anaheim-gazette 1951-07-25

4 Anaheim Gazette WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 1861 ANAHEIM, GALIFORNIA Puibusneo afternoons, Monday through Friday, at 250 East Center, Anaheim, California. Phone Anaheim 2208. Entered as second-class matter at the Anaheim, California, Postoffice on June 5, 1869, 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: $0 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 LEONARD KREIDT City Editor HOWARD HALL News Editor STANLEY JONES Sports Editor NEIL STANLEY Advertising Manager G. E. MELLEN Assistant Advertising Manager RALPH ROULAND Classified Advertising Manager DON YOUNG Circulation Manager Pavement mutterings... The coiner of the neat phrase on the Anaheim Gazette is none other than Waldo Hunter, the Oblong Viewer. Today, just for fun, this column is going to try to out-coin Waldo and present: Street corner sayings of a pavement Plato: (Editor's note: This is NOT a regular feature of this newspaper!!!!) The thinnest thing in the world is flattery—and the hardest to see through. Marriage maxim: Never tell a wife to do anything unless she already has decided to. Gratitude is what we expect from other folks for telling them to act better than we do ourselves. Some people are so willing to be regimented they'll stand in line just for a chance to stand in line. Some people say they always feel uneasy when they meet a "total stranger." How would they feel if they met half a stranger? A modern child is one who says: "Let's play house. You be the mama, and I'll be the papa—and we'll flip a coin to see who gets the divorce." WASHINGTON—For days last week, President was on the verge of losing fense mobilizer, Charles S. Wilson, whether you like him has done a masterful job up production. The crisis over Wilson about as a result of the Missouri flood, and an boner pulled by the White House that son had urged the presisurvey the flood area; the insistence of Mr. Wilson also went along fense mobilizer argued was busy in Washington different things, but fledced to the president's On the trip, the presiseveral statements to Kansas Missouri crowds that he his chief mobilizer, Ch. Wilson, the man who knew about production than am in the USA, the job of go flood areas back on the And on the plane en Washington, the president phasized to Wilson that he be entrusted with this extra work. One thing that impressed Wilson and the president trip was the effect of the national defense. For instruc new channel which the through Kansas City freight caught 8000 boxcars, 5000 loaded. Also, Kansas City pens, where a large segment IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago Charley Look and Mah Lee, both representatives of the flowery Kingdom, had a dispute on Thursday evening over a game of fan, or some other gambling amusement, and as the row was becoming serious, our giant of the Anaheim lodge was same evening. Mr. Champ years old and is a charter of the Anaheim lodge we established in 1872. He joined order in New York, and years has been a member standing. In honor of his useful career in the order, Fellows presented him an elegant easy chair, a reeve five years dues in the loft a purse of money, while S Rebekahs presented a h for the chair. Mr. Champ to Anaheim in 1869 a worthy and respected man. In line. Some people say they always feel uneasy when they meet a "total stranger." How would they feel if they met half a stranger? A modern child is one who says: "Let's play house. You be the mama, and I'll be the papa—and we'll flip a coin to see who gets the divorce." The only safe way to interrupt an angry woman is to tell her, "Your slip's showing." Physical culture maxim: You can't keep in shape if you let yourself get tight in a loose joint. Gravy spots on a necktie used to be a sign of sloppiness. Now they're a sure sign of wealth. Nobody ever got older by smiling—or younger by yawning. The deepest poverty is the lack of desire. Those who believe there is a reason beyond the chaos of this world say you don't have to see a bird to hear its song. The rust of caution destroys more men than the attrition of action. If all the dead could stand and declare their wisdom, they would say one word: "Live!" The new bathing suits have turned the beach into a see-shore. 75 Years Ago Charley Look and Mah Lee, both representatives of the flowery Kingdom, had a dispute on Thursday evening over a game of lan, or some other gambling amusement, and as the row was becoming serious, our giant officer Barham stepped in upon the scene. He succeeded in capturing the principals by shooting them with a club. Justice Bailey smiled upon them as benignly of old, and mildly relieved each of them of ten dollars silver, for disturbing the peace and dignity of the good town of Anaheim. A beautiful rainbow in the southeastern horizon attracted the attention of our citizens last evening. Sidewalks seem to be all the rage just now and Centre street received a few touches yesterday, which will excite the gratitude of our weary printers who are obliged to walk along the street after midnight. If those gentlemen who leave wagons, mowing machines etc., on the sidewalks were obliged to leave a lighted hall after midnight and stumble along over the carelessly left obstacles, they would be a little more careful of their property and considerate of the poor typo. In a conversation with Mr. Heimann yesterday we were informed that work on the fruit dryer is progressing as fast as labor and money can push it ahead and that it will without doubt be in readiness to experi- ment with this year's crop of fruit. There is no doubt that it will be a source of great profit to this vicinity and deserves every encouragement. All our hotels have availed themselves of the new ice agency, and the train brought to each a package. We don't like mint juleps. Yesterday the carpenters commenced laying the sidewalk around the Planter's hotel. This is a step in the right direction, and will be appreciated by the pedestrians. The thermometer in the Anaheim hotel yesterday registered 92 degrees. 50 Years Ago Herman Stern has had a badly sprained ankle for some days past, due to a fall sustained at Laguna Beach. Harold Brewer, who has been visiting his uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Gilman of Placentia, has returned to Redondo, accompanied by Miss Helen Gilman, who will visit several days at that popular beach resort. The Odd Fellows of this district held a pleasant meeting in this city Tuesday evening of last week. The occasion was the 50th anniversary of the initiation of E. W. Champlin as an Odd Fellow, and members of the order from all over this district gathered to do him honor. Installations of officers Len Whalen of the Anaheim force is now off on a and has loaded his family auto and trekked north. Spend a week in San Francisco expect to tour other points returning home. Mrs. F. A. Backs entertains Elysian Bridge club at an meeting last Friday, at stage at Balboa: A very o luncheon was served at n which the ladies enjoy usual game of bridge. County Assessor James was in town yesterday looking his old-time friends. She been assessor of Orange for 16 years and the young going to keep him on the cause he has made a re efficiency, integrity and to the public interest that can boast. He has lived in county for 28 years. He the Santa Ana river full of he has seen wet years years, and knows their be property values. His asses have been uniformly fair. WASHINGTON—For about two days last week, President Truman was on the verge of losing his defense mobilizer, Charles E. Wilson, who, whether you like him or not, has done a masterful job of speeding up production. The crisis over Wilson came about as a result of the Kansas-Missouri flood, and an amazing boner pulled by the White House. What happened was that Wilson had urged the president to survey the flood area; then, on the insistence of Mr. Truman, Wilson also went along. The defense mobilizer argued that he was busy in Washington with 101 different things, but finally acceded to the president's wishes. On the trip, the president made several statements to Kansas and Missouri crowds that he was giving his chief mobilizer, Charles E. Wilson, the man who knew more about production than anyone else in the USA, the job of getting the flood areas back on their feet. And on the plane en route to Washington, the president also emphasized to Wilson that he was to be entrusted with this important extra work. One thing that impressed both Wilson and the president on the trip was the effect of the flood on national defense. For instance, the new channel which the flood cut through Kansas City freight yards caught 8000 boxcars, 5000 of them loaded. Also, Kansas City's cattle pens, where a large segment of the Washington, the president also emphasized to Wilson that he was to be entrusted with this important extra work. One thing that impressed both Wilson and the president on the trip was the effect of the flood on national defense. For instance, the new channel which the flood cut through Kansas City freight yards caught 8000 boxcars, 5000 of them loaded. Also, Kansas City's cattle pens, where a large segment of the nation's cattle go to market, had been washed away. So the president, talking to Wilson on the plane, told him to shoot the works. Truman Goes to Bed Then, being a little tired from the long day and having enjoyed Kansas City's traditional liquid hospitality—due no doubt to the water shortage—the president went forward in the plane and went to bed. Wilson, however, sat up until 1:30 when the plane landed, going over flood rehabilitation plans with his chief assistant, Alfred Howes whose home is in Wichita, Kansas, and who is thoroughly familiar with that area. Next morning, following out his presidential instruction, Wilson called a meeting of all cooperating mobilization agencies. He called it for 9 a.m., despite the fact that he hadn't landed until 1:30 and had to scramble for a car at the airport, while Gen. Lewis Pick and the top brass went off in limousines. At the 9 a.m. meeting, Wilson explained the seriousness of the flood problem, said that the president had placed him in charge and started a three-hour survey of what the federal government could do. One by one he went round the table, assigning each man a part of the job, discussing priorities for lumber, steel, railroad cars, how sufficient tractors, combines, and farm machinery could replace those lost in the flood without disturbing the defense effort. Wilson even went into the fact that farm machinery must be produced not piecemeal, but on an assembly-line basis, in order to save time and effort. One Absentee However, there was one empty seat at the long table of about 30 government officials. This was the chair of Raymond Foley, in charge of defense housing. About noon, Mr. Foley came in, his hair slightly awry, obviously rushed. "Excuse my lateness," he explained, "but I was called to the White House and detained there." "That's all right," said Wilson, "we'll call on you next." Then Foley, not knowing what the meeting had been discussing, proceeded to announce that the president had called him in to give him the job of rehabilitating the flood-stricken areas. Complete silence fell on the room. Wilson turned white, looked down at his papers, pretended to shuffle them. Still not sensing what had happened, Foley proceeded to outline his own plans for the flooded areas and to say that he would call on this man and that for help. The silence continued. Wilson did not say a word. Finally, as Foley concluded, he announced: "The meeting is adjourned." Wilson still did not challenge Foley, even after the meeting broke up, but his assistant, Howes, did. He pulled Foley aside, told him what had happened. Foley looked just as surprised only bee stings bull. By then they were sight of the Indians, could hear and count the of ineffective shots—did. The valleys reverberated the White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was in the old days—for everybody except the buffalo. They bagged one near here the other day. And the verdict of a number of reservation Indians who went along for the ride was this: "We used to do it better before the Palefaces came." The hunt was held in Wind Cave National park, on whose rolling grassy acres the largest buffalo herd in the world grazes. Some 150 Sioux Indians came here from their Pine Ridge reservation as a sideshow attraction at the "Miss South Dakota" beauty pageant. One of their rewards was to be the carcass of a fresh-killed buffalo, the meat they love best. Their leader, Chief Ben Chief, president of the Sioux tribal council, and three of his braves were invited to the hunt. Clad in tribal regalia, they mounted their steed—a two ton wrecker—and gravelly rode to the scene. There two national park rangers already had weeded an old bull from the herd. One ranger dismounted from a small pick-up truck, knell and fired at close range with a high-powered rifle. The bullet thudded against the buffalo's skull as if it had hit a granite boulder. He shook his head, and looped across the hills. The rangers pursued him in the truck, dismounting time after time to fire at him. But the bullets seemed only bee stings bull. By then they were sight of the Indians, could hear and count the of ineffective shots—did. The valleys reverberated the White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was in the old days—for everybody except the buffalo. They bagged one near here the other day. And the verdict of a number of reservation Indians who went along for the ride was this: "We used to do it better before the Palefaces came." The hunt was held in Wind Cave National park, on whose rolling grassy acres the largest buffalo herd in the world grazes. Some 150 Sioux Indians came here from their Pine Ridge reservation as a sidehow attraction at the "Miss South Dakota" beauty pageant. One of their rewards was to be the carcass of a fresh-killed buffalo, the meat they love best. Their leader, Chief Ben Chief, president of the Sioux tribal council, and three of his braves were invited to the hunt. Clad in tribal regalia, they mounted their steed—a two ton wrecker—and gravelly rode to the scene. There two national park rangers already had weeded an old bull from the herd. One ranger dismounted from a small pick-up truck, knell and fired at close range with a high-powered rifle. The bullet thudded against the buffalo's skull as if it had hit a granite boulder. He shook his head, and looped across the hills. The rangers pursued him in the truck, dismounting time after time to fire at him. But the bullets seemed only bee stings bull. By then they were sight of the Indians, could hear and count the of ineffective shots—did. The valleys reverberated the White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was in the old days—for everybody except the buffalo. They bagged one near here the other day. And the verdict of a number of reservation Indians who went along for the ride was this: "We used to do it better before the Palefaces came." The hunt was held in Wind Cave National park, on whose rolling grassy acres the largest buffalo herd in the world grazes. Some 150 Sioux Indians came here from their Pine Ridge reservation as a sidehow attraction at the "Miss South Dakota" beauty pageant. One of their rewards was to be the carcass of a fresh-killed buffalo, the meat they love best. Their leader, Chief Ben Chief, president of the Sioux tribal council, and three of his braves were invited to the hunt. Clad in tribal regalia, they mounted their steed—a two ton wrecker—and gravelly rode to the scene. There two national park rangers already had weeded an old bull from the herd. One ranger dismounted from a small pick-up truck, knell and fired at close range with a high-powered rifle. The bullet thudded against the buffalo's skull as if it had hit a granite boulder. He shook his head, and looped across the hills. The rangers pursued him in the truck, dismounting time after time to fire at him. But the bullets seemed only bee stings bull. By then they were sight of the Indians, could hear and count the of ineffective shots—did. The valleys reverberated the White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was in the old days—for everybody except the buffalo. They bagged one near here the other day. And the verdict of a number of reservation Indians who went along for the ride was this: "We used to do it better before the Palefaces came." The hunt was held in Wind Cave National park, on whose rolling grassy acres the largest buffalo herd in the world grazes. Some 150 Sioux Indians came here from their Pine Ridge reservation as a sidehow attraction at the "Miss South Dakota" beauty pageant. One of their rewards was to be the carcass of a fresh-killed buffalo, the meat they love best. Their leader, Chief Ben Chief, president of the Sioux tribal council, and three of his braves were invited to the hunt. Clad in tribal regalia, they mounted their steed—a two ton wrecker—and gravelly rode to the scene. There two national park rangers already had weeded an old bull from the herd. One ranger dismounted from a small pick-up truck, knell and fired at close range with a high-powered rifle. The bullet thudded against the buffalo's skull as if it had hit a granite boulder. He shook his head, and looped across the hills. The rangers pursued him in the truck, dismounting time after time to fire at him. But the bullets seemed only bee stings bull. By then they were sight of the Indians, could hear and count the of ineffective shots—did. The valleys reverberatedthe White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was in the old days—for everybody except the buffalo. They bagged one near here the other day. And the verdict of a number of reservation Indians who went along for the ride was this: "We used to do it better before the Palefaces came." The hunt was held in Wind Cave National park, on whose rolling grassy acres the largest buffalo herd in the world grazes. Some 150 Sioux Indians came here from their Pine Ridge reservation as a sidehow attraction at the "Miss South Dakota" beauty pageant. One of their rewards was to be the carcass of a fresh-killed buffalo, the meat they love best. Their leader, Chief Ben Chief, president ofthe Sioux tribal council,and three of his braves were invited tothe hunt. Cladin tribal regalia,theymounted their steed—a two ton wrecker—and gravelly rode tothe sceneThere two national park rangers already had weeded an old bull fromthe herd. One ranger dismounted from a small pick-up truck,knell and fired at close range with a high-powered rifle.The bullet thudded againstthe buffalo's skull as if it had hit a granite boulder.Hewook his head,andloopedacrossthehills. The rangers pursued him inthe truck,dismountingtimeaftertimetofireathim.Butthebulletsseemedonlybee stingsbull.BYthentheyweresightoftheIndians,couldhearandcounttheneofineffectiveshots—did. The valleys reverberatedthe White Man's fufile burying today is easier than it was inthe old days—for everybody exceptthe buffalo. They bagged one near herethe other day. Andthe verdictofa numberofreservationIndianswhowentalongfortheridewasthis: "Weusedtodoitwithrow—nevermorethantheHarryJumpingBull." The red-facedrangerstheyusually droppedthefalconswithasingleshotIndianslistenedpolitelyBackin theircampindiedoftowntheIndianstheremainsoftheoldground.Severalbraveskinshimwithsteelknife" Intheolddaysweuknives;"saidChiefBull"Westillhavesome-forgottobringthem." "Skinning BuffaloishaidanotherIndian,nawnewgreen cowboyhat.AstheskinnershavetoughhidefromothegroupofIndianbraversandyoungboysononcitprancedandstompedclient hunting dancetooffofa tiredWhiteMan'softheothersideoftheyoungIndianboy sanghillybillstothe 25 Years Ago Len Whalen of the Anaheim police force is now off on a vacation, and has loaded his family into an auto and trekked north. They will spend a week in San Francisco and expect to tour other points before returning home. Mrs. F. A. Backs entertained the Elysian Bridge club at an all day meeting last Friday, at her cottage at Balboa: A very delightful luncheon was served at noon after which the ladies enjoyed their usual game of bridge. County Assessor James Sleeper was in town yesterday looking up his old-time friends. Sleeper has been assessor of Orange county for 16 years and the voters are going to keep him on the job, because he has made a record for efficiency, integrity and devotion to the public interest that few men can boast. He has lived in Orange county for 38 years. He has seen the Santa Ana river full of water, he has seen wet years and dry years, and knows their bearing on property values. His assessments have been uniformly fair. The story is stranger than fiction. But Washington is a strange place, and in this case, like fiction, things have now been gathered up and subordinates are working well together on flood rehabilitation. The silence continued. Wilson did not say a word. Finally, as Foley concluded, he announced: "The meeting is adjourned." Wilson still did not challenge Foley, even after the meeting broke up, but his assistant, Howes, did. He pulled Foley aside, told him what had happened. Foley looked just as surprised as Wilson. He had been away on a two-week vacation, was suddenly called to the White House and placed in charge of flood rehabilitation. That was all he knew. Apparently the president had forgotten his conversation with Wilson the night before. He only remembered that a month before he had put Foley in charge of disaster relief. While Foley and Howes were talking, director of the budget Frederick Lawton telephoned. He had been at the meeting, was flabbergasted at what had happened, and wanted to see Wilson to straighten things out. At first Wilson, furious, wouldn't see him. For two days he refused—two days during which Lawton and Howes finally straightened things out. They drafted a letter which the president signed, directing Wilson to take over all flood problems on a national scale and asking him to work with Foley on matters pertaining to the local and municipal level. Foley, incidentally, went out of his way to cooperate, and, in the end, so did Wilson. The notice is stranger than fiction. But Washington is a strange place, and in this case, like fiction, things have now been gathered up and subordinates are working well together on flood rehabilitation. LEGAL NOTICES (Pub. Anaheim Gazette July 25, August 1, 1951). NOTICE OF BIDDERS The Loara Elementary School District of Orange County, California, calls for bids on materials and installation of 280 ft., more or less, of No. 9 galvanized chain link fencing, 6 ft. in height and including top rail. Posts are to be 10 ft. apart and set in concrete, to be moved and re-set in concrete as specified. Bids are to be opened August 15, 1951, 7:30 PM at Loara School; Rt. 12401 Loara St.; Anaheim, Calif. Prospective bidders may call William Ross at Anaheim 4501 or 60592 if further information desired. Signed LLOYD B. DYKES Clerk Loara School Board of Trustees. LEGAL NOTICES (Pub. Anaheim Gazette July 25, 1951) NOTICE OF INTENTION TO ENGAGE IN THE SALE OF ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES July 24, 1951 TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: Notice is hereby given that fifteen days after the date agreed, the bidder signed proposals to sell alcoholic beverages at these premises, described as follows: 1511 West Broadway, Anaheim, Orange County. Pursuant to such intention, the undersigned is applying to the State Board of Equalization for license by transfer of an alcoholic beverage license for these premises as follows: On Sale Boose and/or The League. Anyone desiring to protest the issuance of such license may file a verified protest with the State Board of Equalization at Sacramento, California, stating grounds for denial as provided by law. The premises are now licensed for the sale of alcoholic beverages. HARMONY PARIS CORPORATION Anaheim Gazetteer BY JOHN S. NEUBauer If any man hath ears to hear, let him hear.—Mark 4:23. CALIFORNIA — Annette Abbott Adams became the first woman United States District Attorney under an appointment by President Woodrow Wilson July 25, 1918. She served Northern California until June 26, 1920. LINES-O-TYPE—Over at Buena Park, they are bailing Gerald Runyon, a 14-year-old schoolboy, as the baseball prospect of the decade. The kid is good. He does everything naturally. Bud Goodell who was recently appointed to the Fullerton teaching staff to replace Ed Goddard is doing a great job as Brea's recreation director. He's putting on the first annual Brea Dad's Club softball tournament this week-end. Speaking of recreation, Glen Conradl, the USC student, is doing a good job down Garden Grove way. Willie Wilson, the La Habra playground director, is an idol where his kids are concerned. Out Buena Park way Ray Thomas has a smooth-functioning, well-organized summer recreation pro- Alleged King Pin Of Nation's Crime Indicted by Senate NEW YORK UP—Frank Costello, named by the Senate Crime committee as the top man in the nation's underworld, was indicted by a federal grand jury today on a charge of contempt of the Senate. Gambler Joe Adonis (Joe Doto) and confessed bookmaker Frank Erickson were indicted on the same charge. The indictments stemmed from their refusal to answer questions at the widely-publicized crime committee hearings in New York last March. Costello was indicted on nine counts. Adonis on 10, and Erickson on 74. The maximum penalty on each count is a year in prison and a $1,000 fine. 7 Year Old Boy Tumbles into Cemetery Grave PHILADELPHIA UP—David McMahone, 7, was chasing butterflies in East Cedar Hill cemetery when he suddenly found himself at the bottom of a 10-foot grave. His cries were drowned out by traffic on a nearby busy street. That is, until about 20 minutes later, when Christina, a year-old setter belonging to Patrolman Edwin Clare happened by the grave yesterday. Christina's barking attracted seemed only bee stings to the old bull. By then they were out of sight of the Indians, but they could hear and count the number of ineffective shots—and they did. The valleys reverberated with the White Man's fufile bullets and the whoops of laughing Indians. The old bull circled back toward the herd. The buffaloes began angrily to paw the ground, the calves crowded close to their mothers, and a great rumble as of distant thunder arose from the herd. Before they could stampede, however, the truck turned back the wounded bull. He disappeared over a knoll. After a 3½ mile chase, the old bull had sunk in death like a deflated balloon. "We used to do it with one arrow—never more than three," said Harry Jumping Bull. The red-faced rangers explained they usually dropped their buffaloes with a single shot, too. The Indians listened politely. Back in their camp in the middle of town the Indians dumped the remains of the old bull on the ground. Several braves began to skin him with steel knives. "In the old days we used stone knives," said Chief Ben Chief. "We still have some—but we forgot to bring them." "Skinning buffalo is hard work," said another Indian, natty in a new green cowboy hat. As the skinners hacked the tough hide from the old bull a group of Indian braves, squaws and young boys on one side of it pranced and stomped in an ancient hunting dance to the music of a tired White Man's drum. On the other side of the old bull a young Indian boy sang modern hillbilly songs to the spectators He's putting on the first annual Brea Dad's Club softball tournament this week-end. Speaking of recreation, Glen Conradi, the USC student, is doing a good job down Garden Grove way. Willie Wilson, the La Habra playground director, is an idol where his kids are concerned. Out Buena Park way Ray Thomas has a smooth-functioning, well-organized summer recreation program going full blast. John Tynes, whose Valencia high school Bee team hung up a record that's likely to stand for years to come, has a big-city recreation program operating in a small town. ANIMALS — Our pet kitten would rather eat cucumbers than meat. It's a vegetarian no doubt. PEOPLE—Arvid Smith, the Placentian, they say is going to take up light housekeeping. Willie Schubert, who recently cracked up in that "flying lettuce crate" was mighty lucky. It was their cheap plane and not the expensive one that was wrecked. Frank Del Giorgio of Anaheim, who farms in Buena Park, was co-captain of that 1927 Fullerton high school championship football team. Speaking of farmers, Eric Lenz is one of Southern California's most proressive agriculturists. He doesn't let the grass grow under his feet—or around his plants, for that matter. FISHERMAN—Herman Schacht, the Anaheimer who knows where all the coin box phones in Northern Orange county are, says Lee Kavanagh breaks more fish hooks than any man he's seen. Bob Clay, the Union Oiler went fishing last week. He went for a boat ride, that is, because Roe White. Fullerton's assistant fire chief, caught the only fish—a 30 pounder. "Mighty Mouse" Raul Moran says grunion can run for all he cares—he isn't going to chase them. PERSONALITIES—M. A. Nelly, the personnel director of one of Brea's biggest manufacturing concerns, does not see any labor shortage in the immediate future. "There are still a lot of people looking for jobs." Understand School Patriotic Contest Won by Ex Red's Daughter WESTMINSTER, Md. (AP)—Ellen Chambers, whose father once was a courier for communist spies, has won a high school essay contest on "What America Means to Me." Whittaker Chambers, now a Carroll county farmer, was the star government witness in the perjury conviction of Alger Hiss, former State Department official. The 16-year-old Ellen, who graduated from Westminster High in June, won the school contest conducted by a Veterans of Foreign Wars post. She received a VFW citizenship award. PHYSICIANS INCOMES TOLD WASHINGTON (AP)—Physicians in private practice in this country in 1949 had average net income before taxes of $11,058, and those in big cities didn't make as much as those in medium size communities. Flood Water, Now Under Control, Rolls Southward CAPE GIRARDEAU, Mo. (AP)—The devastating midwestern flood headed for the south today, but minus the punch that caused an estimated $1,000,000,000 damages in Kansas and Missouri. The Mississippi river registered 41.8 feet here yesterday noon and it was still at that point several hours later. The predicted crest was 41.9 for some time last night but the next official reading was to be made at 9 a.m. (EST). "Skinning buffalo is hard work," said another Indian, natty in a new green cowboy hat. As the skinners hacked the tough hide from the old bull a group of Indian braves, squaws and young boys on one side of it pranced and stomped in an ancient hunting dance to the music of a tired White Man's drum. On the other side of the old bull a young Indian boy sang modern hillbilly songs to the spectators who had paid 50 cents each to enter the camp. A young white girl about 12 years old looked at the bloody buffalo—only five hours removed from life and green grass—and said disappointedly to another girl: "I thought they were going to chop off it's head with an ax." Yes, buffalo hunting has changed. RED TERRORIST CASUALTIES MOUNTING SINGAPORE (UP)—The British war against communist terrorism in the Malayan jungle had its best month in April when 107 terrorists were killed, highest of any month since start of the emergency here in June, 1948. A government review of operations also said that 19 communists surrendered, also a high mark for the past 12 months; 55 were wounded and five suspects captured. Sixty-two food dumps were found. During the month the army lost 23 men killed and the police 42 killed. Civilians' totals were not given for April but it was announced that the number of civilians slain since the start of the emergency has reached 1492 with 887 wounded and 385 missing. Of that total 68 dead and 42 wounded were Europeans. PERSONALITIES—M. A. Nelly, the personnel director of one of Brea's biggest manufacturing concerns, does not see any labor shortage in the immediate future. "There are still a lot of people looking for jobs." . . Understand Leonard Kreldt had thousands of Gazette readers going through the dictionary when he called the Bank of America "ubuquitous." For those folks not owning a dictionary the word means "ever present, everywhere" . Why is it that beauties like Pat Hall, the guarnorous model from La Habra, are never recognized in their own home town ... George Kellogg, the rancher, used to be Yorba Linda's booster. Martin Echeto is running him a close second for the honor ... Thomas Kasprzyk wonders why people can't spell his name. Well, Flickerville even changed Iwala Doretti's name to Paula Doretty so it would be more pronouncable ... Martin DeVries, the Long Beach judge who used to teach in Orange county schools, is promoting more comfortable men's summer styles ... Charles Ruby teaches law at the jaysee but this summer he's attending the minerology convention. Incidentally, the professor sold Dr. Verner Rich some ancient Chinese coins. They turned out to be counterfeit. That means there were "opportunists" even before the Ming dynasty. NITECAPSULE — Figures don't lie, but liars will figure. But who are we to call a statistician a prevaricator? CAPE GIRARDEAU, Mo. (UP)—The devastating midwestern flood headed for the south today, but minus the punch that caused an estimated $1,000,000,000 damages in Kansas and Missouri. The Mississippi river registered 41.8 feet here yesterday noon and it was still at that point several hours later. The predicted crest was 41.9 for some time last night but the next official reading was to be made at 9 a.m. (EST) today. Army engineers and weather bureau officials don't expect further damage as the flood crest heads for the Gulf of Mexico. High, strong levees keep the river in check the rest of the way. Body of Admiral Arrives Today WASHINGTON (UP)—Admiral Forrest P. Sherman, naval airman, makes his fast landing today. A four-engined transport, carrying the body of the chief of naval operations and joint chiefs of staff member, was bound for Washington from Naples where Sherman died suddenly of a heart attack on Sunday. He was 54. Old, high-ranking shipmates of the man who rose from a navy fighter pilot to the status of admiral and statesman assembled to be present for the scheduled arrival of the funeral plane at National airport. CHURCH MEMBERSHIP UP NEW YORK (UP)—Church membership in the United States rose to 85,705,280 in 1950, a record-making 55.9 per cent of the population. The total membership was up 2,950,987 over the previous year.