anaheim-gazette 1950-08-28

ANAHEIM GAZETTE Published afternoons, Monday through Friday, at 259 East Center, Anaheim, California. Phone Anaheim 2206. Entered as second-class matter at the Anaheim, California, Postoffice on June 5, 1879, under the Act of March 3, 1879. The Gazette is a member of the Associated Press, the National Editorial Association, and California Newspaper Publishers Association. All rights herein are reserved. Subscriptions: 50c per month by carrier or $5 per year by carrier or mail. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS—The Associated Press is entitled exclusively to the use for republication of all the local news printed in this newspaper as well as all A.P. news dispatches. THEODORE B. KUCHEL Publisher MAX BESLER Assistant Publisher WILLARD GREGORY Editor ERNEST BEYER Assistant Editor MYLES BRADLEY Picture Editor NEIL STANLEY Advertising Manager G. E. MELLEN Assistant Advertising Manager MARY ROULAND Assistant Advertising Manager RALPH ROULAND Classified Advertising Manager Music hath charms . . . The other night there was a picnic for the local National Guard. In planning the event, someone very wisely cut the Elks Band in on the deal. So, Anaheim had the stirring spectacle of a good marching band pacing a parade of soldiers down the streets. The Elks Band is a darn good outfit. It shows people have worked—and worked hard—to make it attractive with an ultra high degree of showmanship and musicianship. All of which brings up the point of this essay: Why doesn't Anaheim have a regular band concert in the park? A really good band concert, that is, on perhaps a weekly basis during the summer? Would the city have to pay the bandsmen? Of course, but, surprisingly enough, the sum would be relatively small in comparison with all the pleasure the folks would derive from the concerts. Some of you may then say that the Elks Band played in the park a couple of months ago and there was a small audience. Answer: A band concert on a hit-and-miss basis gets absolutely no-where. Like many another great cultural project an audience must be cultivated. How is it done? Simply by a long series of concerts. Get around to the third or fourth concert and you'll have a big (and enthusiastic) house. Too, to put on the finishing touches: The Elks Band is a darn good outfit. It shows people have worked—and worked hard—to make it attractive with an ultra high degree of showmanship and mucianship. All of which brings up the point of this essay: Why doesn't Anaheim have a regular band concert in the park? A really good band concert, that is, on perhaps a weekly basis during the summer? Right here in the city of Anaheim we have the best organizational band in this neck of the woods: The Elks Band. We have parks and other places for them to perform. We have an audience: Everybody loves a band! Then, what prevents us from having a series of public concerts? The answer is money. Where could the money be obtained to support a band? From city funds (and there are other sources.) to injure him in the estimation of the people by falsely stating that he (Bailey) was put forward in the interests of County division. G. L. Russell next occupied the platform. He asserted his belief that his defeat before the Democratic convention was due to Messrs. Ryan and Rowan, and he is doing everything he can to defeat these gentlemen. He said this is the second time in 30 years that he has scratched the Democratic ticket. Messrs. Stephen M. White and H. T. Hazard made effective addresses. Theodore Lynill was the last speaker. He contrasted the merits of the candidates upon the different tickets, and his conclusions were in favor of the Independent candidates. Fifty pupils were in attendance at the opening of the Primary school last Monday. A large load of provisions for the Chinamen at work on the water ditch was forwarded to them this morning. 50 Years Ago The Honorable James Carson Needham, representative in Congress from the Seventh district of California was renominated to that office by the Republican congressional convention at Coronado Beach on Monday. Delegates were present from Orange, Riverside, San Diego, Merced, Tulare, Madera, Kings, San Benito, Fresno, Stanislaus and Kern. Ninety-eight delegates were present in all. The delegation representing Orange county were: Frank Shanley, J. W. Duckworth, H. L. Hale, Cash Harvey, D. S. McHenry, Walter Robinson, E. S. Wallace, J. N. Bill and H. J. Forgy. Senator Smith of Kern was chosen chairman and made a very good speech in support of the principals of the Republican party. Resolutions were adopted indors- 25 Years Ago Delegates to the state convention of the American Legion were named at Tuesday night's meeting of the Anaheim Post. They are R. E. Smith, H. D. McFarland, H. C. Wilhelm, Ed Backs, Earl Fulfer and Jimmie Heffron. The convention will be held at Catalina next month. The home of L. C. McClelland on South Lemon street was ransacked by burglars Wednesday night while the family was absent. A quantity of clothing and a Shrine emblem amounting to $100 in value were taken. After a six months tour of the east, Mr. and Mrs. Edgar J. Hartung have reached home, but are preparing for a trip to Mexico. They visited 39 states and have a better knowledge of Uncle Sam's domain than they had six months ago. The city of Anaheim will be the first municipality in Orange county to take advantage of the new cemetery funding law, if plans of citizens are successful. When the details are worked out, about half a million dollars will be raised by direct taxation, to be used to improve the present cemetery, purchase additional land, and buy interest bearing securities for the perpetual maintenance of the cemetery. The funding bill was fathered by Assemblyman S. C. Hartranft. Dr. Lloyd Bailey of San Francisco came down on Saturday and spent the week end with his mother, Mrs. G. H. Bailey and his sister, Mrs. W. K. Humbert of Phoenix, who are spending the summer at Long Beach. He returned home Tuesday accompanied by Mrs. Bailey for a short visit. Now look I protested, "we a nice farm in Maryland; the Potomac river flowing past our front door. Why we leave it? Let's forget gallivanting about the country; take life easy at home." Vacation Cows Mrs. P. let out something to a snort at this. "You have a deadline day with a column seven o'clock," she said. "Yet now on vacation you want to take two deadlines a day—cows!" "I realize they have to be ed twice a day," I admitted ferring to my prize bovine friend "But at least they don't ask your autograph." "Besides cows don't talk tics," I continued. "And they complain—except when you their calf away. They don't worry over what you say them, the way Senator By Virginia does. And they make long-winded speeches." Congressman Jacobs of Indiana. Maybe I shouldn't have so much. I felt guilty afterward. Because in the eased for—two deadlines a day. Usually when it comes to things as Senator Taft, Mr win the argument. But she suddenly yielded. "It's your vacation," she "and I guess you're entitled what you want. So if you cows, we'll vacation with cows." So we did, and on the w think Mrs. P. enjoyed it. Filling the Silo Of course, she didn't end when the bull got loose and DID YOU KNOW — ? — - WE WERE FIRST! WE STARTED AVIATION THE STEAM ENGINE TELEPHONES STEAMBOATS PHOTOGRAPHY MOTION PICTURES RADIO AND TELEVISION — -BUT— -YOU STARTED THE KOREAN WAR ! WASHINGTON — Every year at vacation time there is a argument in the Pearson fam—not about Senator Taft—but what to do during our nation. The little woman naturally wants to get away from home. For some strange reason she comes to feel she should get away from three meals a day, hits in the piano and musical tickets under the radiator. And with her boys just coming off shift age, she wanted to get off the Maine woods or the mountains where we could forget about Korea, and the woes the world. In the whole I didn't blame her being almost as disagreeable my home as I am to Congress, I confess that I put up an amendment. If we go to some beach resort," Mr. Folks in the hotel may be whispering 'there's a fellow that President Truman used a so-and-so. Or nice oldies will be wanting autographs, and every amateur politician in place will be claiming he can predictions better than I and will want to stay up all night to prove it. On brief," I concluded, "It'd just like Washington." But that's your public," read Mrs. P., "and you know neatly well down deep in your heart that you wouldn't be happy about your public. If the little boy and the old ladies in hotel offices didn't come up and ask why your autograph you'd think they were slipping." Now look I protested, "we have nice farm in Maryland with Potomac river flowing right out our front door. Why should leave it? Let's forget about diverting about the country and life easy at home." just as bellicose as Senator McCarthy, though his name happens to be Harry 'Truman. You see, I name the bulls for my various "admirers," one of whom is Senator McKellar. It was with considerable regret this summer that we finally sent Senator McKellar to Baltimore and the sausage factory. I had come to be quite fond of the old Senator; but like his namesake from Tennessee, he had become quite ornery, and we had to snip him off. Admit also that Mrs. P. probably didn't get any vacation thrill over my filling the silo. In the old days when labor was so scarce we had to use German prisoners, she used to help out by driving a truck. But this summer, thanks to a new Holland crop harvester, we got the silo filled in no time, and she didn't have to help. A few years ago, we used to spend a week of backbreaking toll, cutting down corn, stooping over to pick up the bundles, loading it on trucks and feeding it into an ensilage cutter. But this year thanks to the forage crop harvester, the crop was automatically picked up in the field, chewed into fine bits, spewed in trucks and then blown up into the silo. Instead of 20 men for a week, we used six men for four days. That's what labor-saving machinery has done to the farm. However, Mrs. P. did have quite a time with her dog, which finally brought forth two pups, compared with my cat which had three kittens. And farm life was not entirely dull. We took in a swell movie, "The Lawless;" sued Fred Howser, the Attorney General of California for $500,000 (he having sued me for $300,000); and entertained King Peter of Yugoslavia, a very democratic little guy who was just as courteous in meeting our cook as in meeting a Senator. Oh, yes, I forgot to say that in order not to be too hardhearted, I took Mrs. P. up to Long Island Colony Quips We have stated in this column, many times, and have been criticized in some quarters, that the "cheaper fruit" contract of the Exchange with Minute Maid tended to reduce the price of every Valencia orange in southern California, in or out of the big co-op. We were the first ones to bring this to our reader's attention (a nice way to say we scooped 'em, but bad.) In this whole area. We have never been shown an error in this statement. Jack Fox of Minute Maid, back home in Florida, said he had come out here to look for cheaper fruit and had found it. We don't blame Mr. Fox, for as Mr. Wilcox said, he is in business to make a profit. At the time Mr. Fox came out here to California his company was paying as high as $84 a ton for fruit to make into frozen concentrate. We don't blame him for thinking over four cents a pound to the grower was a little too high. But, by the same token, the price the Exchange is selling fruit to processors and the fruit which goes into Minute Maid is far too low. And this we lay right on the doorstep of the California Fruit Growers Exchange. Not in a malicious way, but, we hope, with more force than can be answered with form letter number three. Let us quote from a letter by the Eadington Fruit Co. sent out to their growers. This company has the largest house prorate in California and also operates its own affiliated juice plant. They left the Exchange last year. Read this and you will see that in actual practice they are experience... Directly well down deep in your heart that you wouldn't be happy about your public. If the little bus and the old ladies in hotelries didn't come up and ask for your autograph you'd think they were slipping." Now look I protested, "we have nice farm in Maryland with Potomac river flowing right to our front door. Why should leave it? Let's forget about diverting about the country and life easy at home." Vacation Cows Mrs. P. let out something akin to snort at this. You have a deadline every day with a column seven days a week," she said. "Yet now on your station you want to take on deadlines a day—cows!" I realize they have to be milk-wice a day," I admitted, reeling to my prize bovine friends. At least they don't ask for autograph. Besides cows don't talk politically," I continued. "And they don't explain—except when you take or calf away. They don't even worry over what you say about them, the way Senator Byrd of Virginia does. And they don't use long-winded speeches likegressman Jacobs of Indiana." Maybe I shouldn't have argued much. I felt guilty about it forward. Because in the end we led for—two deadlines a day. Usually when it comes to such things as Senator Taft, Mrs. P., the argument. But this suddenly yielded. It's your vacation," she said, and I guess you're entitled to do it you want. So if you want us, we'll vacation with the rest. So we did, and on the whole I took Mrs. P. enjoyed it. Filming the Silo Of course, she didn't enjoy it on the bull got loose and acted kittens. And farm life was not entirely dull. We took in a swell movie, "The Lawless;" sued Fred Howser, the Attorney General of California for $500,000 (he having sued me for $300,000); and entertained King Peter of Yugoslavia, a very democratic little guy who was just as courteous in meeting our cook as in meeting a Senator. Oh, yes, I forgot to say that in order not to be too hardhearted, I took Mrs. P. up to Long Island where we took in the trotting races at George Morton Levy's beautiful Roosevelt Raceway, visited my old boss, Herbert Bayard Swope, and my old student, Ernest Cuneo, went sailing on the sound and relaxed generally. Committe O.K.'s public information officer of the Sixth Army, comprised the army's sub-regional headquarters here. The army, on President Truman's orders, took over the nation's rail systems yesterday after a strike planned by trainmen and conductors threatened to paralyze operations. Sidle said orders were "merely to set up and do anything required to keep the lines running as usual, with supplies moving toward the Korean war front." KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS MEET TONIGHT Knights of Columbus will hold their 21st district meeting tonight at St. Boniface hall. Dinner time is 7:30. Guest speaker for the evening will be Gordon Olivar, football coach at Loyola University. Olivar's talk will be supplemented with moving pictures. All members are urged to attend. Britain has 80 gliding schools, with more than 700 instructors. Let us quote from a letter by the Eadington Fruit Co. sent out to their growers. This company has the largest house prorate in California and also operates its own affiliated juice plant. They left the Exchange last year. Read this and you will see that in actual practice they are experiencing things this column warned (sic) growers about months before this season started. Just listen to this from an operating fruit concern: "As you undoubtedly know, the fresh fruit market has been, and is, most disappointing. Shippers as a whole have apparently not realized that we can no longer ship 1300 to 1500 cars per week and sell them at a profit. In our own operation the past few weeks, we have sent more than half of the fruit handled to the juice plant, and even at that we are only realizing approximately juice prices for the portion we are shipping as fresh fruit. Off grades sent to the eastern markets by other shippers are selling at low prices, often at red ink, and are depressing the whole market. "The picture on juice fruit is entirely different. Our customers for frozen concentrate are anxious for our product, and would like much more than we will be able to produce. We are putting up, we are sure, the best frozen concentrate to ever come out of California, and we hope we can help reestablish the reputation for California fruit which has suffered so much the past two years. The market for California juice fruit is, of course, set by the Exchange. We have been urging them to increase the price charged for fruit suitable for concentrate, but as yet they have not seen this is most important present price, compared winter's in Florida, bargain to the larger and a bargain at you. Mr. Fox, president Maid, surely made our do some nice backflush just afraid that a lot of growers cannot stand of that kind of business. A grower joins the of his choice in order more dough for his because a big organ buy him a wristwatch is no reason for him; them if they don't get for his fruit—and more Valencias to. We like everybody grower who takes less cents a pound, net for soluble solids is a. Tell the boys what Hire the boys who enough to get it. There you have it no steps." Hal Boyle KOREA, UP—There is bandit-hunting in the air over Korea as well as on the ground. And the quarry isn't always Yaks (fast Russian-made fighter planes). American artillerymen use cub grasshopper planes to circle over the front lines and spot enemy field guns and tanks. And some believe the reds have somehow managed to obtain a few cub planes of their own which they paint with American markings and send up to pinpoint allied batteries for their gunners. This may sound fantastic but in war anything is possible and the communist north Koreans have proved to be tricky as well as tough fighters—skilled at all kinds of camouflage. One day by accident I went along on a trip trying to track down one of the enemy aerial false pretenders. I was flying with Lt. Don A. Morgan, 27, of White Sulphur Springs, W. Va., over the Naktong river battlefront. We were in an unarmed T-6 "mosquito" and our mission was to direct speedy fighter planes to enemy tank hideouts. After Lt. Morgan had sent down two flights of fighters to their targets we suddenly got a new task. Heavy fire was falling intermittently behind our lines and the ground control officer called us on the radio. I clamped on a headset and heard him say: "Every time one of those cubs flies over our battery we get some enemy rounds into our positions here. Can you check and see whether they have slip-pistol," he said. "And if I could not get him that way we could have got behind him and rannel his rudder with our prop. That would knock him down." The iceicles began to coalesce on my spine again at riding in a plane another plane in propeller. The man and firm unmixed up in another hunt, I decided to be in a B-36 bomber engines and lots of guns. They aren't using any B-30 bombs in this theater. But I am in no hurry. I can wait. Paint Company (Continued from Page 1) pany's new Western Division will be Edward S. Hawkins, now director of automotive finishes at Detroit. J. H. Parsons, vice-president and Paul Kellar, assistant in charge of production in the Detroit plant negotiated the property purchase with Mr. Paul Greening of Norwalk, owner. The Austin company, Jack Mandigo Agent, represented the principals in the sale of the property. Paul Kellar has taken up temporary residence in Anaheim and will take charge of putting the plant in operation and supervise plant improvements. Principal additions consist of construction of a tank farm and installation of electric apparatus and overhead sprinkler system. Mr. Kellar said every effort is being made to rush plant to completion by November 1. Ed Robertson, the company's assistant director of personnel, who is now in the process of moving to Anaheim, will be first Anaheim plant executive to arrive. After Lt. Morgan had sent down two flights of fighters to their targets we suddenly got a new task. Heavy fire was falling intermittently behind our lines and the ground control officer called us on the radio. I clamped on a headset and heard him say: "Every time one of those cubs files over our battery we get some enemy rounds into our positions here. Can you check and see whether they have slipped a bandit in among our boys up there?" "Roger," said Lt. Morgan. "If there's one around we will find him for you." He banked the mosquito dizzily and were off on our unusual sky quest. There were four grasshoppers in the area, all widely-separated and swooping and fluttering about like wind blown butterflies. One by one, we stalked them, flying up until our wings were only a few feet away. It gave you a feeling that both planes were hanging motionless in the air from two strings. The propellers buzzed noisily but you had no sense of movement. In each case the cubs held two men who looked at us first in starfled wonder and then waved cheerfully. Morgan looked them over carefully until he was satisfied they were American. Then he waved back and we wheeled on to the next one. The Lieutenant was enjoying the chase and so was I until we started after the fourth grasshopper. It was dipping and circling so much that I began to feel it was dodging us. And then I remembered that our own plane was unarmed. We drew up even with the last plane but the pilot was looking the other way. Morgan edged grinly nearer and I could see suspicion on his features. Tiny icicles began to gather on my spine. What would we do if the other pilot was a North Korean? Just then he turned and I found myself looking into the eyes of a carrot-topped youth with a freckled face split by a grin as wide as Texas. Morgan waved and reported in to the ground control officer: "All the cubs up here look like ours. The last one only had one man in it but he is one of our boys—unless the reds sent a red with red hair and freckles." "Roger and thanks," replied the ground control officer disappointedly. When we landed I asked Moran of putting the plant in operation and supervise plant improvements. Principal additions consist of construction of a tank farm and installation of electric apparatus and overhead sprinkler system. Mr. Kellar said every effort is being made to rush plant to completion by November 1. Ed Robertson, the company's assistant director of personnel, who is now in the process of moving to Anaheim, will be first Anaheim plant executive to arrive. All employees will be hired from Anaheim with exception of the executives who will be moved from Detroit. When in full production, within next two years, the plant is expected to have near 100 men on its local payroll. Mr. Kellar said his company was well pleased with Anaheim and impressed with the cordial reception given company officials by the City officials, Chamber of Commerce, Management and Planning Commission. Mr. Kellar also stated his company had serviced western automotive industry by HIT N' RUN AP Newsfeatures 9-28 SEE. THEY CAN'T DRAFT ME AGAIN! Morgan waved and reported in to the ground control officer: "All the cubs up here look like ours. The last one only had one man in it but he is one of our boys—unless the reds sent a red with red hair and freckles." "Roger and thanks," replied the ground control officer disappointedly. When we landed I asked Morgan what he would have done if he had found one of our planes was a bandit. "Oh, I could have opened my canopy and shot at him with my yet they have not seen fit to do so. This is most unfortunate, as our present price, compared with last winter's in Florida, represents a bargain to the large distributors, and a bargain at your expense." Mr. Fox, president of Minute Maid, surely made our "freshmen" do some nice backflips. We are just afraid that a lot of California growers cannot stand much more of that kind of business. A grower joins the organization of his choice in order to realize more dough for his fruit. Just because a big organization will buy him a wristwatch "hulsel" is no reason for him to stay with them if they don't get him money for his fruit—and not kick. These "hired hands" at the top had better be told a few of the facts of life before they "sell" any more Valencias to Jack Fox. We like everybody but any grower who takes less than 50 cents a pound, net on the tree, for soluble solids is a —phool. Tell the boys what you want. Hire the boys who are smart enough to get it. There you have it in two simple steps. IT'S AN EXCELLENT PHOTO, RODNEY, IT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU----TERRIBLE !