anaheim-gazette 1933-07-06

SIXTEENTH 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 Maitland. 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 "Do you know, dear, I haven't had a ride with you in a dog's age. I think topics: his mother's condition, Paul's departure, Sam's progress in the correspondence course, plans for the new subdivision north of Manzanita, and so on. He finally stretched out on the ground and put his head in her lap. Joyce had just stroked back a lock of hair from his forehead, thinking absently that Neil ought to be doing something about the increasing thinness of his hair, when the thud of a horse's hoofs in the distance caught her ear. She stiffened and glanced up with an apprehensive fear clutching at her heart and stopping its beat for a moment. There, in an opening between clumps of oak trees about sixty yards away, on the trail they had just left, rode Robert Ainsworth! He did not see her at first. Then his idly roving glance turned to the couple on the ground. His eyes met Joyce's, and a quick smile of recognition spread over his face. Then his look dropped to the figure of Neil lying, with his head in her lap. A quizzical shade passed over his face. "Hello, Joyce!" he shouted. His horse leaped forward under the spur of his heel, and they galloped up the slope. Before Neil could stumble to his feet Ainsworth was drawing rein nearly upon them. "This precise situation," he said easily, "demands a galloping retreat an Elinor Glyn to write it nicely—" Neil drew forward. "I am my wife and I have time listen to that sort of damn you—" he began hotly, interposed. "Oh, this is all so fantastic please, don't begin a fight neither of you really know it's all about... Neil, I've to make up my mind to Robert, there's a good deal too! I hadn't expected to at once, but since it's hard way, for Heaven's sake don't difficult for me! I want to you the truth!" She turned to her husband you never heard of Joyce you? Answer me that, No. "You don't mean Joyce you Frills?" "No, no, I don't... Neil, what was my name married me?... Don't lose if I were crazy! What we before you married me?" "Why, Frills, this is non你 know your own name Florence Hilton, of course that got to do—" "Oh, will you please let Sit down, both of you, this take a long time. Please by thinking I'm crazy, heard of amnesia victims Did you know you'd marry..." Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasant 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 "Do you know, dear, I haven't had a ride with you in a dog's age. I think of recognition spread over his face. Then his look dropped to the figure of Neil lying, with his head in her lap. A quizzical shade passed over his face. "Hello, Joyce!" he shouted. His horse leaped forward under the spur of his heel, and they galloped up the slope. Before Neil could stumble to his feet Ainsworth was drawing rein nearly upon them. "This precise situation," he said easily, "demands a galloping retreat." Please, please, do n't begin to fight. I'll cut out the golf today and go with you. Take me on, will you?" Neil spoke with smiling carelessness but the look in his eyes gave him away. "Of course, what time will you get here?" She spoke casually. Neil would never guess the turmoil of unhappiness under the calm. Did men ever divine things the way women did? One man perhaps... Robert? as the name stabbed her she turned away quickly, scarcely hearing Neil's answer, "I'll come home to lunch, I think. Then we'll have the whole afternoon together." Even in her pain Joyce heard the change in Neil's voice. That last word was spoken with so touchingly confident and happy a note. "All right, I'll be ready. Good-bye," and she ran upstairs and shut herself in her room. There she sat down on the edge of the couch-bed and clenched her hands, staring dry-eyed out of the big window to the distant mountains. Joyce was wrapped in a mood of warm compassion for Neil. She felt she could not add another unkindness to the many that Frills had inflicted upon him. His eyes haunted her, and she felt on my part, but I'm too inquisitive to be so gallant. I prefer to advance and see what happens instead! Joyce's self-possession left her entirely. She stared numbly at the two men, miserably aware that they were both looking to her for explanation, and even more miserably aware that she knew not how to begin. Neil was the first to come to Joyce's rescue. "I beg your pardon," he said, courteously, "you seem to know my wife?" The quizzical smile deepened on Robert's face, "No, I seem rather to have made a mistake——" he began. A new, almost insolent note in his voice whipped Joyce into anger. All at once she knew what her course must be. It mattered little to her what the outcome of this meeting was; she was determined not to be led into further deceptions. "No mistake at all," she said quietly. "Neil, he's lying if he says he doesn't know me——" She looked from one to the other of the men. Neil's expression was that of the same partly-repressed hurt that he had shown when Maitland's name had "No, no, I don't . . . Neil, what was my name married me? . . . Don't lose if I were crazy! What wished before you married me?" "Why, Frills, this is now you know your own nurse Florence Hilton, of course that got to do——" "Oh, will you please let Sit down, both of you, this take a long time. Please by thinking I'm crazy. heard of amnesia victims Did you know you'd marry Did you know that Florence a girl without a past, will You've got to help me tell Neil, because I remember fore the morning after threw me on my head!" Neil was staring at founded. "You're not sure Why—what—when——" Robert Ainsworth said, us what you're driving at Joyce suddenly found it talk to these two men. It mind had for some time be the story it had to tell, words came swiftly, tensely cally. She told them of Joyce Ashton, of her early England, of her aunt and work in Philadelphia and start toward the Coast adventure. "I remember getting in cab. in Chicago in the snow of light snow when they aren't quite wet, but then them sticky. The taxi skid—there was a crash—and up I was in a bed, on a shelf looking out at a tree on where were growing. A man can porch and asked me how was you, Neil, whom I appalled state fancied to hit kidnapper!" "Why on earth—say, he have you kept this all How long ago was all It was Ainsworth speaking ed too stunned to take inance of it all. "I don't know just how it all. Of course at first rified I couldn't think, me Then I've always been awake—hated scenes—and I usually the line of least resistance just leaving to go on a bus Chicago. He kissed me go I was still in that paralyzed was left to figure things out It was all terrible, of some ways it was fascinating house, Neil, is so lovely, doorness appealed to me—different from the pin meagre life I'd been lead Philadelphia boarding-hung greedily on. . . . course, I found out about "Frills was the vicious..." Even in her pain Joyce heard the change in Neil's voice. That last word was spoken with so touchingly confident and happy a note. "All right, I'll be ready. Good-bye," and she ran upstairs and shut herself in her room. There she sat down on the edge of the couch-bed and clenched her hands, staring dry-eyed out of the big window to the distant mountains. Joyce was wrapped in a mood of warm compassion for Neil. She felt she could not add another unkindness to the many that Frills had inflicted upon him. His eyes haunted her, and she felt more utterly miserable than she had at any time since she had awakened to man's shoes. She could not contemplate falling Neil and his mother that way. Riding off with Joyce that afternoon, Neil was in high spirits, with an elation in the manner that filled Joyce with shame. She rode in silence, hardly answering his questions, and not looking at him. Neil soon fell in with her mood as they rode along and no longer bothered her with conversation. Gradually then she began to feel remorse, and wished she could be less surly with Neil. He tried so hard to please her in everything, to adapt himself to her moods. It struck Joyce suddenly how much of that sort of thing he must have been doing in his married life. "Sam says McBready has a new lot of horses in," remarked Joyce, "did he tell you there's a man from Salinas who would like to buy Fire Queen?" "Yeah," replied Neil, eyeing her sidewise, perhaps to see if her general expression matched the friendly causalness of her voice. "I said I'd like to get rid of her myself but I'd have to consult you about the matter. I hate the sight of the damn' brute after what she nearly did to you, dear." A flash of amusement curled the corners of Joyce's mouth for a moment as she remarked, "You needn't consult me. I'm quite satisfied with Rosita, thank you." "Really? Gosh that's great. Sure relieves my mind." A little later they dismounted and sat down on a slope overlooking the valley to eat the package of sandwiches and fruit Joyce had brought. To her relief Neil talked about Manzanita A new, almost insolent note in his voice whipped Joyce into anger. All at once she knew what her course must be. It mattered little to her what the outcome of this meeting was; she was determined not to be led into further deceptions. "No mistake at all," she said quietly. "Neil, he's lying if he says he doesn't know me——" She looked from one to the other of the men. Neil's expression was that of the same partly-repressed hurt that he had shown when Maitland's name had been mentioned. She knew at once that the thought Robert had taken Maitland's place in Frill's life, but that his value of decency and dignity was holding him in check. Neil's immediate, unconscious reaction to this situation did not surprise her; he was showing no reversal of his personality. Robert, however, had suddenly become a stranger to her. Was this her "perfect companion," was this the man whose subtlety and sympathy she had so deliriously counted on? He sat on his horse coolly and looked down on them with an expression of amused cynicism. If this attitude were a cloak for his hurt feelings, Joyce thought swiftly, it was a less lovely one than Neil's! These valuations passed through Joyce's mind in one galloping second, while she stood there helplessly, wondering where to begin. "May I have the pleasure of meeting your husband?" Robert asked, smiling. Joyce looked at him. "Get off your horse, please," she answered, "there's a lot to be straightened out and it'll take some time. . . . Robert Ainsworth, this is Neil Packard, my husband . . ." The men acknowledged the introduction, Neil curtly, Robert with the same hard amusement that so offended Joyce. "Charmed," said Ainsworth lightly. "Oh, don't talk that way!" Joyce cried. "I don't know you at all in this mood—you're making it terribly hard for me——" Robert threw back his head and laughed. "Think, Joyce, what a lot I'm going to learn from this meeting! Think of the value of it all to a novelist! Why, I wouldn't be missing it for anything! I only wish I had the pen of Orglin of "BunWhen a man says, "that you know he has no great what has been said. The "bunk," comes from the p Buncombe, a town in NoA member of the House of tives from that town once speech in the lower house and when he finished comade that the address rected at the House but income for effect. From has come the word 'buning clap-trap speeches for of cajoling constituents." ANAHEIM GAZETTE An Elinor Glyn to write it up adequate—" Neil drew forward. "I don't think my wife and I have time to stop and listen to that sort of damn' drivel from you——" he began hotly, when Joyce interposed. "Oh, this is all so fantastic! Please, please, don't begin a fight over it, when neither of you really knows a bit what it's all about... Neil, I've been trying to make up my mind to tell you—Robert, there's a good deal due to you, too! I hadn't expected to tell you both once, but since it's happened this day, for Heaven's sake don't make it so difficult for me! I want to tell both of you the truth!" She turned to her husband, "Neil, you never heard of Joyce Ashton, did you? Answer me that, Neil?" "You don't mean Joyce Abbott, do you Frills?" "No, no, I don't... Tell me this, tell, what was my name before you married me?... Don't look at me as I were crazy! What was my name before you married me?" "Why, Frills, this is nonsense! Don't you know your own name? It was Florence Hilton, of course. What's that got to do—" "Oh, will you please let me tell you? It down, both of you, this is going to take a long time. Please don't begin by thinking I'm crazy. You've both heard of amnesia victims, of course? Did you know you'd married one, Neil? accident on Fire Queen!" "Humph." Neil looked closely at his wife, as if trying to fathom some hidden reason she might have for making a fool of him. "Neil, haven't you noticed that I've been different lately? Look back to your return from Chicago that last trip. Haven't I been less reckless, less troublesome generally, than the Frills you married?" Continued Next Week AH CLUB news Projects Make Them Pals If a father grows tired of reminding a son continually of chores that fall to his share of the work, get the boy started in a 4-H project. That will change things all over according to a New Hampshire club boy. The lad should know for he says club projects have made him and his father real pals. The boy is George Gilpatrick, Jr. of the Concord vicinity, and he is state poultry champion. No longer, in fact not for some time, has Father Gilpatrick been heard to say: "George have you fed the hens?" or "George, do the hens have water?" or something else like it which many boys have heard so often they feel they are being "dinged" at. It is all changed when the boy is given a proprietary interest in the hens, or what else he has to care for. It is a very handy arrangement for a boy to have charge of the poultry because the returns are daily, or at least so during most of the year. The egg yield tells the story of what the flock is doing, as there are eggs to be gathered every day during the productive season. If Johnny fails to feed or water the hens properly he knows full well it will tell its own story. The New Hampshire boy got so deeply interested in poultry after he started that in three years he "Sacrament" Is Topic For Sunday Semi-annual Communion services will be held on Sunday in all branches of The Mother Church, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston, Mass. The subject of the Lesson-Sermon is "Sacrament." Among the Scriptural selections are the words from John: "But when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore; but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus. Then Jesus saith unto them, Children, have ye any meat? They answered him, No. And he said unto them, Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes. ... As soon then as they were come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid thereon, and bread. ... Jesus saith unto them, Come and dine." One of the passages from "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," by Mary Baker Eddy, states: "This spiritual meeting with our Lord in the dawn of a new light is the morning meal which Christian Scientists commemorate. They bow before Christ, Truth, to receive more of his reappearing and silently to commune with the divine Principle, Love." LEGAL NOTICE NO. A-8411 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, Ana- "No, no, I don't . . . Tell me this, Neil, what was my name before you married me? . . . Don't look at me as I were crazy! What was my name before you married me?" "Why, Frills, this is nonsense! Don't you know your own name? It was Florence Hilton, of course. What's what got to do——" "Oh, will you please let me tell you? It down, both of you, this is going to take a long time. Please don't begin by thinking I'm crazy. You've both heard of amnesia victims, of course? Did you know you'd married one, Neil? Did you know that Florence Hilton was girl without a past, without a life? You've got to help me tell this story, Neil, because I remember nothing before the morning after Fire Queen frewed me on my head!" Neil was staring at her dumb-bounded. "You're not serious, Frills? Why—what—when——" Robert Ainsworth said, "Lord! Tell is what you're driving at Joyce!" Joyce suddenly found it possible to talk to these two men. It was as if her mind had for some time been preparing the story it had to tell, so that the words came swiftly, tensely, dramatically. She told them of being born Joyce Ashton, of her early life in New England, of her aunt and uncle, of her work in Philadelphia and then of her start toward the Coast in search of adventure. "I remember getting into the taxibike in Chicago in the snow—that sort of light snow when the streets still aren't quite wet, but the dirt makes them sticky. The taxi skidded violently—there was a crash—and when I woke up I was in a bed, on a sleeping porch, looking out at a tree on which oranges were growing. A man came onto the porch and asked me how I felt! That was you, Neil, whom I in my first appalled state fancied to have been my kidnapper!" "Why on earth—say, how on earth have you kept this all to yourself? How long ago was all this, Joyce?" It was Ainsworth speaking. Neil seemed too stunned to take in the significance of it all. "I don't know just how I have kept all. Of course at first I was so terrified I couldn't think, much less act. When I've always been awfully reticent—hated scenes—and I usually followed the line of least resistance. Neil was just leaving to go on a business trip to Chicago. He kissed me good-bye while he was still in that paralyzed state, and I was left to figure things out for myself! It was all terrible, of course, but in some ways it was fascinating. Your house, Neil, is so lovely, and the outcoorness appealed to me—it all was so different from the pinched, dark, neagre life I'd been leading in the Philadelphia boarding-house that Iung greedily on. And then, of course, I found out about Frills. ... "Frills was the vicious imp that had"It is all changed when the boy is given a proprietary interest in the hens, or what else he has to care for. It is a very handy arrangement for a boy to have charge of the poultry because the returns are daily, or at least so during most of the year. The egg yield tells the story of what the flock is doing, as there are eggs to be gathered every day during the productive season. If Johnny fails to feed or water the hens properly he knows full well it will tell its own story. The New Hampshire boy got so deeply interested in poultry after he started that in three years he has built up a fine producing flock, using three houses, all electrically lighted and fully equipped. He started with 10 hens which his father sold him, and built the first house with lumber laying around the place. The boy uses nothing but the best stock and produces fancy broilers as well as select eggs." Calf Leads Girl Far Some girls in for calf club work in their 4-H training. Some are led all around the barnyard or the show ring by their calf in a more or less unpleasant stampede. Some are led to the highest achievements in 4-H. Every girl who goes in for calf club work should strive to learn the causes for the difference, so that her calf club work should strive to learn the causes for the difference, so that her calf will lead her where she will be happy to go. Florence A. Woodbury of near Salt who was led far by the calf club pro-CJ Lake City, Utah, is one girl who was led far by her calf club projects and to goals which have brought her national recognition besides the utmost personal satisfaction. She has been selected as the national champion Holstein dairy calf girl by the Holstein-Friesian Association of America, which is the register for purebred animals of this breed. Every year they name a national champion boy and girl. The boy is Kark H. Kainz of near Elkader, Iowa. Both champions have remarkable records, and were started on their road to achievement by purebred Holstein calves. Florence began five years ago and has had a dairy project every year, making exhibits and taking part in public demonstrations and contests with signal success. Twice she was named the state champion Holstein calf club girl. In 1932 the state farm bureau association awarded her a gold medal for being in the state. Two different years she was delegated to attend the state leaders training school at the agricultural college. Each year of her club career she has served as a leader of a local club and with fine success. That's where her club calves led her. Young Kainz was named state champion and awarded many trips, prizes and other honors. He is a virile leader of the young people in this community and county. Four years ago he took on the responsibility of running the 80-form form of his grandparents and Tells Way to Find All Cleaned Eggs The cleaning of eggs, whether by the use of abrasives such as steel wool, emery cloth, and the sand blast, or by washing, will cause the removal of the cuticle or "bloom," which is deposited on the egg shells by the hen to protect the egg against the invasion of harmful micro-organisms which cause rot and mold. When eggs are washed in dirty water they may become infected by all the forms of rot or mold that is present. A very high proportion of the egg cleaned in such a way will become a complete loss if stored. To a large extent, storage losses due to cleaning may be reduced by the possibility of detecting such cleaning. According to W. M. Cory, assistant farm advisor, eggs immersed for about two minutes in an approximately five percent solution of potassium permanganate, then rinsed in plain water, will develop a dark brown color wherever the cuticle or bloom remains. Areas of the shell which have been washed or dry cleaned will develop little or no color. A Western visitor wanted to know how it happens that so many New Yorkers like to have their cigarettes mentholated. A common practice in many homes is to place a quarter's worth of menthol crystals in the bottom of a cigarette box. The Family Doctor by JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. A TONSORIAL TALK I have been a patron of the barber shop for over fifty years. I am one of the best friends the barber has. That's why I am so much interested in the very best for both operator and customer, in this important field. I may have mentioned in this column before—that I knew a clergyman with the finest "suit" of hair I ever saw; he would not permit a barber's brush or comb to touch his scalp—for fear of some sore of carried infection. The more I think of it, the more I feel that the preacher was right. Now I am uncomfortably bald. My more than three-score and ten years may account for it—but I wish I could have kept that hair! Many a barber's brush has showered down on my scalp whatever was in the instrument. Let me repeat: The barber's hair brush should be kept immersed in a good bowl of antiseptic solution. Not only that: but, barbers should be zealously guarded in their own personal health and condition of blood. In these days of rapid transit and mixed customers, too much care cannot be exercised by men who have such varied contacts as barbers have. I don't like to have a workman shave me who has a crop of ugly lesions on his face—and certainly not on his hands. It would make me leap for joy to see a sign hanging in my barbershop, "ALL OPERATIVES HERE HAVE NEGATIVE BLOOD-TESTS." It ought to be the finest of drawing-cards for a public barber shop or hairdressing establishment. I ran across a man professionally this week who was "Wassermann plus four," who absolutely did not know how he acquired the ugly condition. Such experience as this sets a man to thinking. We should close every door against dangerous invasion. 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. Phone 3219 Open Enquiries 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 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, GALIFORNIA 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, Bar, 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 Hours: 11-19; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, GALIFORNIA Printing — S-A-L-E-S— suggestions are carried in all your printed forms. Don't make that suggestion positive and attractive. ANAHEIM GARAGE Sash and Doors Nagel-Guhrer & Co. 418 S. Lenon 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 LOGAN ROCK WEIGHS ABOUT 20 TONS. HERE WE ARE IN LANDS END, ENGLAND WHERE THIS MASSIVE ROCK IS POISED UPON ANOTHER SO THAT IT MAY BE EASILY SWAYED BY HAND PRESSURE. SUCH STONES ARE FREQUENT IN VARIOUS PARTS OF ENGLAND ROLLER SKATING WAS IN VOGUE IN HOLLAND BEFORE 1800 BUT ONLY BECAME WIDELY POPULAR AFTER 1815. INDIA. WEELL FOLKS HERE WE ARE IN COLORFUL BURMA. THIS IS A PADAUNG WOMAN WITH NECK RINGS. THEY OTEN WEAR 22 OF THESE RINGS, WEIGHING ABOUT FORTY OR FIFTY POUNDS. GUESS WE BETTER START FOR HOME BOYS. WEVE BEEN AWAY AN HOUR AND MOTHER IS LIABUS TO WORRY.