anaheim-gazette 1933-08-03

FIRST INSTALLMENT Old Charley Thane snapped off the ignition with a thick, square finger. Cautiously, the decrepit car rolled forward into the only vacant space on the street and stopped, its front tires snugly against the curb. The curb was painted a faded red; and across the sidewalk was the entrance of the post office. Leaning his big forearms on the wheel, the old man gazed disinterestedly at the sidewalk glaring in the morning light of the Arizona sun. Behind him clattered the street traffic, its progress occasionally interrupted by the loose-jointed ringing of the semaphore suspended above the intersection half a block away. A pair of legs clad in khaki serge trousers wandered casually to the front of the car. Old Charley's gaze awoke. "Mornin', Chief," he said moodily, lifting his eyes to the other's face. "Howdy, Chet," replied the policeman in a soft drawl. He glanced speculatively at the car and inquired. "How's coughin' Lena a-feelin' her oats these days?" Old Charley sighed. Leaving the car in gear, for the emergency brake had long ago retired from active service, he eased his unwieldy body to a standing position on the pavement and vindictively slammed the door. "Not so good, Buck. Not so good. Top half of the windshield fell out on the way in." "A body'd think," remarked the policeman, nodding toward the yellowish stencil on the side of the car, "that so long as Uncle Sam's got his U. S. you going? San Jorge is a pretty big valley." The husband laughed shortly. "We are trying to get to a farm and the post office address is San Jorge." "A ranch, dear, not a farm," said the girl, "a cow ranch—the Dead Lantern ranch." The yes of Old Charley narrowed incredulously. He hesitated for a moment. "Are you real certain it's the Dead Lantern you want to go to?" The young man glanced inquiringly at his wife, then at Old Charley. "Why, yes—there is such a ranch, isn't there?" "Yes, there's a Dead Lantern all right." "The ranch we want to visit is called the Dead Lantern and the address was San Jorge," spoke the girl; "it was formerly owned by Mr. Harry Grey and a Mr. Snavely. Mr. Grey died recently. Do you know of the place and can you take us there?" "I go by the front gate, Ma'm." "Excellent. Perhaps if we start soon we shall be in time for luncheon? We can send in for our luggage later this afternoon, I suppose." Old Charley did not miss the tone in which this was spoken. Also, he did not miss the fact that she regarded him as a taxi driver. "If you want to go," he supplied, "I'd be glad to take you, but it's eighty-five miles to the Dead Lantern and the road's nothin' to brag on. You can get them to put up a lunch for you in that ice cream parlor over there. And if we can get your baggage on this car we'd better do it. There's no machine on the Dead Lan- cheerfulness." "Were you unpaved road before, Rude believe I ever was." For this scrap of conversation the mind of the old man. As the miles crawled by, settled into a physical comfort. Although he nee about it he always felt a town had ebbed away and flowed in. By now all trace of man had vanished. Only the reeling straight to the south thin wedge, its point in distant mountains which though they had been recouling along the horizon by a plow side of the desert lay—ocean by gray-green and brown. Far to the right juxtie-craggy, barren out The air, thin, unbelievable a thing of blinding light and heat—a parched thing moisture from the lips and skin like dry paper. A fence of three strands wire joined the road from one of the butte and followed mile. Then came a gate, to a post nearby, a wooden tin can on top. Old Chick from the road and stopped reaching distance sack he the post card. A few miles father on turned to the side of the stopped the engine. "He asked, facing around. "Do you want to eat..." Old Charley settled into a physical and spiritual comfort as the miles crawled by. Old Charley grunted assent and stepped upon the sidewalk. "Seem's like Congress just don't have the time to get 'round to anything important." The two men remained motionless on the curb. At last the officer slightly shifted his position, then asked, "Anything new over your way?" Old Charley considered carefully. "Things are mighty dry," he admitted. His friend of fifty years nodded. "Grass got a bad deal last winter—bad as the year I lost out." "Bad," corroborated Old Charley. "Dry spring so far, too. Come a dry summer, and us cattleman'll do well by the buzzards." This burst of conversation had apparently exhausted more than ten years and each of these greeted the old man before he had disappeared behind the door which led through the real wall of post boxes. One person thought it necessary to can send in for our luggage later this afternoon, I suppose." Old Charley did not miss the tone in which this was spoken. Also, he did not miss the fact that she regarded him as a taxi driver. "If you want to go," he supplied, "I'd be glad to take you, but it's eighty-five miles to the Dead Lantern and the road's nothin' to brag on. You can get them to put up a lunch for you in that ice cream parlor over there. And if we can get your baggage on this car we'd better do it. There's no machine on the Dead Lantern and I only make one trip a week." "Eighty-five miles?" The girl caught her breath. "Surely there must be a train—isn't there a town nearer than this?" "No'm. There's a spur track from Mexico that runs about thirty miles from the ranch but they only use it at cattle shippin' time. The young woman looked from her husband to Old Charley. "Do you mean that this ranch is eighty-five miles out in the wilderness and there isn't even a machine on the place?" "That's about the size of it, Ma'm." "But how do they get to town?" "They don't come in so very often." "Kenneth—" The girl appealed to her husband with questioning eyes. For a long moment the two young people faced each other. Then with a shrug of helplessness the husband turned to Old Charley. "We didn't understand how it would be. I expect we'd better do as you suggest. We only have a small trunk and some bags—they're still at the station." Old Charley nodded cheerfully. "Fine. If you'll give me the checks I can be getting the stuff loaded while you folks see about your lunches. I'm sorry I can't take you any nearer the ranch house than the gate, though. Are they expecting you?" "Oh, yes. We wrote Mr. Snavely some time ago that we intended to arrive today. It can't be so very far from the gate to the house, can it?" "About five miles, I should judge." "Good Lord!" The young man glanced curiously at the people on the sidewalk. "Well, then, I suppose we'd better telephone Mr. Snavely and make sure that he will meet us. We've already tried to find his name in the directory—" "No telephone?" The young man's brows puckered. "No—telephone—" he spoke slowly; the idea was quite new to him. "But how do people—he paused and became more thoughtful. "Well, but say, Snavely knows all this. Does he know that you are the only means of transportation and that—do you have a regular day for making this trip?" "Every Saturday." "Well, then," he continued, pleased with his deductions, "Mr. Snavely knows that we're coming on the same fence of three strands wire joined the road from one of the butte and followed mile. Then came a gate, to a post nearby, a wooden tin can on top. Old Chatham from the road and stopped reaching distance sack here the post card. A few miles father on turned to the side of the stopped the engine. "He asked; facing around. "Do you want to eat by the girl, as she glanced at eyes narrowed to slits brilliant light." "Can't we come to a stream or where out of this awful heat." "I'm mighty sorry," replied man, conscious of a certain under the pettishness of it. "but I'm afraid this is the do. There ain't no trees—'ceptin' a mesquite or stream's plumb impossible; on in this direction the first strike would be the Gulf of Mexico." The girl shrank back in eyes darted over the desolate as though imploring it tree, a house, an animal familiar. She said nothing. "Well, I can stand a little marked the young man chose Dave, here, has already sat lunch." He spoke to his Charley busied himself with sandwiches. "We're fine—a deal different than we expected, Ruth? There's some all this I like though—" arm toward the skyline; the door, stepped out and the car. He faced the door now alightly behind them. This air is positively won-tried to take a deep breath ruined lungs, but choked, full minute before he could "Anyway," he grinned wair was certainly made to... "Things are mighty dry," he admitted. His friend of fifty years nodded. "Grass got a bad deal last winter—bad as the year I lost out." "Bad," corroborated Old Charley. "Dry spring so far, too. Come a dry summer, and us cattleman'll do well by the buzzards." This burst of conversation had apparently exhausted more than ten years and each of these greeted the old man before he had disappeared behind the door which led through the real wall of post boxes. One person thought it necessary to shake hands with Old Charley and this man stopped him with, "Hello Sheriff!" Whereupon an elderly couple at the money order window exchanged a significant glance, and an old-timer—who never lost opportunity to lament the passing of the good old times—opined to a neighbor that, when Charley Thane was sheriff of this here county, sheriffs had a heap more to do with posses than foreclosure sales. When Old Charley returned to the street, carrying a large government mail sack weighted with two letters and a post card, a young couple and a five-year-old boy were standing uncertainly in the strip of shade close to his car. Discomfort and bewilderment enveloped the three as one person. The little boy was tightly moored to his mother's forefinger and the hand of the husband was very near that of his wife. Old Charley's lower lip bunched slightly with his thought of "Pshaw, now!" as he noted the face of the slender young man; he had seen many such faces new to Arizona. "Are you Ol—Mr.—Mr.—" the young man paused and looked toward the girl at his side. "Thane," she supplied, "are you Mr. Thane?" Old Charley smiled, his eyes on the girl. He observed to himself that she was pretty, high toned, and mighty warm. "Yes," he said aloud, "I am Old Charley Thane." A tension relaxed. "We were told by a police officer," said the young man hesitantly, as though expecting his words to be cut short at any moment by a cough, "that you were going to a place called San Jorge, carrying the mail. We were told that you occasionally carry passengers." Old Charley nodded. "Yes, I can take you out that way. Where bouts are "No telephone?" The young man's brows puckered. "No—telephone—" he spoke slowly; the idea was quite new to him. "But how do people—" he paused and became more thoughtful. "Well, but say, Snavely knows all this. Does he know that you are the only means of transportation and that—do you have a regular day for making this trip?" "Every Saturday." "Well, then," he continued, pleased with his deductions, "Mr. Snavely knows that we're coming on the same day you bring the mail and I'm sure he'll meet us. We're rather important visitors, you know," he finished with "There's something about all this I like though," said Kenneth. a half-embarrassed smile. By the time Old Charley had returned with a small steamer trunk lashed on the rack and three bags and a guitar case on the floor of the car, the little family was waiting. The family rode in the back seat, crowded together in recognition of the strangeness of their surroundings. Shortly after the outskirts of the town had been passed, Old Charley heard the young man's voice raised with forced Work Progresses On Huge Aqueduct Adits Allow Boring at Four Different Points to Speed Up 18-Mile Tunnel Continued progress on the Colorado river aqueduct project was reported this week from points all along the line of the giant water carrier which will span the entire state of California to serve the 13 cities of the metropolitan water district. Advices from construction forces in the field reveal that the huge job is rapidly taking form as the greatest engineering feat in the history of continental United States, far overshadowing even boulder dam in its immensity. With such preliminary tasks as road, power line, and water line building being pushed rapidly to completion, work on the first major aqueduct construction units, the tunnels, is moving ahead with new momentum. On the Coachella division of the aqueduct, where 26 miles of tunnel is being driven by forces employed directly by the district, crews working from six camps in the Little San Bernardino mountains are nearing full capacity construction, it was reported. Two of the adits, or subsidiary tunnels, on the 18-mile East Coachella bore, have been completed, and two others, at Berdoo and Pushawalla camps, are nearing the line of the main tunnel. The completed adits are located at Fargo and Yellow canyon camps. These adits, district engineers point out, are smaller tunnels, driven at right angles to the main bore, enabling work to go forward in the big tunnel at four different points, instead of just two. It is estimated that 12 to 17 years would be required to complete this huge 18-mile bore, if excavation were to be carried on at only the two NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST TRUST NO. 589 WHEREAS, CLIFFORD H. GRIFFITH and MARGARET E. GRIFFITH, husband and wife, by Deed of Trust, dated March 5th, 1929, recorded March 14th, 1929, in Book 252, page 417, of Official Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and hereinafter described, to the Orange County Title Company, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of one promissory note dated March 5th, 1929, payable to Home Mutual Building and Loan Association of Santa Ana, or order, for the principal sum of $2500.00, with interest at the rate of 7.8 per cent per annum, principal and interest due in monthly installments of $31.25 each on the 1st day of each month beginning May 1st, 1929; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that installment of principal and interest due on said note on October 1st, 1932, has not been paid, except that interest has been paid to September 5th, 1932; and WHEREAS, Pacific States Savings and Loan Company, owner and holder of said note heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on February 6th, 1933, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 601, page 38 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of its election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $1894.40 principal, less credit from installment share of $27.90, and interest thereon from September 5th, 1932, is now due, owing and unpaid on said note and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fee and expenses of sale, estimated at $208.00. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on A fence of three strands of barbed wire joined the road from the direction of the butte and followed mile after mile. Then came a gate, and fastened to a post nearby, a wooden box with a can on top. Old Charley turned from the road and stopped within easy reaching distance sack he transferred the post card. A few miles father on Old Charley turned to the side of the road and stopped the engine. "Hungry?" he asked; facing around. "Do you want to eat here?" asked the girl, as she glanced about with eyes narrowed to slits against the brilliant light. "Can't we go on until we come to a stream or a tree—anywhere out of this awful heat?" "I'm mighty sorry," replied the old man, conscious of a certain quivering under the pettishness of her voice, but I'm afraid this is the best we can do. There ain't no trees on this road—ceptin' a mesquite or two—and a stream's plumb impossible. If we kept in this direction the first water we'd strike would be the Gulf of California." The girl shrank back in the seat; her eyes darted over the desolate landscape as though imploring it to produce a tree, a house, an animal—anything familiar. She said nothing. "We well, I can stand a little food," remarked the young man cheerfully, "and have, here, has already started on the lunch." He spoke to his wife, as Old Charley busied himself with a package of sandwiches. "We're finding things deal different than we expected, aren't we, Ruth? There's something about all this I like though—" he swept his arm toward the skyline; then opening the door, stepped out and stood beside the car. He faced the distant butte, now slightly behind them. "You know, this air is positively wonderful!" He tried to take a deep breath into his ruined lungs, but choked, and was a full minute before he could speak again. Anyway," he grinned weakly, "this air was certainly made to breathe." Continued Next Week 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. Dated this 10th 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- NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on the 28th day of August, 1933, at the hour of eleven o'clock A.M., of said day, at the North entrance of the Hall of Records in the City of Santa Ana, California, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described property situated in the County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to-wit: Lot Seven (7) in Block "D" of "Tract No. 650," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 21, pages 14 and 15 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. —or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. Dated this 3rd day of August, 1933. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY By H. A. GARDNER, (Corporate Seal) President. By GEO. A. PARKER, Secretary. Aug. 3-10-17, 1933. NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST TRUST NO. 558 WHEREAS, HANS GATJENS and JOHANNA GATJENS, husband and wife, by Deed of Trust, dated November 20th, 1928, recorded December 4th, 1928, in Book 221 page 118 of Official Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and hereinafter described, to the Orange County Title Company, as Trustee, to secure among other obligations, the payment of one promissory note dated November 20th, 1928, payable to Home Mutual Building and Loan Association of Santa Ana, or order, for the principal sum of $5000.00, with interest at the rate of 7.8 per cent per annum, principal and interest due in monthly installments of $62.50 each on the 1st day of each month beginning January 1st, 1929; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the installment of principal and interest due on said note on May 1st, 1932, has not been paid, except that interest has been paid to April 5th, 1932; and Sales Tax How the manufacturer and the merchant must apply this law (the Retail Sales Tax Act of 1933, effective August 1, 1933) is told in an analysis which may be obtained free at any one of 410 branches of the Bank of America. This pamphlet is offered simply as a helpful service to the merchants, manufacturers, and executives of California. If your business is affected by this new tax law, you may come in for a copy of this helpful folder. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST & SAVINGS ASSOCIATION Bank of America National Trust & Savings Association, a National Bank and... Bank of America, a California State Bank... are identical in ownership and management... 410 offices in 243 California communities January 27th, 1933, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 590, page 483 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of its election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $3818.09 principal, less credit of $30.39 from installment share, and interest thereon from April 5th, 1932, is now due, owing and unpaid on said note and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fee and expenses of sale estimated at $208.00, together with $44.60 paid and advanced by the owner of said note in accordance with the provisions of said Deed of Trust, with interest on said last mentioned sum. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on the 28th day of August, 1933, at the hour of eleven o'clock A.M., of said day, at the North entrance of the Hall of Records in the City of Santa Ana, California, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described property situated in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to-wit: All of Lots One (1) and Two (2) in Block "B" of "Tract No. 143, Wilke Addition," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 11; Page 38 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. Excepting therefrom that parcel of land described as follows: Beginning at a point on the Eastern line of said Lot Two, 4 feet North of the Southeast corner of said lot; thence Westerly parallel to the Southerly line of said lot, a distance of 27 feet 4 inches; thence Northerly parallel with the Easterly line of said Lot Two (2) and the Easterly line of said Lot One (1) to the Northernly line of said Lot One (1); thence in a Southeasterly direction along the Northernly line of said Lot One (1) to the Northeast corner of said Lot One (1); thence along the Easterly line of said Lots One (1) and Two (2) to the point of beginning. —or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. Dated this 3rd day of August, 1933. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY By H. A. GARDNER. (Corporate Seal) President. By GEO. A. PARKER, Secretary. Aug. 3-10-17, 1933 A.B.C. 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