anaheim-gazette 1935-10-10

ANAHEIM GAZETTE MRS. HENRY KUCHEL THEODORE B. KUCHEL Editors and Publishers ESTABLISHED 1870 ISSUED EVERY THURSDAY SUBSCRIPTION PER YEAR ... $2.00 SIX MONTHS ... $1.00 Entered at the Anaheim, California Postoffice as second-class matter. OUR HERITAGE AND OUR FUTURE One morning in October, sixty-five years ago, the first edition of a new newspaper—the second to be established in all of Southern California—greeted the people of Anaheim, from its offices near the center of town. Not the least of the labors there performed in the publishing of it, became the lot of a lad not yet in his teens, the son of a pioneer. During the days immediately preceding, he worked among the few cases of type, and with the hand-press; and then, with the edition run off, he delivered the several copies to the residents of the town. Grown to manhood, he became, for two years short of a half century, the owner and editor of this newspaper, which before, as a boy, he had taken part in establishing. Henry Kuchel put his life into his newspaper; and the Gazette, in turn, has ever made the welfare of this city its own. And neither Henry Kuchel, nor the Gazette failed in those purposes. The Gazette, at sixty-five, enjoys a widespread reputation as a clean, live, sound, and solid periodical, and one which, every week, is more widely read. That reputation is the result of its long years of service to this city, and surrounding country: years in which many others have entered the newspaper field here, remained for a while, and then drifted away. It is a reputation which, upon its birthday, it again resolves ever to try to merit. Since the seventies, people have come to this city and county, for the most part, because they desired permanently to establish their homes here. Now, as then, the Gazette is interested in serving them; in bringing them the news of their own section; in doing its mite towards making life and living here better as the years pass by; and in making it the reader's own newspaper, an indispensable part of his home. A pioneer of pioneers, taking pride in its heritage, and in its present labors, the Gazette turns to another year, to newspaper field here, remained for a while, and then drifted away. It is a reputation which, upon its birthday, it again resolves ever to try to merit. Since the seventies, people have come to this city and county, for the most part, because they desired permanently to establish their homes here. Now, as then, the Gazette is interested in serving them; in bringing them the news of their own section; in doing its mite towards making life and living here better as the years pass by; and in making it the reader's own newspaper, an indispensable part of his home. A pioneer of pioneers, taking pride in its heritage, and in its present labors, the Gazette turns to another year, to another volume each replete with opportunity, both presaging success and achievement. AFTER 65 YEARS It is so seldom that one sees or hears anything of a business that has survived the rigors and hardships of nearly a Biblical lifetime that to pick something from the clear sky and tell the good readers of this paper how we feel on this Anniversary is nearly an impossibility. We have during the past few days received the plaudits of a host of friends, we know they are friends because of the sincerity with which they extended congratulations, and it brings home, more than ever, the responsibility we have in continuing the work so nobly started and carried in by our ancestor and predecessors. To say that we plan to carry on is but repeating the obvious, but we'll add that we intend to carry on with all the progressiveness that Anaheim and its contingent territory will permit. As we enter our 66th year it is with determination of fair dealing in all matters controversial, producing a good, readable, newsy home newspaper. We want the Gazette to be "your" Gazette. With that we'll just say "thanks" to our many friends, and we'll carry on in a manner that will prove your well wishes. WELCOME ODD FELLOWS We Greet you Ladies! We Salute you Patriarchs! Welcome All Odd Fellows! You are here as the guests of the City of Anaheim and we sincerely hope that your stay here so far and for the balance of the week may be as pleasant as the citizens of this city certainly hope it is. May you, while shaping the destinies of your noble order, reap the full benefit of Anaheim hospitality and take home with you many pleasant memories of the hours spent in our midst. The Anaheim Gazette feels signally honored that you are here to help us observe our 65th Anniversary and may we state that just 25 years ago the Gazette had the privilege and honor of also welcoming you to our midst. Might we add that it is our sincere wish that 25 years hence, or before, we again hope to have that same privilege. Again we say, we add our humble, Welcome to Anaheim. IT CAN'T BE JEALOUSY, OR CAN IT? The Anaheim Gazette feels signally honored that you are here to help us observe our 65th Anniversary and may we state that just 25 years ago the Gazette had the privilege and honor of also welcoming you to our midst. Might we add that it is our sincere wish that 25 years hence, or before, we again hope to have that same privilege. Again we say, we add our humble, Welcome to Anaheim. IT CAN'T BE JEALOUSY, OR CAN IT? Word has come to us recently that an attempt is being made to start a recall election against one of the officials of the county in which no definite accusation is carried. However, there seems a persistent rumor that petitions are being passed with promises being made which are NOT part of the petition which, as we understand merely carries the charge of incompetence. The point at issue is that the petition-carriers are making certain promises that in the face of fact are an impossibility and believed to be a deliberate misrepresentation. There is a law that covers this particular angle of gaining an end under subterfuge. For the benefit of the voters, we quote from the statutes: SECTION 64 B—Penal Code, State of California: MISREPRESENTATION IN SECURING SIGNERS TO PETITIONS PROHIBITED. FALSE STATEMENTS UNLAWFUL. PETITIONS CONTAINING FALSE SIGNAUTURES NOT TO BE FILED, etc. PENALTY. 1. It shall be unlawful for any person circulating, as principal or agent, or having charge or control of the circulation of, or obtaining signatures to, any petition authorized or provided for by the constitution or laws of the State of California regulating the initiative, referendum or recall to misrepresent or make any false statement concerning the contents, purport or effect of any such petition to any person who signs, or who desires to sign, or who is requested to sign, or who makes inquiries with reference to any such petition, or to whom any such petition is presented for his or her signature. It would be well for those approached to sign a petition of any type that would call for an election and thereby increase in the cost of government, which after all is an increase in taxation, to close it contains all the information and then if there are SUCH PROMISES COME STATUTES. It should not be difficult nor should it be difficult to it exists, BUT IT SHOULD EXPENSIVE ELECTION your pocketbook you taxpayer part of an additional and investigation of “promises” The Newspaper Guy I see a man push his way through the lines Of cops where the work of the "fire fiend shines." "The chief?" I inquire—but the fireman replies, "Gee, no. That's one of those newspaper guys." I see a man start on the trail of a crook And he scorns the police, but brings him to book. "Sherlock Holmes?" I inquire. Someone scornfully cries: "Sherlock H——. No: he's one of those newspaper guys." I see a man sit in the seat of the great, And they ask his advice upon matters of state. "A diplomat, surely." But to my surprise They tell me "he's one of those newspaper guys." And some day I'll stand by the gates of gold, And see a man pass through unquestioned and bold. "A saint?" I'll ask, and Saint Peter'll reply "No, he's only a plain, honest newspaper guy." "A diplomat, surely." But to my surprise They tell me "he's one of those newspaper guys." And some day I'll stand by the gates of gold, And see a man pass through unquestioned and bold. "A saint?" I'll ask, and Saint Peter'll reply "No, he's only a plain, honest newspaper guy." AUTHOR UNKNOWN THE FARMER'S CORNER By RALPH H. TAYLOR Executive Secretary Agricultural Counell of California or quirks of the economic ism — and its equally unstable aftermath, the postsion period — may wipe out nia's state deficit, variously used at from $50,000,000 to 1,000, without any requireor new taxation! In the scheduled special tax of the State Legislature, if held at all, probably will not led until after the May central primary next year. At any rate, are the preses of many of the state's less leaders, based on a sharp in state income from norources and on a downward in value of the dollar. The end of the fiscal year June, according to the exwho keep an eye on state for business and industrial ins, it is quite probable that american dollar will be worth 50 cents — causing a similar off in both public and pribests! State revenues, already far ahead of official estiof last year, may increase an extent that the general deficit will fade away to a where normal income could expected to take up the slack course of the biennium. last year by both Controller Riley and Finance Director Stockburger have been demonstrated to be exceedingly low to actual income returns since that period. Department of Finance estimates of income from the sales tax for the first quarter of 1935. for example, placed the total at $13.750,000. Actual returns totaled $14.704,000! For the second quarter, the Department of Finance anticipated sales tax revenues of $14.200,000. Actual returns, with some precincts yet to be heard from, total $16.725,000! Based on these discrepancies, financial wizards who keep tab on affairs for both big and little taxpayers, state that it is quite possible sales tax revenues for the biennium will run from $20,000,-000 to $25,000,000 in excess of estimates. They emphasize in these calculations that "the Christmas quarter", which always goes over the top, is yet to be heard from, and that the business curve is still sharply upward, indicating still further gains in state revenues. Influencing Governor Merriam in his desire to postpone the special session from January until next April or May—if he cannot eliminate it entirely—are many OBSERVATIONS KEPT THE HOME FIRES BURNING Upon the death of a man who favored share-the-wealth plan it was reported that he left an estate valued all the way between three million and five million dollars with no donations visible to the naked-eye for the fellow down 'under'. IN UNION THERE IS STRENGTH Leaders of the republican and democratic parties who stand for a safe and sound government and the perpetuation of the constitution, should form a coalition, and elect men to high office so that nation may carry on and endure. The fallacy of those new deals is widely apparent, and should be curbed. The orgy of spending public money to attempt to relieve the economic condition must stop. The principle of the two major parties are very similar and a union of those interests would resound to the good of all the people. GOOD AT THE WHEEL If they have four billion and a half of potatoes in the jackpot and don't know what to do with them, why not chop them up in prizes and get out all the used cars and have a relay race across the continent? Windy said soothing what's the matter? Yet blin' like a leaf." She tore away from "It's those people in this Her voice cracked and tears followed her words explainable tears of strung neurotic. "They about my act. They'ting a figure . . . in tight Windy eyed her spay "If I didn't know better you've been talkin' to me." Well, what if I have ter's the only one that me." Windy sighed. "Then again." He was not only disappointed. Cora had left the Stubby when Hastings lingered in. "Say Windy, Cora's be a kite again. She walked out taking her bows. "Well, Dan," Windy eatingly. "We just along with Cora. She'll again." Then just angling him. "But that interfere... the plague on two kicked at a chair disl... If only I didn't hafa! and listen to her jaw! Hastings cleared his gestively. "I can fix to got business to attend "Huh?" "Your new contract object if it's business over to The Happy He Have a little stag party Windy moistened him though to speak. The of the evening ahead tha's acid countenance fore him. Slowly assent. A little later Windy warily into Cora's dreg greeting Martha with heartiness. The austere merely nodded curtly. Then he went to the corner. Stubby promptly said not asleep." Windy ran his finger the tousled curly hair, go to sleep Stub, wipe Pop tuckin' you in, do Stubby nodded and to his father's ear. "story," he said slyly. "An' tellin' you a bee Sure." Windy held out Scrambling to his feet into in taxation, to closely scan the petition, ascertain if gains all the information that should be in such a document and then if there are certain promises to find out IF PROMISES COME WITHIN THE SCOPE OF THE JUTES. Should not be difficult to prove incompetency, if it exists, should it be difficult to prove malfeasance of office where its BUT IT SHOULD BE PROVEN BEFORE AN INSIVE ELECTION IS DEMANDED. Look well to pocketbook you taxpayers, before signing up to be if an additional and useless expense. Also a littleigation of "promises" might not be amiss. GOOD AT THE WHEEL If they have four billion and a half of potatoes in the jackpot and don't know what to do with them, why not chop them up in prizes and get out all the used cars and have a relay race across the continent four ways, and get some fun out of it. That would solve the unemployment for a while, and many of the old flivvers would bring home some of the bacon. Honk! Konk! REACHING UP INTO THE AIR In a southern state where they are carrying on, a fiery orator held his audience spell bound while he extolled the Share-the-Wealth Plan. As he finished his address he asked his hearers to raise their hands. Up went the hands. Higher, said the speaker. And the hands went up higher. In all probability they were reaching up for the other fellow's wealth, the speaker was talking about. GET BACK TO THE LAND! People will start a town and work and worry to get 10,000 population. Then they will fuss and fume until they make it 100,-000. Not satisfied they continue to work and worry and make it a city of one million. Then comes unemployment, because city folks cannot get anywhere. Just scratching each other's backs. They should go ont and scratch the surface of the earth and produce something. Stubby promptly said not asleep." Windy ran his finger the tousled curly hair, go to sleep Stub, wipe Pop tuckin' you in, do Stubby nodded and did to his father's ear. "story," he said slyly. An't tellin' you a best Sure. Windy held out Scrambling to his feet climbed into them. The gently lowered into those with the blankets tuck around. Cora watched them jive Windy proceeded with time story and Stubb with rapt attention. "Are you going to let that stag party?" Mama Cora with audible sarca I thought you told me signing on again." Now don't go stag again," Windy said. "matter with the Circus, make good money and get more. Besides, what I do?" Martha looked at her deadly contempt. "You That's all you can do O'Shaughnessy. Why, fit for decent people to with." She turned to "Can't you see Cora, we be if you spend another him? Do you want you be like him . . . a filth . . ." Windy's eyes gleamed "Stop it," he shouted. shot out. Then it drooped and with the call boy's he stepped out of the eyes downcast, his head dejectedly. A few hours later at O'SHAUGNESSY'S BOY THE HOOP OF FIRE Chapter One A huge banner lettered, "Hastine's Greater Circus" unfurled itself in jolly welcome over the heads of the jostling throng. Posters everywhere tantalizing, suggested the delights that awaited in the big tent. Captain O'Shaughnessy, world famous animal trainer (or Windy as he was more familiarly known) lounged in a packing case in the menagerie tent, his broad good-humored face creased in a beaming smile as he watched his four-year-old son, Stubby. "Make him do it, Pop," the chubby little boy said, tears of chagrin in his eyes, as the lion cub ambled disdainfully away from the tiny training whip. Windy squatted down on his haunches. "Trainin' him your job, kid," he said solemnly, while his eyes devoured the child's face adoringly. "Now, don't you want' be a big animal trainer when you grow up?" "Uh-huh. Like you." "What are you doing to him?" Cora, Windy's wife, was shrilling from the doorway. "Why, he's all right. Honey." Windy said soothingly. "But what's the matter? You're trembling like a leaf." She tore away from his arm. "It's those people in there . . ." Her voice cracked and a flood of tears followed her words, the unexplainable tears of a highly strung neurotic. "They don't care about my act. They're applauding a figure . . . in tights." Windy eyed her speculatively. "If I didn't know better I'd swear Hour Tavern, he was the center of an admiring and somewhat drunken group. He was explaining his new circus stunt. He would have a tiger riding an elephant and send them both through a large steel hoop tied in kerosene-soaked cotton waste which would be set alire. Everyone was dubious, including Hastings. It was a difficult feat to hope to do for neither tigers nor elephants liked fire. "Scared as they is of fire," Windy said; "they's more scared of me." He placed his signature on the contract. "And you know what that five grand bonus is for? That's for Stubby, for the best schools in the country . . . and then college if he wants to." . . Windy opened his eyes to the morning light in the menagerie tent, the ebony-faced Jeff, one of the porters, grinning over him. He snorted disgustedly as he remembered the drunken party with its all night revellers. "Does my . . . does Mrs. O'Shaughnessy know that I'm . . . has she been around?" "Nobody's been heah." Windy heaved a relieved sigh. Then he went to his dressing-room, pausing for a moment at the door to brace himself. But as it swung open he jerked back. The room was bleakly empty. He began to experience a dawning apprehension. Fearfully, he opened the makeshift closets. Only his own clothes were on the hooks. Then, with a strangled cry he picked up Cora's wedding ring, lying mute on the pillows. Hastings stared as he burst wildly into his office. "Where's Cora? She and the kid are gone and so are their "That explains it. The cashier just sent me his coucher. Martha drew out all your dough." "Then she's . . . she's skipped," Windy was saying heartily. He moaned like a man in delirium. "Martha made her do it!" His voice rose. "They took Stubby. I gotta' find them. I gotta' find my kid!" "Listen boy," Hastings said, "you can't just go lookin'. I'll put detectives on 'em. It's the only sensible thing to do, Windy, Sure it is . . ." . . Weeks had passed and Hastings was sitting at his desk one day, worried and harrassed, regarding the detective who was making his report. The search had been in vain and no trace of Cora or Stubby could be found. Hastings nodded gloomily. "Don't know what I'll tell O'Shaughnessy. He's pretty near off his nut." He rose. "Well, stick to it. Put more men on if necessary." He entered Windy's dressing room to find him lying on the bed, staring somberly at the ceiling. There was a five day's growth of beard on his face and his eyes were rimmed with red. He stirred. "Any news?" "Well yeah, sort of," Hastings lied staunchly. "Thinks they'll have a line on 'em soon." Windy staggered heavily to his feet. "Look boy, if you're feelin' bum, a little hangover or somethin', we won't have to rehearse the Fire Trick today." Windy shook his head wearily. "I ain't been drinkin'. I lay awake nights thin' . . maybe I've lost him for good." A violent shudder passed over him. Windy said soothingly. "But what's the matter? You're tremblin' like a leaf." She tore away from his arm. "It's those people in there . . ." Her voice cracked and a flood of tears followed her words, the unexplainable tears of a highly strung neurotic. "They don't care about my act. They're applauding a figure . . . in tights." Windy eyed her speculatively. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you've been talkin' to Martha." "Well, what if I have? My sister's the only one that cares about me." Windy sighed. "Then she is here again." He was not reproachful, only disappointed. Cora had left the tent with Stubby when Hastings came bustling in. "Say Windy, Cora's higher than a kite again. She walked off without taking her bows. "Well, Dan," Windy began placatingly. "We just gotta' play along with Cora. She'll be all right again." Then just anger flared in him. "But that interfering sister ... the plague on two legs." He kicked at a chair disconsolately. "If only I didn't hafta' sit around and listen to her jawin' tonight." Hastings cleared his throat suggestively. "I can fix tonight. We got business to attend to." "Huh?" "Your new contract. They can't object if it's business. We'll go over to The Happy Hour Tavern. Have a little stag party." Windy moistened his lips as though to speak. Then a picture of the evening ahead with Martha's acid countenance rose before him. Slowly he nodded assent. A little later Windy stepped warily into Cora's dressing-room, greeting Martha with forced heartiness. The austere spinster merely nodded curly. Then he went to the crib in the corner. Stubby promptly sat up. "I'm not asleep." Windy ran his fingers through the tousled curly hair. "You don't go to sleep Stub, without your Pop tuckin' you in, do you?" Stubby nodded and put his lips to his father's ear. "N tellin' a story," he said slyly. "An tellin' you a bedtime story. Sure." Windy held out his arms. Scrambling to his feet Stubby climbed into them. Then he was But as it swung open he jerked back. The room was bleakly empty. He began to experience a dawning apprehension. Fearfully, he opened the makeshift closets. Only his own clothes were on the hooks. Then, with a strangled cry he picked up Cora's wedding ring, tying mute on the pillows. Hastings stared as he burst wildly into his office. "Where's Cora? She and the kid are gone and so are their clothes!" Hastings compressed his lips. HISTORY OF ANAHEIM Officially Recorded In Minutes of Anaheim Water Company, Which Are Copyrighted, 1932, by Anaheim Gazette, and Printed In Weekly Installments Town Hall, December 3, 1861. The Board of Directors met in regular weedy session. Present, a full Board. The minutes of the meeting held on November 26th were read and approved. A letter from C. C. Miller was read, giving estimate of costs for ditch reservoir. The letter was ordered placed on file. The advisability of securing additional ground from Mr. K. Kraemer, for reservoir purposes, was discussed and the President appointed Messrs. Korn, Zeyn and Hartung a committee to interview Mr. Kraemer, and endeavor to secure the land indicated in Mr. Miller's letter. A complaint was made by Mr. H. Werder in regard to the condition of the water gates near his lot. Mr. Zeyn, acting zanjero, was instructed to attend to the matter. Warrants were drawn for the following bills: C. Langenberger, bill No. 129, $29.05; A. Langenberger, bill No. 130, $634.08; J. Bennerscheidt, bill No. 131, $68.53; C. E. Leonard, bill No. 132, $250.28; Bundy & McFadden, bill No. 133, $18.50; Mrs. C. Yocum, bill No. 134, $79.16; R. Melrose, bill No. 135, $46.31; Bank of Anaheim, bill No. 136, $2.23; F.A.Gates, bill No. 137, $13.20; J.Helmsen, bill No. 138, $7.40; F.W.Tyler, bill No. 139, $12.50; H.Knapke, bill No. 140, $50.00; F.Hartung, bill No. 141, $50.00; Time checks Nos 88, 89, 90, 95, 99, 100, 102, 106, 108, 109, 110, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 119, 120, 121, 149, $8.94; T.L.Gannon, bill 150,$3.00; F.E.J.Backs,bill 151,$50; P.Yorba,bill 152,$36.00; J.B.Pierce,bill 153,$1.00; A.E White,bill 154,$15.22; C.Langenberger,bill 155,$5.88; Thos.H.Smith,bill 156,$15.00; E.Barr,bill 157,$14.60; J.D.Steine,bill 158,$75.00; T.Lynill,bill 159,$10.00; George C.Hall,bill 160,$15.00; Mrs.T.Scully,bill 161,$25.00; George Schirm,bill 162,$88.50; J.P.Zyen,bill 163,$76.47; Time checks,Total$4009.06. The president appointed Messrs.Hartung, Korn,Barr,andZeyn a committee to determine upon the sum which ought to be awarded to Messrs.Dreyfus and Melrose for the right of way through the land owned by those gentlemen,and which is transversed by the new ditch. It was deemed advisable to engage a force of Chinamen to clean the company's ditches,and Mr.Zeyn was authorized to engage the gang recently discharged from the new ditch. The propriety of selling water stock for land in Orangethorpe District,the water to be sent through the Farmers' Ditchwas discussed at the request of Mr.Hight,但the Board deemed it unadvisable to sell stock for such land at the present time. Messrs,Porter and Schulte Representatives of the Farmers' Ditchassociation,s asked the Board to fix a rate for the water furnished to them。它 was resolved to charge the Association $4.50 for 24 hours run of water。 Stubby promptly sat up. "I'm not asleep." Windy ran his fingers through the tousled curly hair. "You don't go to sleep Stub, without your Pop tuckin' you in, do you?" Stubby nodded and put his lips to his father's ear. "'N tellin' a story," he said slyly. "An't tellin' you a bedtime story. Sure." Windy held out his arms. Scrambling to his feet Stubby climbed into them. Then he was gently lowered into the crib again with the blankets tucked in all around. Cora watched them jealously as Windy proceeded with the bedtime story and Stubby listened with rapt attention. "Are you going to let him go to that stag party?" Martha asked Cora with audible sarcasm. "And I thought you told me he wasn't signing on again." "Now don't go startin' that again," Windy said. "What's the matter with the Circus, Martha? I make good money and I'm gonna get more. Besides, what else could I do?" Martha looked at him with deadly contempt. "You're right. That's all you can do, Michael O'Shaughnessy. Why, you're not fit for decent people to associate with." She turned her back. "Can't you see Cora, what you'll be if you spend another year with him? Do you want your son to be like him . . . a filthy drunken..." Windy's eyes gleamed insanely. "Stop it," he shouted. His hand shot out. Then it dropped back and with the call boy's summons he stepped out of the tent, his eyes downcast, his head hanging dejectedly. A few hours later at The Happy C. E. Leonard, bill No. 132, $250.23; Bundy & McFadden, bill No. 133, $18.50; Mrs. C. Yocum, bill No. 134, $79.16; R. Melrose, bill No. 135, $46.31; Bank of Anaheim, bill No. 136, $2.23; F. A. Gates, bill No. 137, $13.20; J. Helmsen, bill No. 138, $7.40; F. W. Tyler, bill No. 139, $12.50; H. Knapke, bill No. 140, $50.00; F. Hartung, bill No. 141, $50.00; Time checks Nos 88, 89, 90, 95, 99, 100, 102, 106, 108, 109, 110, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 133, 134, $486.55; Total $1747.49. The receipts of the meeting were: on account of 16th assessment $26.00; Sale of water, $9.50; Total $35.50. Adjourned. R. Melrose, Secretary. Town Hall, December 10, 1881. The Board of Directors met in regular session. Present, Messrs. Dreyfus, Hartung, and Melrose. Absent, Messrs. Barr and Korn. The minutes of the meeting held on Dec. 3rd were read and approved, after which the meeting adjourned. R. Melrose, Secretary. Town Hall, December 17, 1881. The Board of Directors met in regular session. Present a full Board. The minutes of the meeting held on December 10th were read and approved. Warrants were ordered drawn in payment of the following bills: Goodman Rimpau, Bill No. 142, $38.80; Jim You, bill 143, $7.70; A. Smith & Co., bill 144, $239.50; Sin Si Man, bill 145, $1587.50; F.J.J. Schmidt, bill 146, $66.66; T.F.Hinde, bill 147, $1.50; J. Helmsen, bill 148, $2.60; J.A.Stough, bill District, the water to be sent through the Farmers' Ditch, was discussed at the request of Mr.Haight, but the Board deemed it unadvisable to sell stock for such land at the present time. Messrs.Porter and Schulte, representatives of the Farmers' Ditch association, asked the Board to fix a rate for the water furnished to them. It was resolved to charge the Association $4.50 for 24 hours run of water. Mr.Korn offered the following motion: That an assessment of four dollars ($4.00) per share on the Capital Stock of the Company be and the same is levied, payable on or before January 25th, 1882,and the stock upon which said assessment is not paid upon the said date to be considered delinquent and advertised to be sold on February 18th, 1882,to pay delinquent assessment,cost of advertising and expense of sale.The motion was seconded by Mr.Hartung and adopted by the following vote: Ayes—Messrs.Korn,Hartung,Barr and Melrose，Noes none. Mr.Zeyn.of the committee appointed to interview Mr.Kraemer in regard to granting additional land for reservoir purposes.reported that he had spoken to Mr.Kramer,and that he had not doubt that the gentleman would give the desired land under certain conditions.The committee would probably be able to report more fully on next Saturday. The receipts of the meeting were: On account of 16th assessment,$122.00; On account of 14th assessment (note of R.W.Bras)$32.40; On interest on above note$4.00; Sale of water,$16.50; total$174.90. Adjourned. R.MelroseSecretary.