of it even." Joyce in the pillow and tried to which shook her. At breakfast the next glanced at her and said, ously, "Didn't you sleep look kind of pale and dr morning, dear." Joyce's nerves were on her stormy night and lean against the bookshelves to keep herself from falling, watched Ainsworth walk to the door and stand there with his back to her. She could not speak. It seemed to her that they stood thus for an eternity. Finally he turned around and smiled at her again. "Well, there it is. And what happens next? Does the Beautiful Bellinda depart forever in proud wrath and leave the poor insulting worm to live on with only the memory of his one daring deed or..." Leaving his sentence unfinished, he took a cigarette and lighted it. Joyce watching, saw his hand shake as he held the match to the tip. Why did he not come back to her and take her in his arms again? Why did he not tell her he loved her? She had not repulsed him. "Dickie," went on Ainsworth, sitting down on the step and picking up the dog who was nudging at him for attention, "it should be possible, one would think, for a sweet, beautiful girl to visit a man, even in a lonely place like this without being...er...manhandled." He smoked furiously. Joyce feeling her knees trembling, sat down on the arm of one of the big redwood chairs and listened silently. "But, you see, Dickie, damn it, I've been living here all alone for months and months, and a man gets to fooling himself with his smart delusion that he's self-sufficient, that the lid is on good and tight—until, suddenly, along comes a girl, not just an ordinary girl, you know, Dickie, but one with sweetness and beauty and intelligence, one who is a particular joy to be with, and—well, then, bang, everything is off!" A chill descended on Joyce. She felt a vast sickening fear settle down benumbingly over her. What did he mean? Did he—was he sorry for what had happened? A flame of white humiliation burned Joyce with intolerable pain. She must get away quickly and hide herself from this thought... She stood up and tried to speak in a casual, ordinary voice. "I think, Dickie, it's time for us...to go." Ainsworth jumped to his feet, dropping Dickie unceremoniously, and came to her. "Look here, Joyce! Don't go. All at once she realized the ambiguousness of her position. "I'll come again in a day or two." She was thankful for the unconventional elant that made him answer cheerfully, "Oh, all right. I have to go up to the city for a day or two. I think it's next Tuesday." "Oh no, don't . . . don't stay away long," begged Joyce. "But you'll come before I go? Good Lord, it's four whole days till then!". Even though she knew it was late, Joyce drove home slowly. It was maddening to have to go out to dinner at the Carters'. It was to be a more or less formal affair followed by a "theatre party." Both Mr. and Mrs. Carter were devoted to Neil, but their aversion to Frills was only thinly veiled. When she was ready to go, Joyce sat at her dressing table and stared dreamily at herself, wondering what Robert would think of her now. "You're looking stunning tonight, Frills!" Neil had come up behind her and interrupted her dreaming. Joyce started at his words and blushed furiously, partly in a sort of shame at being caught so obviously admiring herself, partly with annoyance at being forced to a realization of Neil's right to so address her. She jumped up and went to the closet to get her evening cloak, remarking casually in a voice of which she tried to keep out all trace of her nervous irritation. "Thanks for the compliment, but the credit is really yours. It's a lovely dress but I couldn't have had it if you weren't such a generous provider, my dear Mr. Packard." Neil took from her the luxurious cape of sea-green transparent velvet and they went downstairs together: "By the way, mother telephoned me a little while ago," he said, "the doctor has ordered her to stay in bed a few days and she wondered if you would come tomorrow afternoon and sit with her for a while? She's missed you lately . . . and . . . you know . . . and she's so happy at the way you've been to her . . . 'I'm worried,' he went on, as he laid the lovely cloak about her shoulders and for a moment held her to him, "there's something wrong about SURPRISE RAIDS ON HEADLIGHT OFFENDERS DUE Chief Cato Orders Patrol Squads To Check Up On Glaring Automobile Lights E. Raymond Cato, Chief of the California highway patrol, announces he is planning a series of "surprise raids" to be held at widely separated points throughout the state against violators of head light provisions. Secret orders will be issued to the captains of squads operating in which raids are to be conducted giving them the dates upon which the work will be done. Officers will be required to conduct the "surprise raids" in addition to their regular patrol duties. The raids will be aimed particularly at drivers operating with glaring lights and cars equipped with only one head lamp or without a tail light. All county squads will take part although the raids will be so arranged that squads in adjacent or nearby counties will not be operating on the same evenings. This will eliminate the possibility that motorists traveling across several counties during an evening will be stopped more than once. Cato said it would take several weeks to complete the work. Meanwhile he urged drivers knowing or suspecting their lights to be faulty and out of adjustment to waste no time in having them put in the proper condition. Citation cards will be issued to all offenders ordering them to appear in court in addition to the requirement that their lights be corrected and a report made to the proper authorities thereafter. STATE PARK TO BE DEDICATED ON JULY FIRST Governor Rolph Will Open Giant Park and Beach Frontage at San Clemente Saturday Wins Air Race Henrietta Sumner, of Los Angeles, Calif., flew 45 miles in 17 minutes, 7 seconds in the second annual air race for women flyers at New York, June 4 thus winning the Annette Gibson cash award over 23 competitors. LEGAL NOTICE NO. A-3411 NOTICE TO CREDITORS ESTATE OF Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, deceased. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN, by the undersigned, John J. Dwyer, executor of the estate of Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, deceased, to the creditors of and all persons having claims against the said deceased to file them with the necessary vouchers in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, or to exhibit the same with the necessary vouchers to the said John J. Dwyer, executor, at his place of business, 501 North West Street, Anaheim, in the County of Orange; within six months after the first publication of this notice. STATE PARK TO BE DEDICATED ON JULY FIRST Governor Rolph Will Open Giant Park and Beach Frontage at San Clemente Saturday A place in pictures is assured the winner of the "Senorita" contest which will be one of several feature events held during the State Beach park celebration at San Clemente on Saturday, July 1st. Assurance that a place will be provided is given by those in charge of the event, Hallam Cooley and H. H. Cotton. The judges will select the winners from a group of 100 or more ladies who will appear in the interesting and alluring gowns of early California. The judges are competent to pass upon the costumes of the "Golden Era" all of them being descendants of some family which played a prominent part in the story of California and its beginning. Another event which will bring back the days that are now in history will be the parade of "el caballeros". These contestants will also be scrutinized by judges fully posted on the styles and fittings of former times. Don Juan Forster, William Magee, and Vincente Yorba know from members of their own families what should be worn, and in this contest the showing of rider and costume, as well as horse and equipment, will enter into the judging and awarding of prizes. Official recognition of the event will be given by the presence of the governor who will formally dedicate the area at noon when the park of 100 acres and 6,000 feet of ocean frontage will be open for the use and pleasure of the public and everything provided to make it attractive, convenient and comfortable. on his face deepened. "Why, sweet-heart, what's the matter? Aren't you well? Does you head ache? Why didn't you stay in bed?" But Joyce swallowed the lump in her throat and summoning all her self-control she answered quickly, "Oh, I'll be all right. I just didn't sleep very well." "Well, you'd better take a nap today sometime. What are you doing, any thing special?" he went on. "No, I . . . guess not. I'm going to run out to your mother's for a few minutes about noon and take her some magazines and books. I may ride this afternoon." Continued Next Week undersigned, John J. Dwyer, executor of the estate of Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, deceased, to the creditors of and all persons having claims against the said deceased to file them with the necessary vouchers in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, or to exhibit the same with the necessary vouchers to the said John J. Dwyer, executor, at his place of business, 501 North West Street, Anaheim, in the County of Orange; within six months after the first publication of this notice. Dated this 19th Day of June, 1933. John J. Dwyer, Executor of the Estate of Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, Deceased. L. A. LEWIS, Attorney for Executor. 6-15- 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. )ss. 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. 6-8-4t If only he didn't love me so much. And he was so happy for a while. It was almost pitiful how grateful he was for so little. Oh, I can't bear to... to think of it even." Joyce buried her face in the pillow and tried to stifle the sobs which shook her. At breakfast the next morning Neil glanced at her and said, frowning anxiously, "Didn't you sleep, Frills? You look kind of pale and dragged out this morning, dear." Joyce's nerves were on edge after her stormy night and Neil's concerned tone struck her almost like a blow. To her horror she felt her eyes fill with a quick rush of tears. The worried look Cause and Cure of War Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt, honorary chairman of the National Committee on the Cause and Cure of War, representing some three million American women, announces that definite steps are being taken to further organize public opinion "at the hearth." Round table discussions are being launched by eleven women's organizations in the U.S. 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. 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. MTERS. My Commission Expires Oct. 9, 1933. 6—8-16-22-29 The Family Doctor by JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. CHEAP LIVING No need for anybody sidling up to me—to insist that the highest priced food is the best. It isn't. In fact, it's often the way around. Some of the most important things—we couldn't live without—cost us nothing whatever! Sunshine and air cost nothing, yet what would we do without them? And water—free, or costs next to nothing. Walking—saves car fare, and is excellent for health. Smiles cost you nothing. The simplest foods are not only cheapest but BEST. One of my contemporaries says "sleep is a whole lot cheaper than whoopee; the real health program is not expensive—it's the flubdubs that drain away the hard-carned dimes." How true he speaks—you can prove it out on your self. Listen—a good hash, well-made, from cheaper cuts of meat—it fills all the inclinations for a meat-diet. Don't make it one of stale, waste leavings—make it fresh and good. . . Dry bread is quite as good in soup as are crackers. May be more nutritious. And soup if made well, is fine as a pre-dinner appetizer. I can visualize a ten-cent meal! Part of the year, in the country, beans may be had for the gathering; fresh vegetables and fruits—the country abounds in them. Cabbage, next to being given away. Liver—even dignified to the place of a valuable blood-making medicine! I direct some of my patients to eat raw turnips, raw cabbage, raw lettuce, young onions—and almost any variety of raw fruit and berries. Get your Vitamin-D from sunshine—and be independent of broadcasting fakirs. Oh, the call for old-fashioned horse-sense in living! Horse-sense doesn't cost anything either—and is mighty close to being a treasure in itself to its possessor. Wish I had more of it. 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. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 4105 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Furniture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Wilshire, Fullerton 51 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 8218 Residence 897 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, CADIFORNIA Printing — S-A-L-E-S— suggestions are carried in all your printed forms. Let us make that suggestion positive and attractive. ANAHEIM GAZETTE Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales THE MEDIUM WEIGHT OF A TUSK IS ABOUT 60 POUNDS. NORY IS PRIZED FOR ITS BEAUTIFUL COLOR, THE FINENESS OF ITS GRAIN & THE HIGH POLISH IT IS CAPABLE OF RECEIVING. NORY OF THE AFRICAN ELEPHANT IS MOST DESIRED BY THE MANUFACTURER FOR ITS DENSITY & WHITENESS. IT IS USED AS MATERIAL FOR KNIFE HANDLES, PIANO KEVIS, COMBS, BILLARD BAUS & ORnamental ARTICLES OF VARIOUS KINDES. TO PROVIDE THE WORLD'S SUPPLY OF IVORY IT IS ESTIMATED THAT 9000 TO 12,000 ELEPHANTS ARE KILLED ANNUALLY...