anaheim-gazette 1936-09-10

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 ANAHEIM'S EXTRA DIVIDEND— Added to the splendid list of achievements and record of distinction for the City of Anaheim, comes last week's announcement by the city council that the needs for general governmental expenditures will be met by a tax rate of less than 5½ cents per $100 present valuation. Thus, the tax rate of the city for the ensuing year will be the lowest of all California Communities. It is refreshing to know that our people's well being is governed by sound, sensible men; and that, at a time when governmental units face the grim spectacle of mounting tax bills, our own community becomes the number one city of the State for economy. The tax rate for 1936-37, in toto, will approximate 70 cents per $100 valuation, representing a 1/7 reduction from last year's rate of 80 cents. The bulk of the City's incoming revenue will be used for payment on bonds and interest. This newspaper congratulates the City and it's Councilmen for the foresight which now results in efficient community management procured with steadily increased economy. The State, and the Nation, too, might do well to take a leaf from the City Government of the Mother Colony. VOTERS ENTITLED TO SQUARE DEALING Hard on the heels of the State Supreme court decision barring the Sales Tax Repeal-Single Tax amendment from the November ballot, because the title was misleading and deceptive, comes a determined cannonade from the forces opposed to Initiative Amendment No. 10, alleging that this VOTERS ENTITLED TO SQUARE DEALING Hard on the heels of the State Supreme court decision barring the Sales Tax Repeal-Single Tax amendment from the November ballot, because the title was misleading and deceptive, comes a determined cannonade from the forces opposed to Initiative Amendment No. 10, alleging that this measure also has a very dark-complexioned person concealed in a woodpile and that a supposedly worthy measure to prevent a raid on gasoline tax moneys is in reality a scheme “to get away with something” for Diesel oil operation. Former President Pro Tem of the Senate, A. H. Breed of Alameda county, author of gasoline tax legislation, denounces Amendment proposition No. 10 as “insincere, ambiguous and containing at least one major joker which should not be frozen into the California Constitution.” His argument against the proposed initiative will appear in a pamphlet to be distributed among the voters by the Secretary of State. Summed up in a few words it is this: the measure provides for taxation of Diesel fuel oil used in highway operation of autos at the same rate per gallon as on other motor fuels; inasmuch as four times the mileage can be obtained from Diesel motor fuel as from gasoline, Diesel trucks would pay considerably less for their use of the highways than the general motoring public and operators of other types of equipment. Irrespective of any argument the Diesel engine people may have, the objection to proposition number “ten” on the ballot that it is deceptive and ambiguous will cause fair-minded voters to examine it very carefully and reject it entirely if its meaning be not clear to them and its purport commendable. One thing has been established: neither the voters nor the courts will stand for deliberately deceptive, joker-filled propositions on the ballot. No amendment to the Constitution should be so worded as to be difficult to understand or so framed as to accomplish other purposes than the one set forth in the title. Better far to have all proposed laws brought out in the light of day for free and full discussion and analysis in the State Legislature and abandon the initiative and referendum altogether than to permit half-baked theories and self-seeking practices sailing under false colors to be foisted upon an unsuspecting public through the popular ballot. The time and the occasion both demand square dealing with the electorate on the part of the designers as well as the makers of laws.—South Coast News. THE FARMER'S CORNER By RALPH H. TAYLOR Executive Secretary Agricultural Council of California Agriculture's 1936 payroll in the United States—the total wages of farm laborers, exclusive of family labor—will aggregate nearly farm machinery stocks have advanced more than 133 per cent during the last two years—the greatest percentage gain recorded One of them was John Dolph, tall, handsome, sterning Senator from Virginia, brilliant orator. She tried to cool any show of her feeling ward him, as he professed to terest whatever in the fairest. But in point of fact he had her undeclared idol since eighteen girlhood, and anyone who saw looking at him as he passed read the whole story in her mouth. He was always laughed and joked, and Peggy was sure whether his own flirt manner toward her concealed thing more serious behind her. Prof. La Roy Sunderland still a different type. A young man of romanticisms, he dressed in a manner was very close to being and boasted of his accommodations in the occult arts specialty was the predictive future events from a study of people's palms, and it was for purpose of giving Peggy a red reading that he had invited to meet him secretly one after at a house in the outskirts Washington. Peggy had never visited the tion of the city before, and she was admitted to the reside of a lady of dubious bearing studied her surroundings can There was something pearl about the beautifully decorated, and an air of supervaded the house. Waiting of drawn curtains, Peggy had new visitor arrive. When his was raised in dispute, she nized it as John Randolph was telling the woman in she must leave the city at Moved by a nimpulse, she sa out. Randolph was thundered to see her in such a no place. “What are you doing here garet?” he cried. “I came here alone, to my gentleman,” she replied calm. “Who is he?” he demanded. She refused to answer. But the Senator produced a piston his pocket and said he would until the other man arrived decided discretion was the part of courage, and permitted THE FARMER'S CORNER By RALPH H. TAYLOR Executive Secretary Agricultural Council of California Agriculture's 1936 payroll in the United States—the total wages of farm laborers, exclusive of family labor—will aggregate nearly $500,000,000, according to conservative estimates, based on federal reports of the pickup in farm employment and increased wage scales. Paying better wages and employing additional workers, almost in direct proportion to the improvement in farm income, the nation's farming industry has added from $75,000,000 to $100,-000,000 to its hired labor budget during the year, it is indicated. Warning is sounded by the United States Department of Agriculture, however, that the predepression farm payroll of $900,-000,000 may not return for years to come. Two factors have served to reduce the demand for farm labor, even with the gradual pickup in farm business, according to the federal department. First, the depression forced considerable substitution of family labor for hired labor, due to a reversal of the normal migration from farm to city. And migration still continues farm-ward, rather than city-ward! Second, the increasing use of labor-saving machinery (tractors and tractor equipment, two-and four-row planters, two-and four-row cultivators, small combines, etc.) has decreased the need for farm workers, although contributing to employment in manufacturing and industrial centers. As a sidelight on this trend, stock market reports indicate that farm machinery stocks have advanced more than 133 per cent during the last two years—the greatest percentage gain recorded by any class of stock on the New York market during the same period. California farmers, incidentally, have benefited by recent rulings of the State Motor Vehicle Department, exempting certain types of farm equipment—when used solely for agricultural purposes—from the motor vehicle registration fee. The department has granted the following exemptions: 1. Any truck or truck chassis upon which spraying or fumigating equipment used exclusively for agricultural purposes is mounted and which is used for no other purpose than to transport such equipment during the registration year. 2. Any tractor which is equipped with rubber tires and which is used exclusively as an implement of husbandry and which is only incidentally moved over the highway from one farm to another. 3. Trailers which have been especially constructed for, and which are used exclusively for the carrying of farm tractors or other agricultural implements from one farm to another, when the tractors or other implements have steel wheels or cleats which would injure the highway if moved upon the highway. Should such trailers be used for any other purpose, however, they are subject to registration and payment of weight fees. CHAPTER ONE Peggy O'Neale's father owned Franklin Inn, one of the most charming lodging houses in Washton. Peggy herself had been brought up there, meetsuch famous statesmen of the past Daniel Webster, Henry Clay John C. Calhoun. She was an exceptionally attractgirl of nineteen, with flashing eyes, gaily smiling mouth and independence of spirit that at is left her father at his wit's cost of the gay young blades frequented the Franklin Inn. 1823 were fascinated by her form, but Peggy was careful on him she bestowed her coquettish face. Outside of General Andrew Jackson, the hero of the Battle of Orleans, whom she called "Cole Andy," and her own father, he were just three men who instated her. One of them was John Ranhill, tall, handsome, stern-look-Senator from Virginia, and a giant orator. She tried to contain any show of her feeling to him, as he professed no insist whatever in the fairer sex. In point of fact he had been undeclared idol since earliest mood, and anyone who saw her being at him as he passed could fury. Andrew Jackson, who was staying there at the time, rushed out leading a small band of defenders, while Peggy herself stood guard over the doorway to the servants' quarters. Although the home forces were outnumbered, under the leadership of Jackson and of John Randolph they slowly fought back the others. The turning point was when Mrs. Jackson, a simple, loyal woman who was devoted to her "Gin'ral," began to pour buckets of boiling water from a second story window. Immediately the mob began to run for shelter, and the fight was over. Sight of Randolph's dynamic figure, battling in her behalf in the courtyard, had aroused Peggy's feelings to an intensity she had never known before. She had been miserable since the misunderstanding of that afternoon, and now it was her fault that he had been dragged into this common fracas. Acting on the spur of the moment, she went to Randolph's room in the inn while everyone else was asleep, and knocked. "What is it, Margaret?" he asked surprised to see her. "I've come to talk to you, John," she answered, closing the door behind her. "Is something wrong?" he inquired anxiously. "No," she said, "I want to talk and in the darkness the compact was sealed with a kiss. In an excited mood, Peggy hurried to gather her trouser together during the next few days. The only person she took into her confidence, however, was Rachel Jackson, wife of the General. "If you ain't dead sure o' yourself," said Rachel, "I wouldn't be hurryin' things." "But he's going away on a three months' cruise," said Peggy. "And I do feel sure." "Why don't you get John Randolph's advice?" suggested Rachel, with apparent artlessness. Peggy gave a start, but quickly controlled herself. "John Randolph has gone home to Roanoke," she said, "and I don't know when he's coming back." It was sooner than anyone expected. One morning Randolph arrived by coach, and rushing into the inn slapping everyone on the back, asked for Peggy. No one had ever seen him in such a gay mood before, and only Rachel Jackson guessed what the real reason might be. When Peggy saw him she was so startled she did not read the obvious message in his glance. "Oh, I'm so glad you've come," she said. "There's something very important I must ask you." of the city before, and when was admitted to the residence lady of dubious bearing she led her surroundings carefully. Are was something peculiar but the beautifully designed orations, and an air of secrecy invaded the house. Waiting back drawn curtains, Peggy heard a visitor arrive. When his voice raised in dispute, she recogged it as John Randolph's. He telling the woman in charge must leave the city at once. Devied by a nimpulse, she stepped Randolph was thunderstruck see her in such a notorious case. What are you doing here, Marat? he cried. I came here alone, to meet a gentleman," she replied calmly. Who is he?" he demanded. She refused to answer. But when Senator produced a pistol from pocket and said he would wait all the other man arrived, sheided discretion was the better out of courage, and permitted him been dragged into this common fracas. Acting on the spur of the moment, she went to Randolph's room in the inn while everyone else was asleep, and knocked. "What is it, Margaret?" he asked surprised to see her. "I've come to talk to you, John," she answered, closing the door behind her. "Is something wrong?" he inquired anxiously. "No," she said, "I want to talk about ourselves. I want to tell you the truth—about myself. I don't know how you feel, John, but I love you." "You love me?" he echoed, for once devoid of his customary assurance. "Yes," she replied. "You seem to be the only one in Washington who doesn't know it—who hasn't known it for years." "Peggy," interrupted Randolph, "you're only nineteen." "What of that?" she cried. "No one else finds that too young. I've had several proposals. Bow Timberlake doesn't think I'm a child. And Prof. Sunderland wasn't trying to carry me off tonight to buy me toys." "Wait, Peggy," responded Randolph, "You must try to understand. What is there we can claim together? Your interests are singing, dancing, having a good time. Mine are tariffs, by-laws, states' rights. If I did love you, it could be for tonight, tomorrow or next week, but then what? You'd hate me later." "I love you," repeated Peggy with inflexible determination. Randolph hesitated a moment, looked into her eyes, seemed to come to a decision. "I'm sorry," he said, "I don't love you." "I think you're a liar, John Randolph," answered Peggy, putting her arms about him. Then, when he said nothing further, she disengaged her self and hurried from the room. Trying to forget her ever-recurring thoughts of Randolph, Peggy accepted an invitation a few nights later to attend a party at the Oxenrider Plike House. Bow Timberlake was there, smilingly attentive, also Rowdy Dow, a president suitor who had made no progress whatever in awakening Peggy's interest. Peggy's nimble feet directed her supple graceful figure around the ballroom to the music arrived by coach, and rushing into the inn slapping everyone on the back, asked for Peggy. No one had ever seen him in such a gay mood before, and only Rachel Jackson guessed what the real reason might be. When Peggy saw him she was so startled she did not read the obvious message in his glance. "Oh, I'm so glad you've come," she said. "There's something very important I must ask you." "Ask me anything at all," he said, still not suspecting. "There's a young gentleman," she said slowly, "who has spoken to me of marriage." She hesitated "It's Lieutenant Timberlake." "What advice do you want from me?" said Randolph with an effort. "Do you think I should marry?" asked Peggy. "Tell me truly—" Randolph's abnormal pride demanded he give her some sharp retort, and it was impossible for him to tell her now that he himself had returned to ask her hand. "My counsel to you," he said deliberately, "is to accept the proposal of the first presentable young man who may wish to honor you with the mantle of respectability." Peggy, her face crimson with anger and humiliation, turned away. "Very well," she flung after him, "I will marry him." The ceremony took place aboard Bow's ship, the S. S. Constitution. When the couple arrived back at the inn late at night, Bow gaily insisted on the privilege of carrying his bride to her room. Andrew Jackson heard the sounds of a friendly scuffle in the hall, and stalked from his chamber. He spied one of Peggy's shoes that had fallen, and pounded on the in the West Indies, but days later his cruise came. Concealing herself well as she could, she his things hurriedly down to the Potomac tide by. When the boat sight she brushed away and turned home. To be continue CUTTING CORN One of the guys who has a panacea for all tflathers over the mil blasphemous voice, wi first base if he ha te in on old Doe's WHISTLING IN THE KEEP UP THEIR Two or three of sponsors of the side claiming everything ru including the votes of old boys. TIN SHOW An inspector ups an creep autos which are class condition should into the junk yard. We know a family that furnished one of their bed What are you doing here, Maret?” he cried. I came here alone, to meet a tleman,” she replied calmly. Who is he?” he demanded. She refused to answer. But when Senator produced a pistol from pocket and said he would wait all the other man arrived, she ided discretion was the better of courage, and permitted him drive her home. Prof. Sunderland, when he got inkling of what had happened, did that the only way to relate himself in Peggy's favor would be an entirely new apach. Pretending complete inence, he wrote a note begging to marry him and telling her carriage would be waiting in tavern courtyard at eight that ning. Peggy had decided definitely she would not see Sunderland in, but when he came to the that night she gave way to the pulse to run down below and a word of final farewell. Sundand saw she meant it. As she tuted to leave he grasped her n and pulled her toward the church. You're not going anywhere about me!” he cried. One of the negro servants heard Peggy crying for help, and running the yard, drew her assailant my. In the struggle Sunderland received a slight knife wound. When he fled in his carriage he litated revenge, and stopping at earby grog-shop for a drink, he cocted a story of an unprovok-attack by a gigantic black man. A short time he had gathered out him a group of drunken rauders, who shouted that they could capture the negro slave and on him. Battering down the front gate of Franklin Inn, the invaders stormed premises in a spirit of mob Trying to forget her ever-recurring thoughts of Randolph, Peggy accepted an invitation a few nights later to attend a party at the Oxenrider Pike House. Bow Timberlake was there, smilingly attentive, also Rowdy Dow, a president suitor who had made no progress whatever in awakening Peggy's interest. Peggy's nimble feet directed her supple graceful figure around the ballroom to the music of flutes and harmonicas. Just as the festivities were drawing to a close, however, there was a crash of thunder, and a torrent of rain began to fall. It was decided that all the guests must remain over night. Thoughtful Frau Oxenrider, who would never risk violating the conventions, had a solution. She arranged to make use of the old New England custom of "bundling," and to sew all the girls in one mattress, all the boys in another. Peggy found herself directly opposite Bow Timberlake. His head almost touched her's. When everyone else was asleep, Bow stretched his head a few inches forward. "Peggy," he said, "I've been wondering about something." "What?" she asked. "How you could possibly slap my face if I kissed you." "I'd find a way," she said, laughing softly. There was a sharp clap of thunder. "Hear that," said Bow, "that's my heart—asking you to marry me." "Is it?" asked Peggy. "Yes," returned Bow. "Can you bend forward just a little?" Peggy's thoughts tumbled about one another wildly. Bow wanted her, and John Randolph did not. If her first choice was an impossible one, why not take second best? Silently her lips met his. We know a family that furnished one of their bed rooms entirely by collecting soap wrappers. The other seven rooms couldn't be furnished—they were too full of soap. There's always a "kick-back" to the "something for nothing" idea, and you'll find nothing with a bigger Kick-back, than the idea that you can do your own washing cheaper at home than the SANITARY can do it for you — you can't, and any of the SANITARY drivers can prove it to you in five minutes, and further it will be done with less wear on the goods, absolutely sterile, and washed in three to four different suds of IVORY soap, five to seven rinses in Zero soat water. THINK IT OVER AND PHONE Anaheim 4503, Al Johnson, Agent, for our driver to call. The Sanitary Laundry A. W. Cleaver, Mgr. K. M. Cleaver 221 to 227 W. Santa Fe Ave. FULLERTON, CALIF. Hussy by HALSEY RAINES door. When he saw that his suspicions were correct and that Peggy really was inside, he furiously demanded an explanation from Bow. "I have a perfect right to be in my husband's room," said Peggy sweetly. Jackson turned to Bow, his grizzled whiskers still quivering in anger. "None o' your sailor's tricks!" he cried. "We're really married," said Peggy. "Here are the papers." The papers handed over, they discovered later, were the ones declaring Bow an officer in good standing on the Constitution, but Jackson, without his spectacles, didn't know the difference, and accepted them as a copy of the wedding certificate. Peggy had hoped that her husband might be with her at least a month, before sailing for service in the West Indies, but only a few days later his cruising orders came. Concealing her feelings as well as she could, she packed up his things hurriedly, and went down to the Potomac to say goodbye. When the boat faded from sight she brushed away her tears and turned home. To be continued.) CUTTING CORNERS One of the guys who says he WASHINGTON SNAP-SHOTS From now until November 3 the heavy smoke screen of politics will hover above 127,000,000 Americans. Much that affects all of these persons will be done from a political viewpoint. Behind almost every public statement that is made, the political sharpshooters will peer for a political ghost. A few more days and the counting of ballots to determine who shall govern America during the company few years will be the coming few years will begin. Maine goes to the polls September 15 to elect a Governor, Senator and Members of Congress, in addition to other state offices. And the saying that "as Maine goes so goes the nation." This, like many axioms, is not entirely true but it is true that Maine may and often does definitely indicate a trend toward the final result in November. Some political observers have delved back into history and found that while it is not strictly accurate to say that Maine definitely forecasts the November results always, it is true that whenever there is a lop-sided vote one way or the other, the nation usually follows: In addition to the Maine elections, the wave of straw votes is beginning. Despite those who scoff at these, most people who know their politics watch these indicators intently. This writer recalls one cabinet officer in the Hoover Administration who stated the day after the election that although up to the final moment Total tax collections by the Bureau of Internal Revenue for the fiscal year ended June 3 amounted to $3,448,000,000. Expenditures for relief alone in the same period were $3,427,000,000. Thus the federal government spent 99 per cent of last year's internal revenue taxes on relief. That left practically nothing for ordinary operations of the government machinery. The result was that the federal debt grew by an amount almost exactly equal to relief expenditures. Another interesting fact developed in one of these "hot weather" stories is that the average cost of federal relief for every person in the country was $24.75. That is not how much was spent for each person on relief, but the average cost per citizen. In other words, each man, woman and child in the land, on the average contributed $24.75 for relief last year. The cost to individual citizens—some of whom paid special state relief taxes and some of whom did not—ranged from $12.95 in Iowa to $97.32 in Nevada. One reporter got curious about assertions that the existing federal debt would be retired by children and grandchildren of present taxpayers. Here is what he found: The post-war federal debt reached its high of $25,234,000,000 in 1919. By 1930, it had been cut down to $16,185,000,000. That was a reduction of $882,636,000 each year. in the West Indies, but only a few days later his cruising orders came. Concealing her feelings as well as she could, she packed up his things hurriedly, and went down to the Potomac to say goodbye. When the boat faded from sight she brushed away her tears and turned home. To be continued.) CUTTING CORNERS One of the guys who says he has a panacea for all the ills, who flathers over the mike in loud blasphemous voice, wouldn't get to first base if he had not tried to tie in on old Doe's coat tail. WHISTLING IN THE DARK TO KEEP UP THEIR COURAGE Two or three of the ardent sponsors of the sideshows are claiming everything running loose including the votes of the 60 year old boys. TIN SHOWER An inspector ups and says decrepit autos which are not in first class condition should be heaved into the junk yard. In addition to the Maine elections, the wave of straw votes is beginning. Despite those who scoff at these, most people who know their politics watch these indicators intently. This writer recalls one cabinet officer in the Hoover Administration who stated the day after the election that although up to the final moment he was publicly predicting re-election for Mr. Hoover, he had realized from the Literary Digest poll that defeat was inevitable. The usual summer news lull in Washington has stimulated the worries of some about debts and deficits. When news got slack, energetic newspapermen become analytical. They write what are called "hot weather stories"—stories that might be passed up when Congress is in session but which, nevertheless, are true. One that caused a lot of Washington discussion broke down last fiscal year's receipts and expenditures. It showed this: CASH PRIZES We keep you posted On Contests! Win $$ in spare time. CONTEST FLASHES, P. O. Box 1687, Hollywood, Calif. Life Dull? 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