anaheim-gazette 1950-10-25

ANAHEM 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. Subscription: 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 BEULER Assistant Publisher WILLIAM 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 Civilian disaster control... The Civil Defense committee of the Anaheim American Legion has sent a letter to the Anaheim City Council offering the services of the organization in planning, manning, and operating a civilian defense and disaster control system for Anaheim. You might think that such a thing is a useless gesture—because here sits Anaheim secure and isolated from foreign wars. Well, maybe and maybe not. If we have learned anything from events of the past 10 years it is that we must expect the unexpected. Consequently, Anaheim should have a blueprint of disaster control. Why is this thing necessary? It is becoming more and more and other disasters. All this doesn't mean we need an elaborate physical set-up of buildings, wires, and bomb shelters. Or, regular drills and regimentation of citizens. But, if does mean that a detailed "handbook" should be prepared which would cover all phases of an emergency: either enemy inspired or a natural disaster. This plan could set forth exactly what organization would be whipped into shape in the event of trouble, where the man power would come from, where the money, materials, facilities, would be obtained to overcome the emergency. And, there could be a skeleton organization which would consult EN ROUTE, ON WEST COAST—I do not know what his family will have written on the gravestone of Henry L. Stimson, who died last week, but I do know what I would say. I would write "Here lies a man who, when others gave up hope,- labored the peace of his fellow men." Henry L. Stimson was Secretary of State in the Hoover administration when I was a young new paperman covering the State Department. At first a critic, I got to respect and love him and consider him a great man. As I look back on it I ashamed of the way I sometimesheckled Mr. Stimson. Bill Fly of the I.N.S. and Lyle Wilson of the U.P. and I used to think all sorts of embarrassing questions to ask him at press conference. And once I induced the late K rello La Guardia, then a memoir of Congress, to tack an amendment on the War Department appropriations bill whereby no money could be spent for Stimson military aide. A Secretary of State, entrusted with keeping peace, did not need a military air force. The House of Representatives vowed it—though the Senate reversed the House and restored the appropriation. Looking back on it, and considering the great things Stimson was for peace, he was entitled to extravagance of a military aid if it tickled his vanity. Strove Hard of Peace Mr. Stimson was a queer nature. He was Secretary of War two cabinets—Taft's and FDR's. He believed in and fought for You might think that such a thing is a useless gesture—because here sits Anaheim secure and isolated from foreign wars. Well, maybe and maybe not. If we have learned anything from events of the past 10 years it is that we must expect the unexpected. Consequently, Anaheim should have a blueprint of disaster control. Why is this thing necessary? It is becoming more and more possible for foreign bombers to cover the United States from bases outside our hemisphere. A prime target would be the industrial and harbor areas of Los Angeles. We think some of the boys loosing the bombs would be slightly inaccurate and would scatter some of the explosives. That would present Anaheim not only with some reconstruction problems but with problems of traffic in and out of the disaster area. And, we would have homeless neighbors. Another danger: sabotage. And, a city is always exposed to earthquakes, wind damage, fire, tailed "handbook" should be prepared which would cover all phases of an emergency: either enemy inspired or a natural disaster. This plan could set forth exactly what organization would be whipped into shape in the event of trouble, where the man power would come from, where the money, materials, facilities, would be obtained to overcome the emergency. And, there could be a skeleton organization which would consult from time to time to just sort of "keep in practice" and up-to-date on the latest in disaster control. All of this should not be too tough because the county, state, and federal governments have established bureaus to help with civilian defense. The big thing to overcome is the present apathy against making the effort to prepare the blueprints for disaster control. Civic groups and individual citizens should give a little thought to the problem and react favorably if called upon for a little assistance. It is good insurance. But let's hope we never have to collect on it. Calling a bluff... Governor Warren has always shown deep concern for individual justice, but he felt—and rightly so—that the attempt of the so-called Civil Rights Congress to intercede on behalf of a condemned criminal who had repeatedly been convicted of major crimes was making a mockery of justice. The Governor pointed out that the Civil Rights Congress was not interested in the man himself but rather sought to use him as "an instrument to commit sabotage on our courts and institutions." The Civil Rights Congress implied that the condemned man, a negro, had been "railroaded" because of his racial origin. Mr. Warren pointed out that this simply wasn't fact. The record showed him to be a five time loser who was condemned to die for no other reason than his own crimes. The aim of the Civil Rights Congress however was to create the impression both here and abroad of abuse of minority groups as part of the propaganda to misrepresent America. While not all the problems of minority groups have been solved their responsible leaders recognize that vast progress is being made and nothing constructive can be achieved by the phoney appeal which seeks to make a martyr out of an incorrigible member of their group. IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of the Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago Blanken wants his cane back. There is a four-bits reward. The bridges on Centre street are in a very bad condition. They need 50 Years Ago Charles E. Rice of Pomona and Miss Jessie Cleaver, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. K. Cleaver of Santa Ana, were married on Thursday at the home of the bride's parents. Looking back on it, and considering the great things Stimson did for peace, he was entitled to extravagance of a military aid if it tickled his vanity. Strove Hard of Peace Mr. Stimson was a queer nature. He was Secretary of War two cabinets—Taft's and FDR. He believed in and fought for sound military establishment. The real mark he left on history was through his untiring, unlenting, never-ending efforts to peace. Almost unaided he staged a forty-year struggle to rectify the injustices of the Versilles Treaty and stave off the forces which he saw all to clearly wore hurtling toward war. An age was dying—an age of international optimism, of disarmament drives and good will, the termath of the war to end war. Age was dying, and Henry L. Stimson, sensing the impending trenchy, struggled almost alone to get it renewed life. Stimson became Secretary State just after Frank B. Kellogg-Briley Pact to outlaw war. That pact led no teeth and no supporting chinery, and Stimson, sincerely lying in what Kellogg had written, strove to make it work. Rizing the setback that Republican Isolationists had given the world when they vetoed the League Nations, he tried to atone for the mistake. It was an uphill battle. For chief in the White House, Herbert Hoover, disagreed with him. Did most of the GOP hierarchy did many of the diplomats around him in the State Department. Set pace for World I was with him in London during the Naval Conference when he strove to put across a "constative pact." The pact merged the United States to "co-sult" in case war threatened, with no obligation to use troops or even diplomatic pressure. Yet a nerve Herbert Hoover in the White House turned it down. Before he died, however, Herbert L. Stimson saw his government consult with the United Nation over one brief week end and proclaimed a historic resolution creating an international army to block a gregation in Korea. Furthermore, this historic act was taken in the same contagion corner of the world—Manchuria where 19 years earlier Stimson... IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of the Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago Blankenf wants his cane back. There is a four-bits reward. The bridges on Centre street are in a very bad condition. They need a thorough overhauling. The new cottage hospital being built by Dr. James Ellis, M.D., on Lemon street, is receiving the finishing touches from the carpenters. Mr. R. J. Brierly is in town today for the purpose of gauging brandy for the distillers. The land agent was busy today showing unoccupied tracts to prospective settlers. The corn crop in Westminster is shelling out beyond all expectations. Parties are daily visiting that section in search of land. Mr. Goldstein is turning out an excellent brew of beer. Eight cars o. paving stones came down from San Fernando yesterday. They are to be used as ballast on the S.P.R.R. track near Anaheim. Talton T. Hill has been quite sick for the last few weeks at the home of his father. We learn that he is recovering rapidly and will soon be out again. They don't appear to want a water district in Orange. At the election yesterday only eight votes were polled in favor of creating a district, and one hundred and nine against. 50 Years Ago Charles E. Rice of Pomona and Miss Jessie Cleaver, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. K. Cleaver of Santa Ana, were married on Thursday at the home of the bride's parents. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. J. H. Cooper. Mr. and Mrs. Rice will make their home in Pomona. Mrs. F. Ruhman is expected home on Sunday from a two month's visit with relatives and friends in New York and Pittsburgh. W. M. McFadden has returned from the Masonic Grand Lodge in San Francisco. He is in poor health due to asthma and a touch of heart trouble. The ladies of the Turnverein gave a banquet and ball at Turner hall on Saturday evening in honor of the victories won by members of the local verein at the recent annual turnfest at San Diego. Music was furnished by Goepper's orchestra of Santa Ana. Six charming young ladies were selected to crown the victorious turners with wreaths of laurel. Turnward Hohnfeller, Joe Backs, Fritz Yungbluth, Captain Ahlborn and Pete Syre secured the prizes. Two long tables were spread with an array of dainty edibles and, after the supper was partaken of, the tables were cleared away and a social hop was enjoyed. 25 Years Ago Supervisor Wm. Schumacher is giving his constituents many fine paved roads in his district and many of the district roads are being regraded. It is current rumor that the highways in the This district compare favorably with the best in the state. In the great game of baseball at Washington Sunday, in which the Washington Americans defeated the Pittsburgh Nationals by score of 4 to 0, the two leading players on the Washington team were former Orange county boy Walter Johnson, the pitcher learned to play baseball at Olinda, Fulton and Anaheim, and Ruel, the catcher, began his career at Orange. Mrs. Eva Lyons Smith of We Orangethorpe avenue is in the Anaheim Sanitarium, having undergone a surgical operation several days ago. Latest reports indicate that she is progressing as well as could be expected, although her condition has been critical. Mrs. George Vayo and Mrs. Ross Harrison are in Los Angeles today on a shopping expedition and will attend a matinee. YOURS RE'C'D AND CONTENTS NOTED ROUTE, ON WEST COAST I do not know what his family have written on the grave of Henry L. Stimson, who last week, but I do know he would say. I would write: "Lies a man who, when all gave up hope, labored for peace of his fellow men." Henry L. Stimson was Secretary in the Hoover administration when I was a young newsman covering the State Dept. At first a critic, I grew respect and love him and to her him a great man. I look back on it I am used of the way I sometimes told Mr. Stimson. Bill Flythe, I.N.S. and Lyle Wilson of P. and I used to think up ways of embarrassing questions him at press conferences. Since I induced the late Florida Guardia, then a member congress, to tack an amendment on the War Department operations bill wherely no monarch be spent for Stimson's busy aide. A Secretary of entrusted with keeping the did not need a military aide. House of Representatives voted though the Senate reversed house and restored the approating back on it, and consid- the great things Stimson did face, he was entitled to the vagance of a military aide—reckled his vanity. Strove Hard of Peace Stimson was a queer mixde was Secretary of War in cabinets—Taft's and FDR's. brother Leon phoned him, suggesting that he make a recording of his criticism of Senator McCarthy. Courteously, Stimson declined. "I am not well," he said. "I am making a great effort to keep going. I've come to where I can't do that sort of thing any more. I've got to take care of myself very closely. I have bad arthritis and am on crutches most of the time." His voice was fairly firm as he said this. Then, almost with a chuckle, he added: "Are you Drew Pearson's brother? Well, give him my regards. He used to make me sweat sometimes." Then Henry Stimson, physically crippled, but serene in the knowledge that he had pioneered peace for his fellow men, quietly passed away. Colony Quips The California citrus grower is the least informed farmer we have in America. He has less to say and his participation in the handling and merchandising of his crop is almost nil. He has no real source of information, except perhaps, a visit to his packing house manager whose business it is to pick, handle and physically get the fruit into channels where it is traded for money. These managers usually have a barrel of things to take care of and can't be in a position to tell the grower much about the facts of life except at the end of the season when all the money is ready to pay out. The manager also can only estimate what the selling agency will take out so that is a poor ing the stuff we have been dishing out here. We have heard some things along this line that sound funny. We have a request to make of our readers: when you shop in Anaheim stores which advertise in the Gazette will you please mention that you are a reader of this column and that you look with favor on merchants who advertise in the Anaheim Gazette. Thank you very much. You might tell our Anaheim merchants that whenever they see fit to use the advertising columns of the Gazette they make a hit with you because you know that the Gazette has finer flavor, richer juice and no seeds. This is no BB&B! BB&B stands for that time honored system of hoodwinking the grower that has been so popular in California citrus circles. It has worked to perfection in many, many cases and was thought to be fool-proof by many in the upper echelons of the business. But of late it has been losing its effectiveness. Youo see the signs of that on every hand. A literal translation would be: baloney, bungling and bull. The first and last B is fed to the grower and the middle is not mentioned. Don't forget to tell Anaheim merchants that the Gazette has the best juice for advertising use and that we will put his advertising before the people we hope have more money from their citrus. That is why we write this column. Not only on account of Mr. Prizer and his pals. and yokked at Ethel Loved every minute of Pa liked the Berlin songs she duBois scenery and book, we found it plenty and in spots better than Sure, if you want to go cal about it, there were when nothing much had stage; but thanks to Gabbott's direction it generally pened pretty fast, and the show in toto—and let it through the rose-cold of Joe Mezzanine — was pleasant enough evening. Come to think of it comes to most things I'm glad I'm a babe in instead of a reforestation Take painting, for instance were an authority on an ably wouldn't give Utrille look—his sunshiny street would seem pretty cornny to the inspired grotesque a Bracque or Picasso; however, I'm an art-form man, and so the gay little which hangs on my din wall continues to look plum to me. The same lowbrow logic my taste in music—I'm but a hepster in that deed and so the glissandi of waltz, although it may o sensibilities of a Beethoven are still tops on my per Parade. And I have the s affection for the clip-clop of Rudyard Kipling, even by high-falutin standard may be small spuds cone the elegant gymnastics Elliot. Kipling's Fuzzy-an old friend of mine; E Prufrock I find plain fuzz. I guess it boils down when it comes to the art or otherwise. I like cavia as the next fancy-pants a steady diet my taste ripe to hot dogs and soda pop. And for this good and reason, I guess I'll always clined to see the fun raft the flags in show-like of information, except perhaps, a visit to his packing house manager whose business it is to pick, handle and physically get the fruit into channels where it is traded for money. These managers usually have a barrel of things to take care of and can't be in a position to tell the grower very much about the facts of life except at the end of the season when all the money is ready to pay out. The manager also can only estimate what the selling agency will take out so that is a poor place to go. The manager, in most cases, is willing and anxious to be of any service he can to his growers. During most of the season he is at the house early and late. But if Mr. Wilcox sells fruit "cheaper" to Minute Maid then there is nothing the packing house manager can do about it. He must, in most cases, like it, too, even though it makes him sick at his stomach. He knows some of his growers will take it out on him and he won't eve be able to defend himself. A higher power can still spank the manager and the grower must be mollified, too. Catch on? A terrible system. And there are new contracts out now. With more teeth in them. And do the rank and file of growers know anything about these contracts which control his fruit? Not one single thing. A system like that will tear itself down without any help from us. Or do you still belong to the Prizer school of thought? To get clear on this all you have to do is to answer this question: is the grower entitled to know all the facts that concern his pocketbook in the handling and sale of his oranges? If you answer this one with a "yes" then you can go on reading this column with an open mind. If your answer is "no" then you line up with those who will stop at nothing to stop you from hear- One of the things I'm glad I ain't is a dramatic critic—and don't get jumpy: this isn't going to be another of those tired tirades against the gents who separate the clicks from the clucks. In my book, the New York play reviewers—bless their little hearts and peashooters—are a smart set of hombres, and the cultural itching powder they spread around has a lot to do with our theatre being up to scratch. Nevertheless, I'm glad I ain't one of them, and to show you what I mean let's take the case of "Call Me Madam," the new musical which opened the other week. Had I gone to the Imperial Theatre opening night in the line of duty, chances are I would have written up the show as most of the reviewers did—part holler-out and part ho-hum. As a conscientious workman, I would have had to point out that the score didn't compare with "Kiss Me, Kate" or "South Pacific; that its love story was as old as knock-knees, and that as a political lampoon it wasn't in the same class or cosmos with "Of Thee I Sing." Fortunately, though, I wasn't working that night: Eleanor and I were wearing our gladdest rags, we'd had a nip of after dinner sherry, and we were at the Imperial for no other reason than to have a good time—no pressure, no perspicacity, no notes on the edge of the program. So we yipped Maji Bag To the Editor: Evevryone is aware of all the talk which is going the rounds that the public schools are not teaching the three Rs. Perhaps it would be well to analyze the causes for all this notoriety. In the first place, our culture has changed so much that it has become necessary to teach much more today than yesterday; the fault is not with the schools but with the way we are living. The cohesive family unit is gone. Home is a place to eat and sleep in between attendance of numerous meetings. Mothers are working. Schools are running supervised playgrounds for the children of working parents. Discipline is now a problem for the school only. In the second place, a record birth rate during the war years is now hitting the schools with terrific impact. Large numbers and inadequate facilities have greatly hindered the teacher. Almost no school building was done during the war because of shortages, and now they cannot be built fast enough. The extremely high cost of building brings on the attacks from part of the public who say that education costs too much, meanwhile forgetting the inflated dollar. Further, the constant movement of people during the last war caused a great feeling of instability in the children. Children in school today still show the effects of their constant moving. They still react like they won't be long where they are, so why settle down. This attitude is not conducive to learning. A feeling of security by the al leaders. Yet some would have us think: so. In conclusion, real educators are not greatly concerned over the so-called crisis in the American schools. They are actually teaching more today than has ever been taught before. Any school curriculum will bear this out. However, a sudden doubling of enrollment makes for quite an adjustment in the public schools. The educators have been aware of this, have been working on the problems, and will give to the public the best value for their investment in the Public Schools. MARTIN MOROCCO, Principal, Katella School. AIRPORT OPEN HOUSE LOS ANGELES (IP)—There will be open house at Los Angeles international airport Nov. 12, Air Transportation Day. Last year more than 150,000 persons visited the field to see how a major airport operates. and yokked at Ethel Merman, loved every minute of Paul Lukas, liked the Berlin songs fine, ditto the duBois scenery and costumes, and as for the Lindsay and Crouse book, we found it plenty adequate and in spots better than that. Sure, if you want to get technical about it, there were moments when nothing much happened on stage; but thanks to George Abbott's direction it generally happened pretty fast, and so, taking the show in toto—and looking at it through the rose-colored specs of Joe Mezzanine — we had a pleasant enough evening. Come to think of it, when it comes to most things cultural, I'm glad I'm a babe in the woods instead of a reforestation expert. Take painting, for instance. If I were an authority on art, I probably wouldn't give Utrillo a second look—his sunshiny street scenes would seem pretty corny compared to the inspired grotesques of a Bracque or Picasso. Happily, however, I'm an art-for-orb's-sake man, and so the gay little Utrillo which hangs on my dining room wall continues to look plenty good to me. The same lowbrow logic governs my taste in music—I'm anything but a hepster in that department, and so the glissandi of a Strauss waltz, although it may offend the sensibilities of a Beethoven lover, are still tops on my personal Hit Parade. And I have the same boob affection for the clip-clop rhymes of Rudyard Kipling, even though, by high-falutin' standards, they may be small spuds compared to the elegant gymnastics of T. S. Eliot. Kipling's Fuzzy-Wuzzy is an old friend of mine; Eliot's Mr. Prufrock I find plain fuzzy. I guess it boils down to this: when it comes to the arts, lively or otherwise, I like caviar as well as the next fancy-pants, but for a steady diet my taste runs more to hot dogs and soda pop. And for this good and sufficient reason, I guess I'll always be inclined to see the fun rather than the dumb in shows like "Call Me Slice Of Ham." may be small spuds compared to the elegant gymnastics of T. S. Ellot. Kipling's Fuzzy-Wuzzy is an old friend of mine; Eliot's Mr. Prufrock I find plain fuzzy. I guess it boils down to this: when it comes to the arts, lively or otherwise, I like caviar as well as the next fancy-pants, but for a steady diet my taste runs more to hot dogs and soda pop. And for this good and sufficient reason, I guess I'll always be inclined to see the fun rather than the flaws in shows like "Call Me Madam." Am I quarreling with the drama critics? Heck, no. I'm just darned glad they're them and I'm me. MODEST MAIDENS Trademark Registered U. S. Patent Office 10-25 BUT HOW CAN IT COST ANYTHING? YOU JUST HEARD THE MAN SAY IT WAS PRICELESS!