anaheim-gazette 1935-10-31

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. OUT OF THE EXPERIMENTAL STAGE The farm cooperatives have passed out of the experimental stage. They have become as essential to modern agriculture as the plow. They have demonstrated that only through cooperation can supply be adjusted to demand—that only through cooperation can the farmer obtain a fairer share of the final selling price of what he produces—that only through cooperation can scientific farming be extended to millions of farms, making smaller acreage produce better, more profitable crops. The establishment of the first cooperative marked one of the greatest days since the dawn of farm history—though few realized it at the time. The cooperative ideal is the most dominant characteristic of farm activity today. FOOTBALL AND FALL TRAFFIC Do you know what is the most dangerous driving period of the year? The statistical truth is that we are now in that part of the year which is most fraught with peril to the motorist and the pedestrian. October is usually the worst of the twelve months, the National Bureau of Casualty and Surety Underwriters reminds us, and November comes next. The last three months of the year are the most dangerous quarter season. The reasons for this intensification of danger are to be found in the combination of a false sense of security and the increased hazards of natural conditions. The days grow shorter. Nightfall, notorious for its accident possibilities, gradually produces yearly peaks between 5 and 9 P.M. The weather is often crisp, bracing, ideal for driving, and the roads are crowded—always an important element in accident frequency. Chapter One "Would you care for some Miss Kay?" Grove, the Bentley butler, stood primly at attention. "Tea?" Kay, golden of skin and tawny of hair, was languidly draped over the rail of the gleaming white yacht that stood at anchor near the Isle of Naxos off the Greecia coast. "Tea?" she asked again vaguely then swung around and glared. "Is it tea time already? It seems like only six weeks since lunch. And now in about three years we'll have dinner." Repressed sentiment was in her voice. "B maybe they'll play bridge right through dinner." "It's highly probable, Miss Kay," Grove ventured. "Yes, just as they did last night and every night since we started Good heavens! Don't they know we're in romantic, mysterious Greece!" Gene Piper, his handsome, weak face wreathed in a smile, stepped on deck. He grinned at her shame facedly. "It's terrible, isn't it?" he asked. "I mean my playing bridge all the time. But you know how your father is..." Kay nodded with mockery. "Well I suppose that as an employee of Gage and Bentley it is your benefit to do what the boss says." October is usually the worst of the twelve months, the National Bureau of Casualty and Surety Underwriters reminds us, and November comes next. The last three months of the year are the most dangerous quarter season. The reasons for this intensification of danger are to be found in the combination of a false sense of security and the increased hazards of natural conditions. The days grow shorter. Nightfall, notorious for its accident possibilities, gradually produces yearly peaks between 5 and 9 P.M. The weather is often crisp, bracing, ideal for driving, and the roads are crowded—always an important element in accident frequency. A number of subtle, unobtrusive causes contribute: The skidding menace of wet leaves, roads slippery with frost in the early morning, car windows shut in chilly weather with a consequent failure to use hand signals, longer working hours causing greater fatigue when driving after dark, week-end concentration of traffic in particular areas augmented by the great crowds driving to football games. This last calls for special attention. Every Saturday there converge in stadiums throughout the country multitudes of spectators, sometimes 100,000 in one place. Most of them drive, approaching their destination on the same roads at the same time. Such conditions breed accidents, and if the accident peril is imminent before the game it is doubly so afterward. Then the thousands of automobiles choke every radiating highway, all in a hurry to get away and get home. The reaction setting in after the excitement of the game reduces driving alertness. Add to all this the likelihood that many drivers are under the influence of alcohol and the situation is distinctly menacing. These are occasions for great care in driving. Usually the roads leading from the stadiums are lined with police, stationed to get you there and away as quickly and safely as possible. Cooperate with them, least what starts as fun end in tragedy. $2,000,000,000—THREE MONTHS’ SPENDING During recent years, the American public has become accustomed to astronomical statistics—especially in the field of government spending. The days when a million dollars was an impressive sum seem to be over, at least temporarily—it takes at least ten figures to elicit much in the way of public interest nowadays. Even so, here is a fact that should command the earnest and thoughtful attention of us all: Federal government expenditures for a little over three months of the current fiscal year passed the $2,000,000,000 mark—breaking all previous records in the country's peace-time history, according to a New York Times article based on Treasury reports. Every nickel of that $2,000,000,000 either came out of our pockets—or must come out of them in the future, when the deficit must be realistically faced. Every nickel of it comes out of the salaries of workmen, the slim profits of industry, the meagre returns paid investors. Billions that could otherwise be used to provide additional employment or raise wages, to build factories, to expand old industries and initiate new ones, go to the tax collector. Two billion dollars would create 500,000 four-thousand-dollar homes. It would employ 1,666,666 men for a year at wages of $100 per month. It would build 20,000 one-hundred thousand-dollar factories which could produce necessities and face wreathed in a smile, stepped on deck. He grinned at her shamefully. “It’s terrible, isn’t it?” I asked. “I mean my playing bridge all the time. But you know how your father is...” Kay nodded with mocker. “Well I suppose that as an employee of Gage and Bentley it is your benefit to do what the boss says.” Gene’s eyes clouded over with hurt. “I'm sorry you feel this way about it,” he said stily. Instantly Kay was frustrated. “I sorry too. Gene. I don't mean I say that.” She smiled wistfully. “I've just been so darned lonely and miserable this trip... tell you what. Let's just the two cars go ashore this afternoon..." “Gene! Gene Piper!” It was G. P. Bentley, calling him back to the game. And with a hurried shamed word of excuse Gene and swerved the summons, not daring to look back at Kay's still, frozen face. Some few minutes later however, the bridge game was interrupted by a steward bearing a radiogram on a tray. With one startled look Bentley perused it then totteringly made for his suite followed by Doctor Stafford. Downing a stiff drink of liquor Bentley sank into a chair. “Four hundred thousand dollars! Ninety days to raise it in!” He closed his eyes. “So I'm a ruined man. If I borrow the money openly it would hurt the firm.” Besides, your mother-in-law would hear about it,” Stafford pointed out, referring to Grandmother Gage, ruling matriarch of the family. He rubbed his chin reflectively. “Look G. P., I believe I have an idea. We'll continue the cruise as planned. Leave everything to me.” He hurried to the deck and was presently in low earnest conversation with Gene. “Now I think that Kay is very fond of you,” he was saying, “and frankly, I look with great favor upon the prospect of your marriage.” Gene's face lit up. “You could do a lot for me Doctor. Next to the old lady you know you run the family. The Doctor interrupted smoothly. “So in return for my helping Every nickel of that $2,000,000,000 either came out of our pockets—or must come out of them in the future, when the deficit must be realistically faced. Every nickel of it comes out of the salaries of workmen, the slim profits of industry, the meagre returns paid investors. Billions that could otherwise be used to provide additional employment or raise wages, to build factories, to expand old industries and initiate new ones, go to the tax collector. Two billion dollars would create 500,000 four-thousand-dollar homes. It would employ 1,666,666 men for a year at wages of $100 per month. It would build 20,000 one-hundred-thousand-dollar factories which could produce necessities and luxuries, up purchasing power, and provide jobs. If it were simply divided equally, it would give every man, woman and child in this country $16. Those illustrations give an idea of the almost inconceivable rate at which a single governmental unit is spending the people's money. And remember—that $2,000,000,000 represents but three months' spending. State and local governments are equally prodigal. Is it any wonder that authority after authority says that tax reduction would give the greatest possible spur to recovery? How does business compare with a year ago? It depends on where you live—but for the majority of people, it is better. In all but six states of the union September business activity was greater than it was a year before, according to the U.S. News. In three of those states—New York, Virginia and Louisiana—it was worse. In the other three—Nevada, North Carolina and Texas—it was unchanged. Throughout the country, reports show that improvement is continuing, and at an accelerating rate, in almost every industry. Scientists say that the humble potato is so popular as an article of diet because it has no pronounced flavor. But wait till its flavor gets mixed up with the kind that comes on stamps. The old fashioned woman who used to spend the beautiful autumn days putting up catsup now has a daughter who thinks that the best flavoring which comes in bottles is creme de menthe. The New Dealers haven't tried to harness the Gulf Stream yet but if Congress will only give 'em the money they'll try it. ANAHEIM GAZETTE I LIVE MY LIFE Serialization of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture based on "CLAUSTROPHOBIA" by CARTER GOODLOE—Novelized by HELEN WARE ROBERTS Chapter One Did you care for some tea? Grove, the Bentley stood primly at attention. Golden of skin and tawny was languidly draped over of the gleaming white that stood at anchor near of Naxos off the Grecian sea she asked again vaguely, ling around and glared. It seems six weeks since lunch. Now in about three years we dinner." Repressed re-read in her voice. "But they'll play bridge right dinner." Highly probable, Miss Grove ventured. Just as they did last night my night since we started. Savens! Don't they know in romantic, mysterious piper, his handsome, weak cathed in a smile, stepped He grinned at her shame- "It's terrible, isn't it?" he "I mean my playing the time. But you saw your father is . . . Modded with mockery, suppose that as an em-Gage and Bentley it is to fit to do what the boss eyes clouded over with in sorry you felt this. you with Kay you'll see to it that I serve her in exactly the same capacity that I serve her father ... as general advisor. You have my word for it that Kay's marriage settlement from her grandmother will be invested wisely." The wily old fellow breathed thankfully. A small portion of the settlement would take care of the debt, enabling Bentley to slide out of a tight spot safely. Best though, the Doctor decided silently, not to tell his friend about it until it was all over. "It's a bargain," Gene declared solemnly. At precisely moment, Kay, gleefully happy to have escaped Grove, whom she had accompanied ashore for supplies, was riding her burro through the gate of a half-ruined temple perched at the top of one of the mountain paths. The sign, "American Archaeological Society ... Keep Out" was unperceived by her as she rode through and dismounted. "Throw me a blanket for her head." Her eyes opened in horror. A number of men were standing around a deep pit in the ground. Someone must be hurt. Pushing her way through the group of workmen she walked to the edge of the pit ... then felt the ground give way under her. Tumbling down the small incline she stopped just at the feet of a tall rangy young man who so cunningly set off the lovely curves of her figure. Then he hastily averted his gaze. They were preceeding in silence when Kay suddenly began to sing in a loud raucous voice. "Shall I keep on singing or can I ask you some questions?" she queried archly. His lips twitched. "Ask me some questions." "Are you English?" "Irish. Belfast." “What happened to your brogue?” "I never had one. I don't smoke a clay pipe and I don't sing tenor.” Her cheek was close to his and he could detect the faint distracting scent of her skin. He halted abruptly and set her down on the ground. "We'll rest for a while. I'm tired." “Sissy,” she jeered. Then she rubbed her stomach tenderly. “If your shoulders were just a little bit fatter they'd be a lot easier on my middle.” “You must have a pretty weak middle,” Terry retorted. "Like all people with too much money you've become mentally and physically soft." Kay threw up her rounded chin. "I won't defend my mentality but when you attack my physique, you attack my pride." She started to hobble away. "Thank you for carrying me this far," she said bravely. "I'll go on from here by myself." And with no semblance of a limp she casually strolled off. have had to go all the way mountain.” She threw some smile. “I want for yesterday. It was very me.” He seemed unmoved was.” Her glance was a lilate. "Listen, I'm sure ying that yacht against in a way, I am off the see, I'm the owner's My . . . my name is son.” A slow pleased smoove his face. "Oh, his His wall of reserve gave name's Terence O'N have lunch together. With their order turned to him. "Look should a man want to archaeologist of all this Terry drummmed on "No reason. Digging in man." His eyes p silently measuring her ture. "You see, I can't collars, elevators, four thing of that sort. Th (Continued Next) Kirven Car 250 No. Los Angeles ANAHEIM BEST BUYS IN C $35.00 to $4 He grinned at her shame- "It's terrible, isn't it?" he "I mean my playing the time. But you now your father is . . . middled with mockery, suppose that as an emGage and Bentley it is to felt to do what the boss eyes clouded over with in sorry you felt this by Kay was hurtle." Gene. I don't mean to She smiled wistfully, been so darned lonely able this trip . . . tell Let's just the two of more this afternoon . . . Gene Piper!" It was tley, calling him back one. And with a hurried word of excuse Gene anne summons, not daring back at Kay's still, frozen new minutes later howbridge game was interacting a steward bearing a on a tray. With one look Bentley perused it, singly made for his suite By Doctor Stafford. A stiff drink of liquor, ank into a chair. "Four thousand dollars! Ninety rise it in!" He closed his I'm a ruined man. If the money openly it at the firm." your mother-in-law car about it," Stafford out, referring to Grandage, ruling matriarch of. He rubbed his chin. "Look G. P., I beve an idea. We'll conruise as planned. Leave to me." deed to the deck and was on low earnest conversaGene. "Now I think is very fond of you," he ,and frankly, I look favor upon the prosurmarriage." race lit up. "You could for me Doctor. Next to you know you run the lor interrupted smoothreturn for my helping "Throw me a blanket for her head." Her eyes opened in horror. A number of men were standing around a deep pit in the ground. Someone must be hurt. Pushing her way through the group of workmen she walked to the edge of the pit . . . then felt the ground give way under her. Tumbling down the small incline she stopped just at the feet of a tall rangy young man who was looking down at her with blazing gray eyes. "It's a lucky thing you didn't hit the statue," he said severely. "Yes, I might have broken my neck." "I wasn't thinking of that. You might have broken her neck." He looked up. "Max. The derrick." When they had been hoisted to the top he turned to her impatiently. "Where's your mule?" "My ... mule?" "Yes. Where did you tie him?" "I ... I didn't tie him anywhere . . ." His attitude had beginnto annoy her. "Well, he's not here now and there isn't a spare one in the camp. So you'll have to walk. And hurry please . . ." She shrugged with apparent good nature, her violet eyes dancing at him. "All right, I walk." But one uncertain step toward the trail, and she was crumpling to the ground with a low cry of anguish. Her lips quivered pitifully. "It's my ankle . . ." After his first expression of concern, Terry looked at her in exasperation. "Well, I might as well get it over with. I'll carry you down myself." Moving along the path, Terry was grim. "The minute I saw that yacht come in here this morning I knew it was bad luck." He glanced at the tailored perfection of slacks and blouse that middle," Terry retorted. "Like all people with too much money you've become mentally and physically soft." Kay threw up her rounded chin. "I won't defend my mentality but when you attack my physique, you attack my pride." She started to hobble away. "Thank you for carrying me this far," she said bravely. "I'll go on from here by myself." And with no semblance of a limp she casually strolled off. Her triumphant laugh, however, brought Terry out of his stupied astonishment. Reaching her, he caught her up in his arms, then turned and raced back to camp. Dumping her to the ground, he pointed a stern finger. "There's the trail and here you are back where you started. Now walk." And Kay, oozing impotent rage from every pore, slowly started down the path. Terry sat at a corner table the next afternoon, in one of the small island cafes, feeling pleasantly contented. His latest discovery was undoubtedly a Praxi­tiles . . . a Gala-tea, the Professor thought . . . wonderful reward of weeks and months of grinding toil. And best of all, Betty Collins, the grandest partner a man could ever have was taking it back to New York, letting him out of the dreaded ceremony and fuss. Kay hurriedly threw open the door and sauntered to his table. She too, felt a glow of trumph, for Captain Michaels had finally capitulated to her plea that they return to Naxos that morning. "Father'll never know," she had said cajolingly. "He's too busy with his bridge." "If I hadn't seen you come in here," she said brightly. "I would NOW THE Open 6:30 A.M. to 8:30 HOME CAFE — SERVING — HOT MEALS BREAKFAST PLATE LUNCH EVENING MEALS ICE CREAM DAIRY PRODUCTION HOME CAFE FORMERLY RAITTS' 242 W Center Phone 3514 Anaheim THE MILK WITH "A FLAVOR-ALL ITS OWN" Yellis Dairy Deliveries in ANAHEIM AND FULLERTON PHONE ANAHEIM 2391 Rt. 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A slow pleased smile spread over his face. "Oh, his secretary." His wall of reserve gave way. "My name's Terence O'Neill. We'll have lunch together. Waiter!" With their order given Kay turned to him. "Look here, why should a man want to become an archaeologist of all things?" Terry drummed on the table. "No reason. Digging is born in a man." His eyes probed her silently measuring her mental stature. "You see, I can't stand being shut in . . . can't stand stiff collars, elevators, four walls, anything of that sort. This way I'm (Continued Next Issue) Kirven Car Co. 250 No. Los Angeles St. ANAHEIM BEST BUYS IN COUNTY $35.00 to $465.00 When your shoes run over It's Time For FLORSHEIM SHOES with FLAREWEDGE "Running Over" is a sign of "outflare" feet . . . normal feet that need more room on the outside of the foot. Flare-wedge shoes are designed to provide this room, thus eliminating "running over," crowded toes, and instep corns. 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