anaheim-gazette 1933-10-05

Anaheim, Calif., Oct. 5, 1933 WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR TENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ruth Warren, who lived in the East, is willed three-fourth interest in the "Dead Lantern" ranch in Arizona by her only brother who is reported to have met his death while on business in Mexico. Arriving in Arizona with her husband who has ailing lungs and their small child, they learn that the ranch is located 85 miles from the nearest railroad. Old Charley Thane, rancher and rural mail carrier agrees to take them to the "Dead Lantern" gate, 5 miles from the ranch house. As they trudge wearily through a gulch approaching the ranch house, a voice whispers "Go back!" At the ranch house they are greeted suspiciously by the gaunt rancher partner, Snavely, and Indian Ann, a hermalean woman of mixed negro and Indian blood. Snavely is difficult to understand but reckardless. Ruth takes up the task of trying to adjust their three lives to the ranch and its development. Kenneth, Ruth's husband, caught in chilling rain contracts pneumonia and passes away before a doctor arrives. Ruth tries to carry on. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Ruth felt that the only definite result of consulting a lawyer would be to put Snavely in a fury. After all, a lawyer couldn't change anything; she had her interest in the ranch and Snavely his. She supposed that Snavely thought himself to have once been cheated by the law and that to him it represented civilization in much the same way that barbed wire did. Ruth heard nothing as she passed the rock, except perhaps a dry tossed them aside, and thrust her arm into the opening. She brought up a tin cash box which fell heavily as she dropped it beside the hole. Then a wolfish grin twisted her lips and she withdrew a quart bottle filled with white liquid. "Here you is—just like th' voice say," she rumbled. When Ruth brought her son into the little walk, an' he take fall flat on his face! hits you. Ruth eyed the half-twisted when Ann had don't think I want an later." Ann's great fist crash "Yuh ast fer a drink, go I fittn' company for you. Ruth slowly poured liquor in her cup. At the room went vivid with the very earth leaped wition of thunder. "Ann! 'how about Sugarfoot?" The giantess got to concerned. "Pore lit pore little lamb... of the room muttering." Ruth hid the bottl kitchen door and going room lit the lamp. The against the window was the sill and down the wall think of nothing better and David began stuffi crack. They turned a and saw the giantess t way; her head bent for to bump the lintel guess," she whispered, a room, "he's done crawl bed an' shut his little gettin' in no storm!" Ruth smiled and looked up an ore specii they get this. Ann? "Huh? I doin know longer'n what I have—on the aquail bow hans shelf. 'There's a weap Ruth felt that the only definite result of consulting a lawyer would be to put Snavely in a fury. After all, a lawyer couldn't change anything; she had her interest in the ranch and Snavely his. She supposed that Snavely thought himself to have once been cheated by the law and that to him it represented civilization in much the same way that barbed wire did. Snavely had left for Palo Verde immediately after breakfast, in search of Mexicans. Now Ruth and Ann were catching their horses while David watched from the top of the corral gate. Before he left, Snavely had ordered Ann to ride the south pasture and Ruth had quietly determined to go along. The south pasture contained the only water-filled pond and consequently all of the cattle, except those which watered at the corral troughs on the home ranch. Ruth wanted to see if the feed in the south pasture was as nearly gone as Snavely had said. The little party had reached the inclined road which led down into the gulch when Ruth spurred Brisket to the side of the big roan. She pointed to the trail which led along the southern bank of the gulch. "Don't we want to go this way, Ann?" Ann shook her head. "You-all kin go round—I got to go through. This here's the naturalest way to go." Ruth hesitated, then followed Ann. She did not know whether or not she was afraid to pass the brown bowler which squatted so nakedly in the barren sand. She supposed she would scream if she heard—anything. As they reached the floor of the gulch the roots of her hair began to tingle. Ahead, Ann was sitting very straight in her saddle. The horses plodded slowly through the sand, yet they seemed to approach the bowler with incredible speed. Ruth's hand gripped her saddle horn, her shoulders were hunched as though expecting a blow. All about was the bright, hot silence of the morning — stillness somehow more terrifying than the shadow-filled evening when she had first come through the gulch. Ann was passing the bowlder; Ruth could see the first slight relaxing grew tense, and Ann reined her horse to a dead stop. Ruth and David also stopped. Ann remained motionless, her head set rigidly. Ruth held her breath and listened. She heard nothing. She allowed Brisket to take a few steps nearer the roon, then stopped him. She could hear something now, a low whispering guttural voice, so faint that she could almost imagine she heard nothing. For perhaps a minute she listened, before Ann nodded as though in reply and urged her horse forward. Ruth heard nothing as she passed the rock, except perhaps a dry rustling ranch house Ann was in the kitchen, the last of the tortillas crispy browning on the top of the stove. The girl received the surprise of her life when Ann looked at her with a broad grin. "Well, howdy, folks—set down; th' eats 'er comin'." "Why, Ann—" "What's th' matter, white girl—skecered o' somepin' ag'in?" Ann laughed, the full-throated, primitive laugh of the negro. She snatched the burning tortilla from the stove and flung it toward the table: "Miss Ann's funny!" David's little voice was filled with questioning delight. Ruth said nothing but seated herself at the kitchen table. "Now fer a feed," grunted Ann. Her chair squeaked dangerously as she slid into it. "Here, white girl," she invited, holding out a pot, "slop yerself a plate o' beans." There was no spoon in the pot and Ruth poured out the beans. She couldn't understand what had happened to Ann, but something warned her not to ask for a spoon. "Ann," said the girl, "It's beginning to rain and the wind is much stronger—do you suppose we ought to go to the barn and see if everything's shut tight? Is the windmill shut off?" For a second Ann appeared to consider the matter, then she grinned and waved her arm airlessly. "Let 'er rain—can't do nothin' bout it!" She began to sing, beating the table with her cup: "A man kin sow corn. A man kin sow oats, A man kin git chillin, A man kin raise shoats, A man kin make one thing, A man kin make two— But hit rains, dear Lord, Like hit wants to do!" The cup broke and Ann settled back in her chair, holding a bit of the porcelain handle between her big fingers and laughing — deep, gurgling laughter. David looked questioningly at his mother. Ruth had an idea: "Ann's a great old sport, isn't she?" And she laughed until David joined uncertainly. "Sing some more, Ann," she cried patting the huge knee which had slid to reined her horse to a dead stop. Ruth and David also stopped. Ann remained motionless, her head set rigidly. Ruth held her breath and listened. She heard nothing. She allowed Brisket to take a few steps nearer the roan, then stopped him. She could hear something now, a low whispering guttural voice, so faint that she could almost imagine she heard nothing. For perhaps a minute she listened, before Ann nodded as though in reply and urged her horse forward. Ruth heard nothing as she passed the rock, except perhaps a dry rustling as of brushed leaves, but of course there were no leaves, only sand, empty sand and the banded walls of the gulch far to the right and left. When they were out of the gulch and had turned southward, Ruth spoke to Ann. "Did it speak in Spanish?" "Apache." That was all Ruth could bring herself to ask and the only word Ann had ever said about the voice. During the whole of the ride Ann made no comment. Even when they were returning, and Ruth remarked that the quick growing billows of clouds above the western mountains might mean rain, the Indian woman had only nodded. The mother and son rode around the gulch, but the giantess went through. Ruth and David had been in the old adobe for some time when Ann passed and entered the ranch hpuse. Although it was hardly mid-afternoon the sun had already set behind the black mountain range of clouds. A cold wind blew, slowly gaining in strength, driving swirls of dust which flew like frightened shapes before it. Ann entered the kitchen and made the fire. She put on a kettle of water and a pot. From time to time as she mixed dough for the tortillas, she licked her lips. She had made six lumps and had begun to flatten the first by shapping it in her huge hands when she threw down the dough with a frenzied gesture and almost ran into Snavely's room. She did not pause but took hold of the nearest corner of the old carpet and flung it violently back. On her knees, she peered closely at the cracks in the floor, testing the boards with an occasional thump of her great fist. At length she found what she sought; with her nails in the crack she pulled up two short boards. A man kin make one thing, A man kin make two— But hit rains, dear Lord, Like hit wants to do!" The cup broke and Ann settled back in her chair, holding a bit of the porcelain handle between her big fingers and laughing — deep, gurgling laughter. David looked questioningly at his mother. Ruth had an idea, "Ann's a great old sport, isn't she?" And she laughed until David joined uncertainly. "Sing some more, Ann," she cried patting the huge knee which had slid to press her own. She knew that Ann must be drunk, but where she had obtained the liquor was a mystery. Ann immediately obliged with a song which was evidently a relic of the days when she "run a dance hall down in Texas." Terrified as she was, the girl found time to hope that parts of the song would not linger in David's brain. She applauded vigorously. "That's fine!" And leaning forward confidentially, "When the cat's away, Ann—you know!" She finished with a wink. But at allusion to Snavely's absence the giantess ceased to grin and looked steadily at Ruth. "Aw hell!" she said fiercely, "you're playin' a game! What're you up to, huh?" "Oh, nothing," answered Ruth airily. "If you want to be a pig, all right—I just thought you might give me a drink, that's all." "Aw now, honey! Shorely, shorely you kin have a drink—big drink." Ann rose and went to the flour bin where she pulled out a bottle, half full, and shoved it toward Ruth. "Go to it, kiddo!" Ruth took out the cork and put the mouth of the bottle to her nose. "What is this, Ann?" "Gawd love us!" she said explosively. "where was you raised? That there's mescal—dynamite, that's what it is—make it outa cactus, the greasers do, and it shoresly has its prickles left. I've seen a man stand to th' bar an' drink five whisky glasses of it dusin' 'bout half an hour, then maybe he'd go an' set with the boys and girls an' he'd be cold sober—like what I am now—he'd be cold sober, just funnin' a little maybe, fer 'bout an' then"—Ann leaned forward dramatically—"an' then he'd get up to take a hanging away from them then formed words, "What's th' time?" Ruth glanced at the six-twenty." "Great Gawd!" Ann full height. "Why didn't it was six o'clock? I'm bound. Ann reached into the roo' Ruth snatched up Day of the back door toward By'the lightning she saw toward the road which gulch. The bottle glinted Continued Next." Southern California's avocado crop now appears imimately 10 percent larger than the 1933 season which owed 30, according to an ext vey just completed by a department of the Los Angeles of commerce. The new season's value "late" in maturing, as well as the past season. Dickshins will predominate luket offerings, with scatt off-blooms and of misc ties. little walk, an' he take two steps, an' fall flat on his face! That's how it hits you. Ruth eyed the half-filled bottle and wondered when Ann had begun. "I—I don't think I want any right now—later." Ann's great fist crashed on the table. "Yuh ast fer a drink, go ahead!" Ain't I fittn' company fer yuh?" she snarled. Ruth slowly poured some of the liquor in her cup. At that moment the room went vivid with lightning and the very earth leaped with the detonation of thunder. "Ann!" cried the girl, "how about Sugarfoot?" The giants got to her feet deeply concerned. "Pore Itt. Sugarfoot—pore little lamb," She wont out of the room muttering colorfully. Ruth hid the bottle behind the kitchen door and going into the sitting room lit the lamp. The rain beating against the window was running under the sill and down the wall. Ruth could think of nothing better to do, so she and David began stuffing paper in the crack. They turned at a low laugh and saw the giants filling the doorway; her head bent forward so as not to bump the lintel. "You couldn't guess," she whispered, coming into the room, "he's done crawled in mammy's bed an' shut his little eyes. He ain't gettin' in no storm!" Ruth smiled and looking about, picked up an ore specimen. "Where'd they get this, Ann?" "Huh? I doin know — been here longer'n what I have—" Her eyes fell on the aquil bow hanging above the shelf. "There's a weapon for yuh!" With Ballroom Code Miss Ann Metzger, of New York, winner of five first prize beauty contests in 8 weeks has been selected by New York Ballroom Ass'n., to present the NRA ballroom code to Gen. Johnson. Research at Sea In Swift Progress More Work Done In Past Six Months Than In Any Similar Period of Institution More work has been done at sea in the past six months by the Scripps Institution of Oceanography than during any similar interval in the history of the institution. This statement was made by Director T. Wayland Vaughan in announcing results of research undertaken since February 1. On February 27, R. H. Fleming, one of the research assistants at the institution left San Diego on the U.S.S. Planned Era Will Supplant Old Order Principles Prove More Important Than Names as Word "Socialistic" Frowned Upon Principles are more important than names or slogans. Years ago, the word socialism was spoken only in whispers, and mentioned only in dark corners. The other day, the attorney general of the United States came out boldly in defence of what some have termed "socialistic tendencies of the federal government." Said the attorney general in substance, "Pifle. There's nothing to be afraid of. Why fear the word socialistic? Times have changed. What was red yesterday, is mild-pink today, and lily white tomorrow. It's the principle that counts; not the name under which it goes." In it the attorney general referred to the various projects launched by the Roosevelt administration, through the National Industrial Recovery Act, the Agricultural Adjustment Administration, the huge public works program, and all the other remedial measures, to bring order out of chaos. In effect, what the federal government is trying to do is to institute a scientific system of planning for the United States. That's it in a nut shell. These days, society consists of more than individuals. It is made up of groups to which individuals belong largely on the basis of their economic position or status. All are producers no matter how or what they produce if, what they do, contributes to society's welfare. Thus, educators are producers. Employers as well as employees are producers. So are writers, artists, physicians, dentists, lawyers, merchants, bankers, as well as laborers, farmers, farm hands, manufacturers, distributors, and all the rest. Now then, what the New Deal is attempting to do is to effect such a co- and saw the giantess filling the doorway; her head bent forward so as not to bump the lintel. "You couldn't guess," she whispered, coming into the room, "he's done crawled in mammy's bed an' shut his little eyes. He ain't gettin' in no storm!" Ruth smiled and looking about, picked up an ore specimen. "Where'd they get this, Ann?" "Huh? I doin know — been here longer'n what I have—" Her eyes fell on the aquil bow hanging above the shelf. "There's a weapon for yuh!" She snatched down the bow. "Gawd! them films men — I seen two of 'em trying this bow—couldn't hardly bend it, they couldn't—an' as fer shootin'! Hell—ain't no man here 'bouts can draw arrow to this bow. Look at me!" She jerked an arrow from the squiver and placing it on the string drew it slowly, easily back. The tough wood creaked and the slnews of her great wrist stood out like rods as the long ironwood头 of the arrow came to the hand on the bow. For a moment she held it so, and her eyes sought Ruth's in satisfaction. She swerved slightly, the string twanged like a taut wire and the three-foot arrow, with a hiss and a click, passed through the panel of the kitchen door and stopped with a thud somewhere beyond. For a moment there came into Ann's face a look of soberness; as though half ashamed, she hung the bow back on the wall. But as she was lowering her arms she paused, took an uncertain step, and turning, slouched heavily against the wall. Ruth hugged David closer. Ann's head drooped upon her breast; her eyes were closed. Slowly they opened and the face turned into the face of an uncontrollable beast. The bright, unintelligent eyes focused upon Ruth's face, the lower lip, Period of Institution More work has been done at sea in the past six months by the Scripps Institution of Oceanography than during any similar interval in the history of the institution. This statement was made by Director T. Wayland Vaughan in announcing results of research undertaken since February 1. On February 27, R. H. Fleming, one of the research assistants at the institution, left San Diego on the U.S. S. Chaumont and arrived at Balboa on March 8. On the Chaumont between San Diego and Balboa he collected 23 samples of water and plankton and he kept records of sea-surface temperatures. He joined the U.S. Naval vessel Hannibal on March 9 and worked with that vessel until May 31. While on the Hannibal 86 stations were occupied in the Gulf of Panama, and 42 stations off the coast of Costa Rica and Panama. Twenty-six of the stations were in water deeper than 1,000 meters. While engaged in this work, Fleming collected about 1,000 samples of sea water for subsequent study in the laboratory. While on the Hannibal he made about 600 determinations of the amount of oxygen dissolved in sea water. He also made some determinations of phosphate, silica and nitrite. On June 1 he left Balboa on the U.S. S. Portland and arrived in San Diego on June 10. On the return journey Fleming collected 15 samples of water and plankton and he kept records of sea-surface temperatures. On July 7 Roger Revelle, another one of the research assistants at the Scripps Institution, went to Long Beach to join the U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey steamer Pioneer aboard which he worked from July 10 to July 20, returning to La Jolla on the later date. While on the Pioneer, five stations, the outermost of which was about 100 miles from shore, were made in water ranging in depth from 1,000 to nearly 4,000 meters. Temperatures below the surface of the water were observed at rather close depth intervals, and water samples were collected for use in calculating the relative movement of the waters below the surface. Water samples were also collected for the determination of oxygen and other substances in solution, and a special study was made of the vertical distributions of the plankton organisms with reference to a layer, at a depth of about 800 to 1,000 meters, in which there is very little or no oxygen. The data and collections made by Fleming and Revelle were so extensive that it will take months to work them up and prepare the results for publication groups to which individuals belong largely on the basis of their economic position or status. All are producers no matter how or what they produce if, what they do, contributes to society's welfare. Thus, educators are producers. Employers as well as employees are producers. So are writers, artists, physicians, dentists, lawyers, merchants, bankers, as well as laborers, farmers, farm hands, manufacturers, distributors, and all the rest. Now then, what New Deal is attempting to do is to effect such a coordination of all groups, and all individuals within groups; as to make for the greatest amount of stability in terms of production and consumption. To create that stability and translate it into prosperity, however the word may be used relatively means that what is produced must be consumed. To consume all that is produced or is capable of being produced means that those who produce, no matter what their product is, shall have the opportunity of consuming. That brings us right around the circle and back to purchasing power. You can't get away from it. Given that purchasing power, most of our economic problems will vanish. One thing must be emphasized at this point. And that is, that this purchasing power must be representative of real production and must not be the result of doles, subsidies, charity or anything which is unproductive. Sooner or later, means will be developed for speeding up production, and at the same time, means will be developed for consuming all that is produced. As one Washington economist said, "All these years we have been concentrating on stimulating production. Now, we must concentrate on stimulating demand or consumption." We are beginning to think less in terms of ourselves as individuals and more in terms of what is best for society as a whole. A year ago we were extolling rugged individualism. Today we are planning for social coordination. That's how fast time moves. California Lions Depression Victims The depression also has hit at California's famed mountain lions! Department of Resources Director Dan H. Blood reported 23 lion hides sent in for the bounty—$30 for females and $20 for males—during August. The average for the month is about a dozen. Blood reported 195 killed this year, or 25 more than the average for the preceding five years, and that despite the reports of hunters that the lion population has been decreasing in California. The department of natural resources officials estimate each lion killed represents a saving of 50 or more deer year- "Yuh ast fer a drink, go ahead! Ain't I fitln' company yeh!" Snarled Ann. hanging away from the teeth, twitched. then formed words, "What's th' time?" Ruth glanced at the clock. "It says six-twenty." "Great Gawd!" Ann sprang to her full height. "Why didn't yuh say when it was six o'clock? I'm late!" With a bound, Ann reached the front door and disappeared into the roaring storm. Ruth snatched up David and ran out of the back door toward the old adobe. By 'the lightning she saw Ann running toward the road which led into the gulch. The bottle glinted in her hand. Continued Next Week See Better Avocado Crop and Market Southern California's coming calavovacado crop now appears to be approximately 10 percent larger than that of the 1933 season which ended September 30, according to an extensive crop survey just completed by the agricultural department of the Los Angeles chamber of commerce. The new season's varieties will be "late" in maturing, as were varieties in the past season. Dickinsons and thinshins will predominate in October's market offerings, with scattered offerings of off-blooms and of miscellaneous varieties. Why Hospitals Use a Liquid Laxative Hospitals and doctors have always used liquid laxatives. And the public is fast returning to laxatives in liquid form. Do you know the reasons? The dose of a liquid laxative can be measured. The action can be controlled. It forms no habit; you need not take a "double dose" a day or two later. Nor will a mild liquid laxative irritate the kidneys. The right liquid laxative brings a perfect movement, and there is no discomfort at the time, or after. The wrong cathartic may keep you constipated as long as you keep on using it! And the habitual use of irritating salts, or of powerful drugs in the highly concentrated form of pills and tablets may prove injurious. A week with a properly prepared liquid laxative like Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin will tell you a lot. A few weeks' time, and your bowels can be "as regular as clockwork." Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is an approved liquid laxative which all druggists keep ready for use. It makes an ideal family laxative; effective for all ages, and may be given the youngest child. Member N. R. A. The Family Doctor by JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. DEPRESSION'S TOLL There is no doubt that the terrible stringency of "times" in the last five years has borne—is yet bearing its deadly fruit. We doctors know. We who watch over the welfare of so many human beings. This week a young man—of thirty-five—came to consult me...a case of complete breakdown. Of such a severity that one practitioner believed he had "T. B." in a hip-joint. Could not even think of doing any work—had just left his bed, when his relatives brought him to see me. History of almost working night and day, to make a living with something besides if possible...toil—toil—all day—late and early hours, bolting meals to save time...some years of the grind—then a lift on a heavy object—a "snap" of something in the back—down and out! Each time a rest in bed and suitable treatment got him up and around—immediate return of strenuous duty—a limotype worker in a rural newspaper office—bending over the machine—strain on the eyes—nerves—digestive apparatus—elimination arrested—another "knockout" from a slight lift—to bed again...a series of rounds. Tuberculosis of the hip? No Germs? O, the hunt for them! ! The entire set of thirty-two teeth were extracted—but it didn't help the trouble that was ALI. BELOW THE WAIST-LINE...He has a new and very perfect set of store teeth—and the same old sciatic neuritis! He has lost thirty pounds in weight; do you wonder? He is, as he says, "mighty near to a skeleton." Nothing about him is normal. Must we hint of tuberculosis or cancer? No. Here is a young man worn out and broken down by hard work—a diffuse neuritis is coming—HE MUST REST FIRST. He has gained two pounds in weight. I note this morning. He will recover with rest and diet. THE GAZETTE FOR GOOD JOB PRINTING A.B.C. 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