anaheim-gazette 1936-04-30

OLDEST PAPER IN ORANGE COUNTY Anaheim, Calif., Thursday, April 30, 1936 How the Money Was Spent Demand that Secretary of Agriculture Wallace make public the names of those who have received sums in excess of $10,000 for not raising crops, and the amounts paid over to them by the A.A.A. seems to have borne fruit already, despite the Secretary's contention that to reveal this information would subject the recipients of the money to "exploitation" by high-pressure salesmen or others a contention that was given no weight when it came to publishing the amount of income of those who were assessed heavily by the Federal Government. At least we are informed of a few rather "juicy" payments in the pretentious scheme for the control of agricultural production. Three sugar corporations, it is stated, received something like a million dollars each for not growing so much sugar. One of these corporations was in Florida one in Hawaii and one in Puerto Rico. In addition we are told that one hog-raising and farming company received $157,000 in one year for not raising hogs while a big cotton planter received something like $124,000 for failing to raise so much cotton. And the list is growing. Now it is probably true, as the Secretary contends, that to make a crop control program successful you have to hire the Federal Competition Since it has become evident that curbing unemployment by public works including the activities which come under boondocking, is an expensive and rather ineffective process we are hearing some complain from official sources to the effect that private business must do more to help solve the unemployment problem. Many reasons touching upon public confidence, might be sighted to show why private industry is not going ahead more rapidly to eliminate unemployment. But aside from this, it may be fairly said that our way to encourage private industry to expand and add more employees is to end Government competition in business. If we are to place more responsibility on private enterprise, then the Government ought by all means to protect and encourage competition. But Government competition with business does more than discourage private enterprise from adding to its list of employees. It is a serious danger in itself in that it gets its capital from the taxpayers of the nation its capital from the taxpayers of the nation, of which the private enterprise will which it is competing may be an important part. Government enterprise in business not only reduces the private wealth from which taxes can be gathered to run legitimate activities of government but Hawaii and one in Puerto Rico. In addition we are told that one hog-raising and farming company received $157,000 in one year for not raising hogs while a big cotton planter received something like $124,000 for failing to raise so much cotton. And the list is growing. Now it is probably true, as the Secretary contends, that to make a crop control program successful you have to hire the corporations and big individual farmers not to raise so much, just as you have to pay the litte fellow. The disclosure of these big payments, however, furnishes some food for serious thought on the part of the country. The crop control program not only reduced the American surplus, it brought in huge importations of agricultural commodities from other countries. The import of sugar from Cuba under the American curtailment and the reciprocal treaty grew to the point where under the new dispensation we brought last year five times as much Cuban sugar as we sold goods in value to the Cubans themselves. Therefore the A.A.A. paid a million dollars each to the above mentioned sugar corporations so that the American people, under the new dispensation, could buy Cuban rather than American sugar. There were great imports of hogs lard and other pork products from Canada and other countries. So the A.A.A. paid $157,000 to one hog-raising company and big sums to other large-scale hog raisers that the American consumers might buy Canadian products instead of the home-grown one and the money went to alien rather than American farmers. However, there is still another phase of the picture. When the A.A.A. was paying out these sizeable sums, it had to get the money somewhere. The money was raised through the processnig tax. So the American housewife, when she took her market basket to the corner grocery and meat market was compelled to put up, in higher prices for what she bought, the money which went to the three sugar and other corporations that they might be paid for not producing. Here are some points which ought not be overlooked. The American farmers buy enterprise from adding to its list of employees. It is a serious danger in itself in that it gets its capital from the taxpayers of the nation; its capital from the taxpayers of the nation; of which the private enterprise with which it is competing may be an important part. Government enterprise in business not only reduces the private wealth from which taxes can be gathered to run the legitimate activities of government but builds up vast bureaus because such businesses are necessary to run Government corporations, which are required to pay its taxes, nor to furnish dividends to stockholders because such stockholders are the taxpayers themselves, who not only forfeit the prospect of dividends but face that digging up additional capital through taxation. Moreover, Federal bureaucracy tends to feed on itself. One Government enterprise calls for another, and these enterprises aside from their costliness, are unfair that they seek to serve a small part of the people at the expense of the entire nation. The case against Government competition with private enterprise was well summarized recently by Mr. George L. Berri sound economist and chairman of a committee on Government competition with private enterprise. In a summary of his report on Federal competition, Mr. Berri after conceding there is a limited field for Government enterprise, wrote: "In conclusion except as set out in this opening paragraphs of this report, your committee finds: 1. The expansion of Government function into fields of private competitive enterprise, for many years, has been a disturbing element in the nation's business. 2. That the Government expenditure will be reduced and revenue increased by the Federal Government withdraws free competition with private enterprise except under the condition hereinbefore specified. 3. That the Government's function is protect and promote the economic activity of its citizens, not to supplant them. Under normal economic conditions, government competition with private enterprise is productive to the destruction of the nation." through the processnig tax. So the American housewife, when she took her market basket to the corner grocery and meat market was compelled to put up, in higher prices for what she bought, the money which went to the three sugar and other corporations that they might be paid for not producing. Here are some points which ought not be overlooked1. The American farmers buy sugar and cotton goods—some of them even buy pork products. Just where, then, does the American consumer “get off,” no matter whether he lives in town or in the country? Those three sugar corporations who were paid a million dollars apiece and raising so much sugar certainly have a good sized laugh coming. But perhaps the folks who pay the bill won’t feel so funny about it. HISTORICAL THUMBNAIL SKETCHES Ploneers of Anaheim . . . The Gazette is often asked about historical data on early pioneers of the Anaheim district. Such requests will be answered through this column . . . as taken from the early files of the Gazette. MAJOR MAX STROBEL (Maximillian Frantz Otto) Major Max Strobel, one of the early settlers of this territory in Southern California, was born Maximillion Franz Otto, in Bavaria about 1826. He became a lieutenant in the Bavarian army in 1848, later to be exiled from his home country, going from Bavaria to England and later to Canada and then the United States where he became interested in government work. He came to California with Col. Fremont of the fifth expedition, later joining the forces of William Walker on an expedition to Nicaragua. Leaving this he returned to the United States. He was married in the east and then moved again to California making his home at Grass Valley for a short time and then moving to Anaheim, arriving here about 1871. He formed a syndicate which took over what is now Catalina Island, which he tried to sell to the United States government, as well as to the British Empire. His sales talk to the U. S. government was suggestive of an Indian reservation. Failing in this he recommended that England buy its mineral wealth. While on this mission he died in SAFE AND SOUND This is not an importing country, therefore there should be tariff to protect home industry against cheap foreign labor. ORANGE GROWERS HOLDING THE SACK The eastern wholesale buyers oranges are keen and organized and outwit the salesmen. It’s tough proposition. The local state concerns are capable they should brush up on their salesmanship. Go forward, back. Just like selling diamonds They are hard to get. London. Still living in this state among his descendants, Mrs. M. Melton (Alice Strobel) granddaughter who now lives Corcoran. While here on a vacation recently, Mr. and Mrs. M.ton attempted to locate the residence of Major Strobel, who was known in the early days Major Strobel’s house. ANAHEIM GAZETTE ESTABLISHED 1870 tion the evident that curing public works including come under boondog and rather ineffective bring some complaint to the effect that priv more to help solve the m. thing upon public con ted to show why priv ing ahead more rapid employment. But aside fairly said that one private industry to ex employes is to end Gov n business. If we are possibility on private en vernment ought by all and encourage competi competition with busi- discourage private en- to its list of employes. in itself in that it gets taxpayers of the nation taxpayers of the na- private enterprise with may be an important enterprise in business private wealth from gathered to run the of government but it "THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE" Mr. Reed, I've lived in this country for fifty years," the Gap-town sheriff told Martin when the latter descended upon him demanding a posse with which to round up the Falins. "I know these people. I can bring the Falins to court . . . maybe hang 'em . . . but that don't stop feuds. It makes 'em. There'll be killin's like we've never seen before. Mountain people don't like law, Mr. Reed . . . it's got too many curli-mucues to suit 'em. The Falin relatives'd never forgive . . . an' the Tollivers won't be appeased." As he rambled on and on, excusing himself for not interfering the door opened and June, who had arrived on the latest train, stepped inside. Her face was white and her eyes staring and full of tears. "He couldn't just die could he?" she inquired of no one in particular. "My little brother Buddie. He had to be killed—he had to be killed by the Falins. He ran down the hill with me when I went away. He stood up there by the lonesome pine. I never got to see him again . . . I'm . . . I'm never goin' to see him again." Suddenly the earth had been mounded above the coffin. "We bow before Thee in meekest humbleness, believing in Thy Divine Wisdom and accepting with equal humbleness the complexities of this life. We are returning to the earth that which Thou hast produced—a part of Thy soul, of Life eternal. Amen." As he finished Thurber stepped forward and laid on top of the grave the toy steam shovel which he had made for Buddie such a long time ago. Judd and Melissa tried to pick up the threads of their life, but it was almost impossible. True June and David were back at home, but that didn't fill the aching void left by Buddie's absence. Even Martin tried in vain to cheer them up. "What are we doin' here?" June suddenly demanded on the day after the funeral. "What are we standin' here for?" "June, honey," expostulated her father, looking up from the brood of little chickens which Melissa had just brought into the house. "Before green-up time," the girl continued, her eyes strangely With a pathetic little smile youth rose and slipped quiet of the house. Dave headed straight to Falin home. As he approach could hear a wordy battle on between father and son. "Yep—we're all brave the Falin's are brave me kill children." Buck was. "Pussy-footin' drivel, I Wade snarled back. "I do 'em, young or old. I ain't like 'em. Ifen I get a ch that Dave Tolliver, I'll . "Who's thar?" barked Dave knocked at the door. "I want to talk to you . . . ain't got no gun," Tolliver swerved as the door swung and he faced the muzzles. "If I tell you we're tell you we're licked, will fightin'?" "You ain't licked." Buc his head. "You couldn't be You're never goin' to boo Why do you come to me Why shouldn't I come to o rter drag myself through brambles from here to you an' say I'm corry . . . but got guts like you have . . . "You ain't my father." FOR Congress to roll up than it is for the proSAFE AND SOUND is not an importing counforeore there should be a soo protect home industries cheap foreign labor. AGE GROWERS HOLDING THE SACK eastern wholesale buyers of s are keen and organized twit the salesmen. It's a proposition. The local and concernes are capable but should brush up on their enship. Go forward, not Just like selling diamonds. are hard to get. living in this state are, his descendants, Mrs. D. elton (Alice Strobel) a aughter who now lives at an. While here on a vacaccently, Mr. and Mrs. Meltempted to locate the old face of Major Strobel, which known in the early days as Strobel's house. BUDDIE'S BURIAL was a solemn and pitiful occasion. Underneath the lonesome pine, in a plain wooden box, he was laid to rest while June, barefoot and in her mountain clothes, knelt beside the grave and Tater sang a spiritual which had all the misery of the ages in its harmonies. Martin was there too, as was Corsey and many of the men. But the latter formed a little group apart, and felt alien and alone. "Oh God, Our Heavenly Father," the mountain preacher spoke after He couldn't just die could he?" she inquired of no one in particular. "My little brother Buddie. He had to be killed—he had to be killed by the Falins. He ran down the hill with me when I went away. He stood up there by the lonesome pine. I never got to see him again. I'm never goin' to see him again." Suddenly she caught sight of Martin standing beside the sheriff and her eyes glittered. "What you doin' here?" she demanded. "Why ain't you up there with Dad and Dave? You loved Buddie, didn't you? He was goin' to be an engineer when he got big. What are you doin' here?" "June!" cried Martin, trying to stop her awful tirade. "June ... please! June! June darling. I don't want you to cry. Don't cry, June darling. I love you." The last words seemed dragged out of him. "You loved me ... You loved Buddie," she sobbed bitterly. "But you're not with Buddie. You're here with the law—with civilization. And I'm civilization, ain't it? Pretties? Nice words—an' hollow words. Well, I don't want it ... I don't want you. I don't want anything but the Falins. Civilization! Well, you can have it." And grabbing the neck of her dress, she ripped it from her. Buddie's burial was a solemn and pitiful occasion. Underneath the lonesome pine, in a plain wooden box, he was laid to rest while June, barefoot and in her mountain clothes, knelt beside the grave and Tater sang a spiritual which had all the misery of the ages in its harmonies. Martin was there too, as was Corsey and many of the men. But the latter formed a little group apart, and felt alien and alone. "Oh God, Our Heavenly Father," the mountain preacher spoke after What are we doin' here?" June suddenly demanded on the day after the funeral. "What are we standin' here for?" "June, honey," expostulated her father, looking up from the brood of little chickens which Melissa had just brought into the house. "Before green-up time," the girl continued, her eyes strangely bright. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it, Dave? But it's got to be a Tolliver—somebody who acts like a Tolliver." "She's a fool, Dave—and you're a fool if you listen to her," said Martin. "You ain't a Tolliver!" muttered Dave. "You're right," said the engineer bitterly. "I'm not good enough to be. I brought this on. I knew people. Oh, yes—I knew all kinds of people. Now I don't know anything—only this Dave. I don't want you to fight. But look, Dave. I think you're a swell guy. If you say it, I'll go fight you. I'll do anything—but that wouldn't help matters. Melissa's right — she really is, Dave. You can't make happiness with hate." His eyes glowed tenderly as he looked at the older woman. Then he picked up his hat and turned to the door. "Goodbye, June ... Judd ... and you Melissa ... Good luck, Dave." As she realized that he was going and did not intend to see her going and did not intend to see her again a little sob broke from June. Impulsively she rushed forward and threw her arms about him. "Martin," she cried. "Don't go 'way. I—I didn't know what I was saying. I don't want you to go." Slowly Dave realized that June's words to him had been merely empty words. His face tightened. Then his eyes shifted to Melissa, who, despite herself, was looking at June and Martin with tender mother love and sympathy. If I tell you we're licked, will we fightin'? "You ain't licked." Buck his head. "You couldn't be You're never goin' to be Why do you come to me Why shouldn't I come to an orter drag myself through bramblets from here to you an say I'm corry . . . but got guts like you have . . . "You ain't my father," ed Wade, his face bled wi "Yore a snivelin' pup." "Maybe that's what's true," agreed Buck. Then he "You want shake hands' they had done so, he added tell me why you done it?" "It's Ant Mellissa's best answered Dave. Then he..." OBSERVATIONS SOLD ON THE NEW DEAL It is said the farmers in the midwest who get nice checks from the treasurer, are head and heels in favor of AAA, and they are prosperous; with the butcher, the baker and orange grower on the sideline looking in. FEATHERING THEIR NESTS The big corporations in the sugar, wheat, cotton, and other staple article sectors get large checks from the Triple-A not to produce. That reduces production, and increases unemployment. There being a shortage of products, the price for those wares go up. The little fellow has no money to buy the high priced goods, and he goes hungry. One of the big sugar corporations receiving a check not to produce has headquarters in Porto Rico and another is across the big pond. TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH The best and only way to handle the republican convention is to send delegates there free and uninstructed. Otherwise the works get gummed up and start to sputter. POWER SEAL STOPS Oil Pumping, Seals Leaky Valves, Restores Compression MATTY'S TIRE SHOP 214 S. Los Angeles St. How's Your Tackle? Trout Season Opens FRIDAY, MAY 1 Full Line of Rods and Reels, Lines, Creels, Leaders, Spinners, Flies and Bait at Popular Prices LICENSES ISSUED — LATEST INFORMATION L. N. 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