anaheim-gazette 1950-11-07

Anaheim Gazette TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1950 ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA ANAIEM 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 mall. 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 BEJLER 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 Hats off to the 4-H clubs... Lost to some of us in the welter of recent political campaigning was the fact that the 4-H clubs are observing National Achievement week. We of the Gazette regret that we couldn't sooner publicly recognize the achievement week of such a fine organization as the 4-H club. Here is a group of youngsters who are learning their "future trade" at an early age. By the time they reach their twenties most of these folks are farther advanced in their chosen work than people in most any type of work. Think of the great progress which would be made in the businesses and trades of the country. United States Department of Agriculture. Club projects do more than simply teach new skills. They teach habits of thrift and industry, give the members a chance to travel to fairs and shows, and to make new friends. All 4-H club members are encouraged to take an active part through their clubs in the affairs of the community and to accept a sense of responsibility for their neighborhood standards. Any boy or girl who lives in a rural community, is between the ages of 10 and 21, and whose parents are willing to assist with projects and 4-H club events, can WASHINGTON — One unwritten and unknown infusion of the Wake Island conference what General Harry Vaughan to General Douglas MacArthur came side to the vice president (though most vice presidents don't have sides) and now at the feet of the mighty However, there has been lost between Vaughan and Arthur since, and app President Truman was quite of this on the Wake Island While playing poker en home, the bemedaled militia raked in a couple of pots a man's expense, and the pr finally got a little peeved. "Clip me again," you so," he snapped, "and I'll sh back to General MacArthur keeps." Split Personality Every so often, President man drops a remark in that he considers himself personality—that there is difference between Harry T the poker-playing ex-haber and Harry Truman, the pro of the United States. Apparently he feels th IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of the Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago The horse-power corn sheller passed through town today. It will shell five hundred bushels of corn per day. It belongs to Raynes, Stone and Grey. The schooler "Prescott," Captain Cook, arrived at Anaheim Landing yesterday, twelve days from Humboldt. It reports the "May Queen" ready to sail for Anaheim Landing. The "Prescott" brought 170,000 feet of lumber for Halbertstadt & Co. A gentleman from Orange reports that new buildings are going up in every direction. Six fam They will take formal possession on next Monday. 50 Years Ago The Republican "walk-around" on Friday was the greatest political demonstration ever held in Orange county. By 8 o'clock in the morning the cavalcade of 50 Rough Riders, acting as the escort for the parade, was seen approaching the city from the south, preceding the Santa Ana band in a tally-bo discussing lively campaign music. Senator Thomas R. Bard joined the "walk around" here. Citizens in carriages from Buena Park and the country west of town kept giving the members a chance to travel to fairs and shows, and to make new friends. All 4-H club members are encouraged to take an active part through their clubs in the affairs of the community and to accept a sense of responsibility for their neighborhood standards. Any boy or girl who lives in a rural community is between the ages of 10 and 21, and whose parents are willing to assist with projects and 4-H club events, can join a 4-H club. Enrollment cards are always available at the Agricultural Extension service office, 1104 W. Eighth st., Santa Ana, Kimberly 2-6211, Extension 301. National 4-H Achievement week spotlighted the achievements of these young folks over the past year. In Orange county alone, 397 boys and girls took part in some judging and demonstration activities. About 83 club members and more than eight local volunteer leaders attended summer camp. 4-H club members preserved 840 quarts and 158 pounds of food. They made 1,365 garments and remodeled 73 others. 4-Her's produced 15½ acres of crops, cared for 18,625 head of livestock. Orange county club members also learned how to be more understanding citizens through running their own meetings, discussing their responsibilities and acting as leaders in their clubs and in community undertakings. A clue regarding this splendid sonality accidentally dropped other day when Mr. Trump talked to a senatorial friend had come to urge that he with Stalin. The president listened vively as the senator urged one wants war and that by this time knows we business will not be bad. "Why don't you arrange to Stalin at some neutral place Berlin or Teheran?" she urged. That familiar stubborn love mediately blazed in Trent eyes. "Let him come to Washington he said indignantly. 'It' that so-and-so showed some respect for the United States tired of being treated like a Truman instead of the prince of the United States. If he has nothing to say to me, he can here." Stassen to Moscow Senator Hubert Humphrey Minnesota was campaigning that state shortly after his Minnesota Harold Stassen proposed that he go to confer with Stalin. Humphrey was Orville Fry and Congressman John F. who asked: "I wonder what would be Hubert, if you or I wrote a letter to Stalin suggesting that we go to Moscow for a conference press would go wild denounce it. But it's all right if S does it." "They'd even go wild if tary Acheson or President Humphrey did it." concluded Humphrey. That conversation may have spired Humphrey to get out following punch line in a that night. "One day Stassen gets u The schooler "Prescott," Captain Cook, arrived at Anaheim Landing yesterday, twelve days from Humboldt. It reports the "May Queen" ready to sail for Anaheim Landing. The "Prescott" brought 170,000 feet of lumber for Halbertstadt & Co. A gentleman from Orange reports that new buildings are going up in every direction. Six families of one name, came to settle last week. A constant stream of people pour in intent upon finding homes. No rain fell in Orange this morning. Mr. Theodore Lynill, the popular manager of the Planters Hotel, retires from the duties as host on Monday next. We are glad to learn, however, that he will continue to be a resident of Anaheim and that it is probable that his future profession will not be entirely unconnected with law. John Goodell has sold $160 worth of castor beans, the product of three acres, and has left enough beans to realize $50 more. The stalks were so tall that he found it necessary to cut them down to get at the beans. Mr. Goodell is a very successful farmer. The trustees of the Presbyterian church desire to procure a janitor to take charge of the church and the grounds. Messrs. Bennett & Page have sold their interest in the Planters' Hotel to the Messrs. Arthur Heiman and H. L. St. John. As the former is a long time resident of Anaheim, and the latter a professor of the "art preservative," we have a two-fold interest in the success of the new firm and ask for them a continuation of the liberal patronage which has heretofore been bestowed upon the hotel. The Republican "walk-around" on Friday was the greatest political demonstration ever held in Orange county. By 8 o'clock in the morning the cavalcade of 50 Rough Riders, acting as the escort for the parade, was seen approaching the city from the south, preceding the Santa Ana band in a tally-ho discoursing lively campaign music. Senator Thomas R. Bard joined the "walk around" here. Citizens in carriages from Buena Park and the country west of town kept coming in and the town was soon filled with vehicles. Business came to a standstill and a great crowd gathered to hear the speakers. Z. B. West, chairman of the Orange County Republican Central committee, introduced the speakers. Mr. Peck of Riverside was the first. He was followed by Senator Bard, was enthusiastically received by the people. The next stop was at Fullerton where Senator Parkins caught up with the procession. The next stopping place was Placentia, where C. C. Chapman was chosen chairman. On the road from Fullerton to Placentia hundreds of school children were stationed along the roadside cheering for McKinley. At Olive dinner was served. A crowd of upwards of 1000 persons were assembled. After dinner short addresses were made by Senators Perkins and Bard and Mr. Chapman. The "Walk-around" embraced Orange, El Modena, Villa Park, and Tustin, and at 5:30 o'clock returned to Santa Ana where the festivities of the day were brought to a fitting climax by a monster political meeting addressed by Senator Parkins. The opera house was not large enough to hold the crowd, and an overflow meeting was addressed upon the street by Mr. Peck of Riverside. Miss Margaret Wilson entertained the members of the TUC club at her home on Thursday afternoon. Hubert, if you or I wrote to Stalin suggesting that we go wild denying Moscow for a conference press would go wild denying us. But it's all right if S does it." "They'd even go wild if they tary Acheson or President man did it." concluded Humphrey. That conversation may have spired Humphrey to get out following punch line in a that night. "One day Stassen gets up shouts 'send the atom boo Moscow,' proclaimed Humphrey 'next day he's back with the bomb—send Harold Ato Moscow!'" WASHINGTON — One of the written and unknown incidents at the Wake Island conference is that General Harry Vaughan said General Douglas MacArthur, so once fired him. In the early stages of the war, Vaughan, then a colonel, was pro-st marshal in Brisbane, Australia, when MacArthur yanked out of the job and sent him back to the U.S.A. Perhaps this was a lucky break for Vaughan since he then attached himself to the human committee, later become aide to the vice president (though most vice presidents can’t have aides) and now basks in the feet of the mighty. However, there has been no love between Vaughan and MacArthur since, and apparently President Truman was quite aware of this on the Wake Island flight. While playing poker en route home, the bemedaled military aide asked in a couple of pots at Truman’s expense, and the president really got a little peeved. Clip me again," you so and "he snapped, "and I’ll ship you back to General MacArthur for chips." Split Personality Every so often, President Truman drops a remark indicating that he considers himself a split personality—that there is a difference between Harry Truman, the poker-playing ex-haberdasher and Harry Truman, the president of the United States. Apparently he feels that he Oblong Views FROM AN EGG-SHAPED HEAD By WALDO HUNTER (Author of the best seller: "In Southern California, You are Treated Like A King... IF You Happen to be either an Orange or an Avocado"). BY IMPERIAL EDICT of this department, the period November 6 to 11, inclusive, has been proclaimed Linotype Operator's week. The hands of the Linotype operator have wisely been referred to as "the hands that inform the world." And this is true, if you stop to consider the fact that every letter in this (or any other) publication appears before you because a Linotype operator's finger punched a button on the keyboard of one of the most amazing devices ever to spring from the fertile (?) mind of man. To put it briefly, the Linotype is a machine which, under the guidance of its operator, transforms a molten emulsion of lead, tin and antimony into lines of type. The average machine will cease about seven lines of type of the width of this column, per minute, depending upon the inclination, the wage, and skill of the operator. The publishing plant's Linotype operator is one of its key personnel, and the next time you enter a newspaper office, need the clacking and rattling of that machine in the back ... for there is a skilled tradesman swiftly and efficiently composing words, phrases and ideas into readable form for the information of the whole world. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or denied with "lemons" in the Linotype department which cunningly break down right before deadline time, causing the publication to operate more often than is desirable in well-run plants. Even $10-an-hour mechanical surgeons from the Linotype manufacturing plant can not adjust, wheedle or cajole these highly-tooled monsters into line. I once knew of a plant which owned a "Model 5" Linotype of about 1900 vintage. This highly temperamental machine would set type only on Tuesday afternoons. The publisher wanted I to set type six days a week. He spent nearly $1000 on paris and mechanics to get the Linotype to come around to his way thinking, but no awail. Being a resourceful man, however, he finally locked the problem and solved his difficulties by diving beneath the wheels of a Mack truck. With the possible exception of Nero's fiddle act, the most expensive fracas in show business is the one currently going on between NBC and CBS over that choice hunk of television time—8 to 9 on Sunday nights. The first hint I had of this hassle was back in March when Joe McConnell, the pleasant-named bossman of NBC, stopped in one afternoon and offered me more than a modicum of moolah to produce a series of Sunday night shows in opposition to Ed Sullivan's "Toast of the Town" on CBS. I dribbled the notion variety show, based on best formula in show but up a bunch of germs have devoted a lifetime how to do one trick get out of the way and do their stuff. The high-priced getting in competition to refuse to get out of the keep hamshunting with elaborate prod micks—soup balllet contrived comic sketches Beautiful-Girls-Count mindful of the fact that with more than three legs like so many oscillating a 16-inch screen. Take what happen Gladstone-Eyes. Right Fred Allen comic this side up but even he could the gandy hash in his gram. Fred's second better—for 20 happy minutes he and Pond died up to the camp what comes natchers as I was about to congratulate wire, meandering mishmash Scotch wedding and lost in the shrimp. To prove that this is to happen, may I cit George Burns and who recently made but minus fluff and flat atmosphere was easy mal—and the outstan presentation was that were used at all. It's my bunch that Sunday night comics likewise wey, they won't much of Sullivan but... Mail B To the Editor: While reading the Anaheim's leading newspaper, I came on its section and They'd even go wild if Secretary Acheson or President Truman did it," concluded Humphrey. That conversation may have inspired Humphrey to get off the bowing punch line in a speech at night. One day Stassen gets up and puts the atom bomb to Moscow," proclaimed Humphrey, but day he's back with 'hold bomb—send Harold Stassen Moscow!' CHICAGO (F)—Detectives from the police commissioner's office apply the latest note on the use of the walkie talkie—the portable radio-telephone developed for the need forces during World War II. They found a bookies using one to ring in information on the horse races. 25 Years Ago T. F. Shea of Placentia avenue is a visitor in town this week, setting old time friends and making a number of new ones. Mr. Shea is a staunch supporter of resident Coolidge. The latching always hangs on the outseat for our good friend and neighbor James Owens, one of the prominent ranchers of this district, died day morning. Funeral services are held Monday at the chapel Backs, Terry & Campbell, inment being in Inglewood cemetery. President Coolidge has issued aclamation fixing Thursday, November 20 as a day of Thanksgiving. That is the day when the turkey will supplant the bald-headed bird in popularity. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or not, it is not out of the bounds of possibility. As any Linotype operator will tell you, the inventor of the machine was either a mad genius before he devised it, or suffered gradual mental decomposition after operating it for a period of time. The Linotype operator must be many things at the same time. He must, actually, become a part of his machine as it operates. He is just another cog. Yet he must be mentally alert, possess good hearing, be a better than average speller, a bit of a precision machinist, and one of steady nerves. To the other members of the trade, the Linotype operator is generally looked upon as an eccentric, and this view may be justifiable. Not a few operators, after flying the trade for some time, have become wife-healers, crutch-kickers, and well-poloners. At least one was known to have set fire to an orphanage. The Linotype machine itself seems almost to possess the powers of diabolical reasoning. It will often rebel against the amount of work forced upon it, and will mysteriously and unnacountably develop all sorts of mechanical malfunctions. Not the least of these is a playful little tendency to squirt jets of molten lead, heated to 550 degrees F. at humans in its immediate vicinity. Some of them, it is numored, will do this even if no operator is at the keyboard. Some printing plants are burrowed into the back...for there is a skilled tradesman swiftly and efficiently composing words, phrases and ideas into readable form for the information of the whole world. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or not, it is not out of the bounds of possibility. As any Linotype operator will tell you, the inventor of the machine was either a mad genius before he devised it, or suffered gradual mental decomposition after operating it for a period of time. The Linotype operator must be many things at the same time. He must, actually, become a part of his machine as it operates. He is just another cog. Yet he must be mentally alert, possess good hearing, be a better than average speller, a bit of a precision machinist, and one of steady nerves. To the other members of the trade, the Linotype operator is generally looked upon as an eccentric, and this view may be justifiable. Not a few operators, after flying the trade for some time, have become wife-healers, crutch-kickers, and well-poloners. At least one was known to have set fire to an orphanage. The Linotype machine itself seems almost to possess the powers of diabolical reasoning. It will often rebel against the amount of work forced upon it, and will mysteriously and unnacountably develop all sorts of mechanical malfunctions. Not the least of these is a playful little tendency to squirt jets of molten lead, heated to 550 degrees F. at humans in its immediate vicinity. Some of them, it is numored, will do this even if no operator is at the keyboard. Some printing plants are burrowed into the back...for there is a skilled tradesman swiftly and efficiently composing words, phrases and ideas into readable form for the information of the whole world. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or not, it is not out of the bounds of possibility. As any Linotype operator will tell you, the inventor of the machine was either a mad genius before he devised it, or suffered gradual mental decomposition after operating it for a period of time. The Linotype operator must be many things at the same time. He must, actually, become a part of his machine as it operates. He is just another cog. Yet he must be mentally alert, possess good hearing, be a better than average speller, a bit of a precision machinist, and one of steady nerves. To the other members of the trade, the Linotype operator is generally looked upon as an eccentric, and this view may be justifiable. Not a few operators, after flying the trade for some time, have become wife-healers, crutch-kickers, and well-poloners. At least one was known to have set fire to an orphanage. The Linotype machine itself seems almost to possess the powers of diabolical reasoning. It will often rebel against the amount of work forced upon it, and will mysteriously and unnacountably develop all sorts of mechanical malfunctions. Not the least of these is a playful little tendency to squirt jets of molten lead, heated to 550 degrees F. at humans in its immediate vicinity. Some of them, it is numored, will do this even if no operator is at the keyboard. Some printing plants are burrowed into the back...for there is a skilled tradesman swiftly and efficiently composing words, phrases and ideas into readable form for the information of the whole world. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or not, it is not out of the bounds of possibility. As any Linotype operator will tell you, the inventor of the machine was either a mad genius before he devised it, or suffered gradual mental decomposition after operating it for a period of time. The Linotype operator must be many things at the same time. He must, actually, become a part of his machine as it operates. He is just another cog. Yet he must be mentally alert, possess good hearing, be a better than average speller, a bit of a precision machinist, and one of steady nerves. To the other members of the trade, the Linotype operator is generally looked upon as an eccentric, and this view may be justifiable. Not a few operators, after flying the trade for some time, have become wife-healers, crutch-kickers, and well-poloners. At least one was known to have set fire to an orphanage. The Linotype machine itself seems almost to possess the powers of diabolical reasoning. It will often rebel against the amount of work forced upon it, and will mysteriously and unnacountably develop all sorts of mechanical malfunctions. Not the least of these is a playful little tendency to squirt jets of molten lead, heated to 550 degrees F. at humans in its immediate vicinity. Some of them, it is numored, will do this even if no operator is at the keyboard. Some printing plants are burrowed into the back...for there is a skilled tradesman swiftly and efficiently composing words, phrases and ideas into readable form for the information of the whole world. The modern Linotype machine, a fantastic agglomeration of some 10,000 separate mechanical parts, was the invention of a German named Ottmar Mergenthaler. It is a legend in the trade that Mergenthaler died in an insane asylum. Whether this is true or not, it is not out of the bounds of possibility. As any Linotype operator will tell you that while I was flat-tiered fit to bust, I wasn't particularly anxious; for biological reasons, to take on the chore of producing a 60-minute musical every seven days. Not long after, Mr. McConnell and his associates came up with a much more ambitious Sock-Sullivan formula—one which on the fane of it seemed sure-pop. It was to produce four shows a month each costing anywhere between $25,000 and $30,000; and starring in sequence Eddie Cantor; Fred Allyn; Martin; and Lewis; and Bobby Clark. And when this announcement hit the trade papers all you heard up and down Broadway was "Poor Ed!". Well,the results of this big cathode spluge are beginning to come in,and as of this writing—according to the audience pollsters—Sullivan's rating is substantially higher than that of the opposition shows.And therein,sasure as God made little sponsors,his a tollapooza of a lesson for those who are trying to tycoon television into a worthy entertainment medium. As I moll it what Sullivan's show has in disarming abundance,and what his opposition has everything but,是a precious little commodity called a lamp lady."Toast of the Town"is an unabashed and relatively unadorned Colony Quips So many conflicting statements and thoughts come up in this citrus business that we all get out of sorts trying to rationalize just what our leaders are trying to do. Perhaps we are unduly suspicious and ill informed. That is making light of some of things said about this column. But we just can't understand the "whys and wherefores" of how some of our "hired help" want to handle our Valencia crop. They scream for more when the fruit is sour, the tracks are loaded and the market leaves no money for the grower. Move the crop is the cry. Why? Who is the whole deal run for? For everybody who belongs? Or for special segments? Certainly the Valencia grower gets no preferment. If anything, it seems to us, the Orange county Valencia grower gets the bad end of the whole business. Here we are, practically all shipped, when the cries of Mr. Wohlwend before the prorate committee a few months ago would lead one to believe that this summer's crop would never get off the trees. But for the last three months the orange market has been good—for the grower. The "hired help" were not affected by the rise and fall of the market. But the grower was—but need we go into that. Anyway the late Valencias were good to eat, good to make frozen like Valencias. But when, a little later in the season, they reach, say, 10 to 1, then they get good. Then they are worth the consumer's dollar. They will also make good concentrate. Now Mr. Wilcox, in an article which appeared in July's subsidized Citigraph, said, "In 1947...the canned orange juice market collapsed completely, throwing many Florida canners into bankruptcy." At that time the propaganda line was to belittle anything that went into cans. It is our opinion that the "line" was intended to lull the growers back into a coma and not let them become "price conscious" like their Florida counterparts. Those Florida growers are so mean that they will up and demand money for their fruit. How vulgar, as Mr. Prizer would say—no, on second thought we believe he would find other expletives. Expletives are things we use stars and dashes to show on a typewriter. But to get back to Mr. Wilcox. We made a little check of Florida canners through what we believe to be the best and certainly unbiased source. Here is what we found out and this is the way our source put the thing in words: "I have checked and I want to make this unqualified statement, not at any time within the last twelve years—and that is as far back as I go in this real, has any Florida canner gone bankrupt because of canning operation or fruit prices." Read that again Mr. California grower. Real the last two words over and over. When you get past "fruit prices" then what is there left to worry about? In Florida the grower gets the The Challenge The Children to Whom Our Lady Came The three children to whom the Blessed Virgin appeared in 1917 were Lucy Los Santos and her two cousins, Francis and Jacinta Marto. They lived in Adjustel, a municipality of ten or twelve houses about a half-lime south of the village of Fatimia. This is his country in the geographical center of Portugal. Sister Libry of the Immaculate Convent of Saint Jerome in Combra, a town near Tatamia, the other two cousins died within three years after their apparitions; Francis in 1920 and Jacinta in 1920. Lucy was the youngest of seven children and was ten years old at the time of the apparitions. She was a robust, unaffected mind, and hearted, well-mannered, and highly intelligent. Her disposition was pleasant but reserved. Francis was nine years old. He was a astrong, healthy lad with fine features. In disposition he was quiet, plous, and obedient. He was a stouthearted boy, afraid of nothing and could at times lose his patience. Jacinta Jacinta was seven years old. She was a bright, spirited,quisitive youngster. Like her brother, she had fine features with deep, dark eyes. She was a blithe, affectionate little creature, but she had defects that sometimes irritated her companions. Using the spoiled baby of a very large are, practically all shipped, when the cries of Mr. Wohlwend before the prorate committee a few months ago would lead one to believe that this summer's crop would never get off the trees. But for the last three months the orange market has been good—for the grower. The "hired help" were not affected by the rise and fall of the market. But the grower was—but need we go into that. Anyway the late Valenciaes were good to eat, good to make frozen concentrate out of (California made very little, too little), and good for the grower. When a Valencia orange, early in the season, will barely pass the 8 to 1 maturity test it is not fit to eat. That is our opinion and we ten insisting on choosing the games and songs. The Doa Santos Lucy's father, Antonio, was a farmer and sheep ralser. He was an honest, brusque man, who left the care of home and children to his wife. Lucy's Mother, Maria Rosa, was short, stout and sturdy. She was a sincerely religious, hard-working woman who reared her family with a devotionalness that seems like stoicness. The Martos Manuelo and Olympia Marto, the parents of Francis and Jacinta, are still living. Mrs. Marto was a sister of Lucy's father. Now in her eighties, this mother of eleven children is still very active. Mr. Marto is a well-preserved old gentleman with a quick sense of humor. When she was seven years old, Lucy was given charge of the flock of sheep as her mother had decided to take Caroline, an older daughter from the job of pasturing the sheep and to put her to work at sewing and weaving. Francis and Jacinta begged to go with Lucy. They were down-hearted and wept when this was refused. Being only six and four, they were too young. To humor the little ones, their parents gave them a few sheep to tend in a nearby field. Two years later, Francis and Jacinta were given permission to keep their sheep with Lucy's stock and accompany her to the outlying pastures. This was in 1916. The European war was in its third year. Portugal had just entered the conflict. Mail Bag To the Editor: While reading the ANORANGO, Anaheim's leading High School newspaper, I came on the Editorials section, and upon reading about N.T.G.—TV "STAR"? by Dick Syverson, I was very much impressed by Dick's truthful version of the FAMOUS TV star. Dick voiced the impression almost every Anaheim citizen felt while gazing on the GREAT N.T.G. I saw a few of his TV programs while the Slick Chicks were on, and can truthfully say I saw better TV shows, and MUCH better MCs! If the great N.T.G. disliked Anaheim so much, we Anaheimets can also say we disliked the great N.T.G! The responsible persons surely had no idea he was as silly; as offensive; as dirty minded as he showed himself to be, or they would surely not have asked him to come to our splendid gathering! I certainly wish with all my heart you would print Dick Syverson's editorial in your newspaper for all the citizens of this city to read! I think it shows the views of ALL of us! And by printing it in YOUR paper, everyone will see it because everyone TAKES the ANAHEIM GAZETTE! Sincerely yours for good reading, E. R. HENZE Three Rings, the horse that is scratched when it rains, will race at Hialeah this winter. The track with the flamingoes was fast for 37 of its 40 racing days last winter.