anaheim-gazette 1936-07-16

ANAHEIM GAZETTE Established 1870 Orange County's Oldest Newspaper HENRY KUCHEL, Editor and Publisher 1887-1935 The Anaheim Gazette has been owned and edited by the same family since 1875. Published every Thursday at 259 East Center Street, Anaheim, Calif. MRS. HENRY KUCHEL — THEODORE B. KUCHEL Editors and Publishers OUR GUERRILLA WAR Those who drove along the state highway towards Santa Ana this past week beheld a singularly strange sight. Along the boundaries of their property, citizens of this county—which is still a part of the United States, although some of our foreign dignitaries apparently don't believe it—were compelled to patrol and to protect their property with the aid of shotguns. To people who take their rights as American citizens quite for granted, it is an amazing thing that such lengths must be taken by property owners to preserve what their own industry has brought them from being ravished by radicals who either don't know or who don't care what rights are. Some good but mistaken people, and some who are neither good nor mistaken, have advocated arbitration—but what is there to arbitrate? Some talk has been raised concerning the question of transportation for the orange pickers, and that it is necessary to arbitrate the question. That talk is not based upon fact. The entire question was raised, debated, and solved long before the picking season opened. Some believe that there is something wrong with the wage scale. Weeks ago, The Gazette published in its columns a comparison of the wages paid to orange workers, on the one hand, and wages paid to field harvesters of other crops both in California and throughout the nation. It is sufficient to say at this time that orange pickers and workers receive higher wages and work for a longer season than any other group similarly employed, throughout the country, in the harvesting of crops. There is nothing to arbitrate, unless the hard-working, The entire question was raised, debated, and solved long before the picking season opened. Some believe that there is something wrong with the wage scale. Weeks ago, The Gazette published in its columns a comparison of the wages paid to orange workers, on the one hand, and wages paid to field harvesters of other crops both in California and throughout the nation. It is sufficient to say at this time that orange pickers and workers receive higher wages and work for a longer season than any other group similarly employed, throughout the country, in the harvesting of crops. There is nothing to arbitrate, unless the hard-working, honest people who have helped, materially, in making Orange county, want to bow and sell out to the self-elected leaders of agitation who have insinuated themselves upon us. Ferret the generals of this strike, and deal with them accordingly. If they are foreign agitators, the United States is no place for them. And if they are locally born agitators, there are still laws by which they may be prevented from their ill-starred work. In this country, and this county, there should be no need for shot-gun protection of one's property. (Political Advertisement) Why You Should Vote to Nominate HARRY R. SHEPPARD (FOR CONGRESS) on the Democratic Ticket, at the Primary Election, August 25, 1936 "A careful reading of my platform will disclose the fact that the majority of my pledges are identical in quality with those stated by President Roosevelt. On these measures and all others to be advanced by our President which I feel will be of greater service to the nation I am prepared to cooperate 100%." Candidate Harry R. Sheppard Beware of the Single Tax Trap! DO NOT BE DECEIVED! On your November 3rd ballot you will be asked to vote for or against "Repeal of the Sales Tax." Beware! You can't vote for Sales Tax Repeal without voting for Single Tax. To vote for Single Tax is to vote for an amendment to the California State Constitution, placing in our constitution a fundamental law that would put practically all taxes on land—taxes that most people would be utterly unable to pay. And this failure to pay would mean confiscation by the state of practically every home, every ranch and farm, every city lot. Landlords would have to boost rents—merchants would have to raise the prices of food, clothing and other necessities in a vain attempt to meet this destructive tax. The state would go bankrupt. Thousands would be thrown out of their jobs. The passage of this deceitful measure would bring chaos and disaster to your state, to your home, to you. Tell others the truth about this Single Tax trap. Don't delay. Get out today and work against it. Save your home and your job. Send for literature. Do it now! Southern California Co-ordinating Headquarters have been established for the purpose of assisting organizations, communities and public spirited citizens of all Southern California to combat this drastic and dangerous constitutional amendment. CALIFORNIA COMMITTEE Against THE SINGLE TAX 318 SECURITY BUILDING, LOS ANGELES Gazette Want Ads For Results PULLING THE COUNTRY OUT OF THE DEPRESSION OUR POLICIES OF THE PAST ARE DOING IT IN SPITE OF HIM! OUR WISE AND FAR SEEING POLKIES ARE WHOLLY RESPONSIBLE! UPWARD TREND OF BUSINESS SYNOPSIS As a result of a mix of suites, King Mandini certina King, meets Olga of Sweden, who is a show-girl posing to get a Hollywood film. The Princess likes King has to keep up pretty decidedly haughty. Board is Darcy, a boy who tries to shake on his past prison record kicks him out of his office. Princess loses her Mandini returns it. Sation, the Princess purse drop into and Mandini fishes it out drying the wet moneyally tears it in two. King, in full evening, sonally supervised all for his rendezvous withcess in the cocktail beining. He had just f chasing the ship's com of orchids when Her Lady Gertrude swept started to sweep on deigning to notice him. THE FARMER'S CORNER By RALPH H. TAYLOR Executive Secretary Agricultural Council of California According to an amusing tradition, it was long the custom among rural people, during the hot summer months, to wrap themselves in additional clothing—examples robes, coats and any other wearing apparel available — to top the heat out! Of extra clothing afforded protection against the chill of winter, it was reasoned, then it should be given protection against the sterring rays of summer sun. But modern-day man, who would laugh heartily over the cry of the Chinese and his many acts of clothes, may, in turn, seem slightly laughable to the Ortalian. For the average American citizen, whether he knows it or not, lives under five layers of government—both summer and wintry—and not only wears more governmental clothing, but more expensive governmental wrappings, than any other citizen on the face of the globe. In addition to federal and state governments, there are, of course, county and city governments and local district governments—and often several special assessment districts to boot. And in California, at the moment, the average citizen is subject to 177 tax levies two by local governments, 101 by the state, and 74 by the federal government, exclusive of processing taxes and special assessments. What are the factors which have contributed to this leaning increase in number of governmental services; expansion of existing services; substitution of taxes for direct service charges; increase in population and territorial expansion; increase in number of taxing units; increase in technical personnel, calling for higher salaries, etc.; increases in subsidies and allocations to weaker units of government to permit expansion of their services; natural extravagance and administrative inefficiency; unsound methods of borrowing for improvements, wars, depressions and other emergencies; relief and welfare work; and a governmental mania to "keep up with the Jonses," with smaller branches of government imitating the ambitious undertakings of larger governmental units. Whether farmer or business man, worker or employer, every citizen must make frank admission of his part—either knowingly or unwittingly—in building the present top-heavy governmental structure before taxes can be effectively reduced. Having made confession, the question is: "Where to cut?" "Whose ox is to be gored?" "What services do we want more than the money they cost?" (Next: "Cures which are worse than the disease.") WASHINGTON SNAP-SHOTS of each dollar he spent because his taxes were bringing in only 46 cents. That was followed by other calculations making the picture more depressing. It was figured, for instance, that the $4,764,000,000 deficit meant an increase of $38 in the debt on each man, woman, and child in the country, or an increase of $152 on each average family of four. Next, the $33,779,000,000 debt was translated into similar figures, showing that Uncle Sam's total debt amounted to $269 for each person or $1,076 for the average family. And that the total cost of running the federal government last year was $70.48 per person, or $282 per family. The worst of it, from the standpoint of the cover-uppers, was that Washington correspondents began to emphasize the tax angle, pointing out that the only was Uncle Sam could pay his debt was by taking $1,076 in taxes from every family in the land. These computations made the new $800,000,000 tax bill look insignificant. That bill was put forward as necessary to keep the federal government in sound financial condition. It meant additional taxes averaging $28 per year on each family. But what good is it, some correspondents asked, to levy new taxes of $28 on each family when the total new debt averages $152 per family? Because despite the new taxes, each family would be $114 deeper in debt at the end of another year like the last one. J. R. McCarl, comptroller general of the United States for fifteen years, in full evening personally supervised all for his rendezvous with success in the cocktail bar. He had just fled chasing the ship's comrade of orchids when Her Majesty Lady Gertrude swept startled to sweep on her deigning to notice him. "Good evening," smirked certina player, "I've for . . . "What is this?" Lady Gertrude haughtly as the Princess bursting. "But you are so naive Highness, looking though he were a sigh." Your invitation this You did not think seriously? "Of course I did," What's happened to me like this? Why this after? The Princess stiffened country," she announced good manners to recite discretions of royalty. Tunate it is the twentieth In the time of my mother, a famous queen a foreign musician came—a conceited nobility understood certain impudent—tiresome—was nevair seen now again." "Not like me." King ered from his shock. I till we get to New York. I think there is no said," she sniffed. "And only one more done." He handed her. "What does sheme mute?" They're in memory talked to this afternoon who was a princess and forgot it." He turned away. At the same time aircastles were being heated conference between the ship's captive five detectives. "Here you are, gentle officer announced while tinguished guests had his cabin." The de Paul Merko which police forwarded ta WASHINGTON SNAP-SHOTS The latest sad story in figures is making Washington faces both happy and glum. The happy are those who seek a cure for the squanderlust epidemic. The glum are those who wish that statements on the government's financial condition did not have to be made every year. The happy now hope that the financial statements will make the 126,000,000 American people see where they are heading. The glum fear that is what will happen. The glum were happy too for a time. That was when newspapers emphasized only that the government debt was $33,779,000,000; that expenditures for the last year were $8,880,000,000; that the deficit for the year was $4,764,000,000. Their happiness was based upon the fact that billions are almost beyond human comprehension, and that they mean nothing to the average man. But that happiness was short-lived. First, the Associated Press calculated that the figures showed that out of each $1 spent by the federal government last year, 54 cents was borrowed. In other words, that Uncle Sam went in debt to the tune of 54 cents out year on each family. But what good is it, some correspondents asked, to levy new taxes of $28 on each family when the total new debt averages $152 per family? Because despite the new taxes, each family would be $114 deeper in debt at the end of another year like the last one. J. R. McCarl, comptroller general of the United States for fifteen years, won the title "Watchdog of the Treasury" when he was in that job. Now that he is out, folks in Washington are calling him a model of restraint. True when his term expired, he made caustic remarks about the mushroom growth of bureaucratic agencies, and about extravagance in government. But he did not deal in personalities although he had ample reason. Harry L. Hopkins, relief administrator, for example, did not like the microscopic intensity with which McCarl scrutinized work-relief expenses. So one day he loaded two trucks with barrels filled with vouchers, sent them to McCarl, and asked their approval in 48 hours. McCarl's staff worked overtime and, to Hopkins' surprise, finished the job in 48 hours. And McCarl has not yet said anything publicly about that or many other similar episodes. Mr. McCarl is slated to aid Senator Byrd of Virginia in a study to be presented to the next congress designed to curb useless government bureaus and duplications of activity. In other words, to put government on a business basis. At the same time aircastles were being heated conference between the ship's captain five detectives. "Here you are, gentle officer announced when tinguished guests had his cabin." The deputy Paul Merko which police forwarded to Lorel." As the detectives began description a steward trying a tray with glass gradients for highball fussing about mixing water. "But this is useless! Slammed the descriptive captain's table." A wizard Because always the most guises his appearance. He referred to the young woman—an old smart officer. New same. Who do we look at? Mais, tiens! We hit Bertillion measure Lorel. "Absolutely right," agreed Cragg. "He calls them." Yet, comrades it less." Morevitch spoke "First you must catch measure him. When caught him—what get measurements?" As the Russian spoonlessly tossed the cable table. It slid off on whereupon the steamer slowly stooped over, and while the others Morevitch in amazed stupidity shrewd reminiscent his pocket and wafted the room. "If Merko is aboard him," thundered Steinberg. SYNOPSIS As a result of a mixup in their suites, King Mandini, the Concertina King, meets Princess Olga of Sweden, who is in reality a show-girl posing as royalty to get a Hollywood film contract. The Princess likes King but she has to keep up pretenses so is decidedly haughty. Also on board is Darey, a blackmailer, who tries to shake down King on his past prison record. King kicks him out of his cabin. The Princess loses her purse and Mandini returns it. In conversation, the Princess lets the purse drop into an aquarium. Mandini fishes it out and while drying the wet money accidentally tears it in two. King, in full evening dress, personally supervised arrangements for his rendezvous with the Princess in the cocktail bar that evening. He had just finished purchasing the ship's complete supply of orchids when Her Highness and Lady Gertrude swept up and then started to sweep on by without deigning to notice him. "Yes?" Kawati glanced at his old enemy with a slit of a smile. "You clever man." "Say," muttered the Captain as he noticed the tray of drinks for the first time. "Did any one of you order these highballs?" There was a chorus of "No's" from the group. "Well, I didn't order them." The Captain was distressed. "Why do I get a tray of drinks I didn't order?" He pushed a button on the wall. A monument later a steward—not the one who had been in the room before—entered hurriedly. "Did you bring this tray?" barked the Captain. "No, sir." "No?" As the chief officer scratched his head in puzzlement the ship's Purser entered, and saluted. "Captain Nicholls, sir," he reported. "In checking the passenger list as you ordered, we found one passenger missing. Cabin B-50, registered to Mr. Petroff, is empty sir. Petroff's luggage came aboard but we cannot locate him." "Have him paged," growled his superior. "If he's aboard, find him and report to me." "There's nothing crooked about it," answered the Princess, her beautiful face white. "In a little while I'll tell them myself. I had to do something! We were stranded—miles from home — broke hungry." She stood up and began pacing the room. "We've had years of that, Mr. Darcy. This was our only out. A girl can't just walk into a studio. I've tried that—I've tried everything. You've got nothing on us. Nobody'll be hurt by what we're doing." "Nobody but International Films!" Darcy was not impressed. "They'll get their money's worth," pleaded Lady Gertrude. "This child's got talent—lots of it. All she needs is a chance. One day she'll be a star and the whole world will laugh at this." "You don't have to sell me girls," smirked Darcy. "I'm on your side. I'm cheering for you... Now, how much shall we say?" "Oh, what's the use, Gertie... pay him off," sighed Olga. The other woman opened her mouth to say something, changed her mind and opened the handbag which King had rescued from the goldfish bowl. Darcy took it from King, in full evening dress, personally supervised arrangements for his rendezvous with the Princess in the cocktail bar that evening. He had just finished purchasing the ship's complete supply of orchids when Her Highness and Lady Gertrude swept up and then started to sweep on by without deigning to notice him. "Good evening," smiled the concertina player, "I've arranged for . . ." "What is this?" interrupted Lady Gertrude haughtily. "Cocktails," King finished weakly as the Princess burst out laughing. "But you are so naive," said Her Highness, looking at him as though he were a stupid child. "Your invitation this afternoon. You did not think ve accepted seriously?" "Of course I did," gulped King. "What's happened to make you act like this? Why this afternoon. . .." The Princess stiffened. "In our country," she announced, "it is not good manners to recall leetle indiscretions of royalty. You are fortunate it is the twentieth century. In the time of my great grandmother, a famous queen, there was a foreign musician came to court—a conceited nobodee. He misunderstood certain theengs; he was impudent—tiresome—and then he was nevair seen nor heard of again." "Not like me." King had recovered from his shock. I'll be around till we get to New York." "I think there is no more to be said," she sniffed. "And only one more thing to be done." He handed her the orchids. "What does thehe mean?" "They're in memory of a girl I talked to this afternoon! a girl who was a princess all over—but forgot it." He turned and hurried away. At the same time when King's aircastles were being demolished a heated conference was going on between the ship's captain and the five detectives. "Here you are, gentlemen," the officer announced when his distinguished guests had gathered in his cabin. "The description of Paul Merko which the French police forwarded to Monsieur." As the chief officer scratched his head in puzzlement the ship's Purser entered, and saluted. "Captain Nicholls, sir!" he reported. "In checking the passenger list as you ordered, we found one passenger missing. Cabin B-50, registered to Mr. Petroff, is empty sir. Petroff's luggage came aboard but we cannot locate him." "Have him paged," growled his superior. "If he's aboard, find him and report to me." "Yes sir." The Purser dashed out. "Ve vaste time," snarled Steindorf. "It is not a German custom. Now I commence to search—in my own way. Eh, Kawati?" His expression changed to blank surprise. Kawati's chair was empty. He was not in the cabin. In B-83, the Royal Suite, a steward has just finished serving the Princess and Lady Gertrude with coffee. As he opened the door to depart, Darcy, who had been waiting outside, entered without a byyou-leave. "Sir," sputtered the Lady in Waiting. "You are intruding. This is the suite of Her Highness, the Princess Olga." Darcy shook his bald head and smiled skeptically. "Sorry, ladies," he answered. "But you see, I happen to be a very close friend of George Marson, the theatrical agent in London. It's a little late in the day to talk business, but still . . . you two are playing with dynamite. They call it 'obtaining money under false pretences.'" "You don't have to sell me girls," smirked Darcy. "I'm on your side. I'm cheering for you . . . Now, how much shall we say?" "Oh, what's the use, Gertie . . . pay him off," sigged Olga. The other woman opened her mouth to say something, changed her mind and opened the handbag which King had rescued from the goldfish bowl. Darcy took it from her, pulled out all the soaked bills, and tossed the bag on the table. "I've been admiring that ring," he insinuated. Completely whipped, the Princess removed the band from her finger and handed it to him. "You know, you girls got me wrong," chuckled the blackmailer. "I'm not a bad guy at heart. He pulled the roll out of his pocket, peeled off a couple of bills and tossed them on the table. 'For your tips,' he winked. "Just a moment" interrupted Lady Gertrude. "What assurance have we that you won't try to shake us down again?" "You haven't got anything left," he answered as he departed. (To be continued) At the same time when King's aircastles were being demolished a heated conference was going on between the ship's captain and the five detectives. "Here you are, gentlemen," the officer announced when his distinguished guests had gathered in his cabin. "The description of Paul Merko which the French police forwarded to Monsieur Lorel." As the detectives bent over the description a steward entered carrying a tray with glasses and ingredients for highballs, and started fussing about mixing drinks. "But this is useless!" Steindorf slammed the description on the captain's table. "A waste of time. Because always the man with disguises his appearance conceals." He referred to the paper. "A young woman—an old professor—a smart officer. Never twice the same. Who do we look for?" "Mais, tiens! We have now his Bertillion measurements," said Lorel. "Absolutely right, old boy," agreed Cragg. "He can't disguise them." "Yet, comrades, it is still useless." Morevitch spoke up softly. "First you must catch the man to measure him. When you have caught him—what good are the measurements?" As the Russian spoke he carelessly tossed the cablegram on the table. It slid off onto the floor, whereupon the steward unobtrusively stooped over, picked it up and while the others stared at Morevitch in amazement at his stupidly shrewd remark, stuck it in his pocket and walked out of the room. "If Merko is aboard, ve vill find him," thundered Steindorf.