anaheim-gazette 1951-08-09

Anaheim's oil wells ?? While reading our favorite newspaper the other day we noted that the chairman of the Anaheim Planning commission, Joe R. Thompson; proposed to his colleagues (and to the City Council) that the voters of Anaheim determine if there is to be oil well drilling within our city limits. It seems there is a company which believes the city of Anaheim is resting right smack over a big pool of oil. They want to pump it out. Consequently, they went to the City Council and obtained a lease on some city-owned land in the north-end industrial section. That apparently did not give the drillers the final go-ahead signal. They have to have a land-use permit to begin actual drilling. Ordinarily a City Council depends upon a city's planning commission to study such proposals and to recommend a course of on the question of permitting oil well drilling anywhere within the city limits. It isn't a case of the Planning Commission ducking the responsibility of making the decision. The commission chairman feels the oil well will be here long after many members of the present commission may have gone out of office. Consequently, he wants the public to be satisfied that it had the opportunity to vote on a matter which could change the whole face of Anaheim. IT HAS BEEN wished played by placing one ball on another ball 8000 m² hit the smaller one with larger. I had always taken had (until last Saturday) strange and haunting desire take a fling at it just to see it was like. For, like herohl say once it gets in your blood are "on it" for good. I had heard the sad taunt "golf widows," the hard stories of entire groups trapped in the notorious Hole," and remember to the disbelief with which I ed an older brother one cold February day back in out on the snow-crusted brushing up on his "putting nique in anticipation of an green-up time, using as his a warped old golf club and of paper. Then, too, there was the aganda put out by the golf crowd that when you up the game you are begin to get old. That was a painful deterrent, especially my wife agreed. But, at the insistence of Slobodian, one of The Ga-Linotype wizards who "shoot the low 100's, I took a whithe great game of golf Sa-morning at the Willowick course over on Fifth Street out of Santa Ana. For a good, all-around they went to the City Council and obtained a lease on some city-owned land in the north-end industrial section. That apparently did not give the drillers the final go-ahead signal. They have to have a land-use permit to begin actual drilling. Ordinarily a City Council depends upon a city's planning commission to study such proposals and to recommend a course of action to the City Council. Only in this case the City Council ignored its Planning Commission and granted the company a lease. The Planning Commission then came on the scene in regard to the issuance of the permit to drill. The drilling for oil on city-owned lands apparently would not be confined to the north end lease. The drillers have their eyes on other tracts within the city limits where they would next ask to drill if the north end well paid off. This would mean, then, Mr. Thompson believes, that the entire city might be concerned with oil drilling. Not just the north end. That is his point. He hasn't declared himself for the drilling or against it. He has declared that he wants the residents of Anaheim to decide if they want oil wells scattered throughout the city. Public hearings would be held to determine if there shall be drilling in the north end tract. Let's say the residents of the area didn't kick about it and the permit was issued. If the "gusher" comes in, naturally there would be thoughts of drilling elsewhere in the city. But, maybe the residents in one area didn't want any part of it. However, on the basis of the ruling which permitted drilling in the north end, it would be logical for the city to issue permits to drill elsewhere in the city. It is here that the Planning Commission bases its desire for Anaheim to have a city-wide vote Commission ducking the responsibility of making the decision. The commission chairman feels the oil well will be here long after many members of the present commission may have gone out of office. Consequently, he wants the public to be satisfied that it had the opportunity to vote on a matter which could change the whole face of Anaheim. It will be interesting to see if and how this matter develops in the City Council. We were told this morning that another periodical tapped some of the City Councilmen for "statements" and pictured them as running for cover on the matter of issuing the lease to the oil company. The councilmen are said to have been quoted as saying only that it all was for the public good. (Coming on the beels of the Planning Commission's proposal for a referendum on the oil deal, it would be unfortunate if the statements were interpreted as a bit of psychological warfare against the Planning Commission for getting into the act. For the "public good" it is necessary for the two bodies to work together.) But, running for cover isn't necessary. Anaheim may be so located (geologically) that an agreement would have to be reached some time on whether "islands" would have to be set up for drilling (and perhaps pumping) oil within our city limits. There is no reason why Anaheim can't take this easily in stride. The City Council started it off by granting a lease on city owned property. That, at least, brought it out into the open and started Anaheim on its way to resolving the situation one way or another. There also is no reason why granting of the lease cannot now be turned to useful purpose. There is no need for "justification" of the action by the City Council. Oil is now before us, it had to come—now, the situation will have to be resolved. That, actually, is progress. IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gazette IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago A travelling agent informs us that Los Angeles is dull. He said he stopped there twenty-eight hours, spent forty-four dollars, and all he made was two friends—one, a lady he saved from being ruh over by a horse, and the other, an old man to whom he gave a plug of tobacco. If that is a dull place, where will he go to find a lively one? Freight for the following persons was received at the depot last night: Davis Bros., 40 sacks of salt; C. W. Woodruff, 5 pkgs mds.; John Barbey, 2 sewing machines; J. Foster, 7 pkgs. mdse.; A. Guy Smith & Co., 1 bldie, sash; J. C. Edwards, 2 pkgs. mdse.; T. S. Grimshaw, 6 pkgs. mdse.; Wm. Porter, 10 joints pipe; J. C. Kimball, 1 soda fountain; Frank Ey, 12 pkgs. mdse.; J. Squires, 1 tool chest; R. Menzel, 2 pkgs. mdse.; L. W. Kirby, 1 pkg. ice. Our blessing on the little maiden who laid the sprig of peaches on our table yesterday. They closely resemble the doves inasmuch as they are very pretty but a little too young for eating. The County Board of Equalization adjourned on Monday, after having examined the assessor's books. The total amount of assessable property is $14,844,000. The board reduced the assessment of only two parties. 50 Years Ago Oscar Renner and Alfred Seale have returned from the beach where they spent a short vacation. Mrs. John Hartung was the guest of Mrs. Cahen at the beach over Sunday. Mrs. Strodthoff is visiting at Long Beach. Hugh Strodthoff remains at home in charge of the place. Captain Wrede informs us that the advance guard of walnut pickers has arrived and gone into camp beside the cooling streams that flow through Placentia. Men have come with their family from as far as Los Angeles occupy tents under the treetalk along the roadside. The says that not alone those flock to the seashore expect the pleasures of existence to the warm spell, for these ers are themselves having a lightful time of it awaiting harvest. And when that there will be many thousand dollars awaiting disbursement among them. 25 Years Ago Six thousand persons were the Mission at San Juan O trano last month, according Father St. John O'Sullivan, dent pastor. This year marked one hundred and fiftyeth since the mission was founded Father Junipero Serra, and honor of the occasion plan being made for a celebration fall. Father O'Sullivan added plans for re-construction of north portion of the mission be completed in a short time new wing will be in harmony the old building and will loom much like the old as possible arches will be featured there as in the east and south win Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Whitand daughter, Lucile of Berkshire are visiting Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker on Walnut st. Whitaker is the son of Postmaster Mrs. Whitaker and his wife the former Miss Lillie Zeus of city. OBLONG VIEWS FROM AN EGG-SHAPED HEAD BY WALDO HUNTER IT HAS BEEN wisely written that the game of golf is played by placing one ball, an inch and a quarter in diameter on another ball 8000 miles in diameter—the idea being to hit the smaller one without, at the same time, hitting the larger. I had always taken a jaundiced view of the game and had (until last Saturday), actually fought strongly against a strange and haunting desire to take a fling at it just to see what was like. For, like heroin, they once it gets in your blood, you "on it" for good. I had heard the sad tales of golf widows," the harrowing stories of entire groups of men tapped in the notorious "19th hole," and remember to this day the disbelief with which I watched an older brother one bitterly cold February day back in Illinois on the snow-crusted lawn mushing up on his "putting" technique in anticipation of an early green-up time, using as his tools warped old golf club and a wad paper. Then, too, there was the propaganda put out by the anti-golf crowd that when you take up the game you are beginning to get old. That was a powerful deterrent, especially when my wife agreed. But, at the insistence of James Nobodian, one of The Gazette's prototype wizards who "shoots" in the low 100's, I took a whack at the great game of golf Saturday morning at the Willowick public course over on Fifth Street just to test of Santa Ana. For a good, all-around game sycamore tree placed near the green by the mad landscaper who originally laid out the course, the lieutenant quit the field, although not without honor. Facing east, he saluted snappily, muttered something about "remember Tripoli" and marched briskly off the green sobbing brokenly into his golf bag. At another hole, a gentleman attired in the weeds of a cleric, trying desperately to blast his way out of a sand trap, finally threw his club into the air yelling imprecations which I doubt were ever transcribed into any Testament. Everywhere it was the same. Grith-faced, perspiring men in pursuit of the little pellet. Shorts-clad women, wilder of eye than usual, flailing at the elusive little white ball. Here and there a pitiful soul fallen to the green, clutching his golf club, crying brokenly in the dark depths of despair which only the golfer knows. After it was all over, it was my considered opinion that it is not the game of golf which is silly. Its people who play it. But, as I said before, it will get in your blood. WASHINGTON—Much of the waste of Chinese nationalist war supplies could be avoided if the millions of dollars worth of munitions we have sent to Formosa were handled directly by the U.S. government and supervised by us. Instead, a peculiar system of middlemen is used, thereby permitting graft, rake-offs and comshaw to creep in. It's suspected that part of this is to help finance the China lobby which at times has had powerful influence in the U.S. Senate. Just who is getting the rake-offs remains a mystery. Here is one illustration of how 2,956,170 gallons of aviation gasoline was ordered for the Chinese air force on Formosa, a purchase costing a cool million dollars. This order was placed on Jan. 1, 1950—not during the hectic war days when the State department White Paper tells of widespread graft in Chinese army. But though conditions were relatively peaceful in January, 1950, and the Korean war had not started, this huge quantity of gasoline was handled by the Chung Foo company, a broker in Formosa. The Chinese air force procurement office in Washington was merely informed by cable that the 2,956,170-gallon order had been placed with this broker. This was peculiar on the face of it, because the Chinese air force had its own office in Washington for the specific purpose of was described as the Agent for the Chung Foo company in Formosa. However, information proved it was nothing than a hole-in-the-wall store in San Francisco's downtown. Patriotic Chinese, who do want to see their country ped, investigated further found that the total assortment of the grocery store were few hundred dollars. Yet supposed to handle a devolving one million. Furthermore, the grocer proprietor, knowing nothing gasoline, turned the deal another middleman named under Lindenbaum, who contracted to buy the gas Cities Service. In other words, the government could have bought gas direct from Cities Sen. the first place, instead of it went through three midwives—the broker in Formosa, the cery store in San Francisco, and Alexander denbaum. The man who placed the line order was Gen. C. J. Chiang Kai-Shek's chief officer whose rank corresponds to General Bradley in the States. In the end, the deal was when it reached the ears of scientious Sen. William land of California. Washington Pipeline The Senate Crime commission chief counsel, Richard made a secret visit last year Mexcio City to question York's former mayor, O'Dwyer, now Ambassador. During our aimless tour of the ks we were joined by a gentleman of the U. S. Marine Corps who had just been promoted toutenant and who, although this was his fourth straight day on the course, was decidedly "off" his name. With that characteristic rugged determination of the corps, however, he slashed and kicked resolutely on until about the 13th hole. But here, aftericing" his ball into a spreading vee come with their families from as far as Los Angeles and occupy tents under the trees and along the roadside. The captain says that not alone those whock to the seashore experience pleasures of existence during Hal Boyle NEW YORK (P)—My wife, who is a career woman and admits to strong feelings on the subject, has a favorite cliche, to wit: "A woman, in any kind of business, has to work twice as hard as a man to get half as far." I used to be stuck for an answer to that, but the war in Korea provided one. "How about Marguerite Higgins," I ask, by way of a crusher. Maggie Higgins was the only woman reporter over there on a daily stint. Some others came and went on quickies. (One, in fact, made such a quickie that she had to consult a map when she got back to find out where she had been!) but Maggie made a job of it. She came back with a Pulitzer prize, and excellent book, and a clear track for the lecture circuits. A Hollywood studio wanted her life story as the basis for a picture, but the agents made the mistake of showing her the story-outline they had in mind, and she said nix to that. There were many other emoluments that came to her. Whether Maggie worked twice as hard as the men on the same beat would be hard to determine. Let's just say that she worked as hard as most, and harder than others. In any case, the point is that when the rewards were being passed out Maggie was handsomely remembered. And so she should have been. She underwent all the usual hardships of war correspondents—plus. For example, she stayed with a South Korean division for a week or 10 days, and I do not recall that any other American clad women, wilder of eye than usual, flailing at the elusive white ball. Here and there a pitiful soul fallen to the green, clutching his golf club, crying brokenly in the dark depths of despair which only the golfer knows. After it was all over, it was my considered opinion that it is not the game of golf which is silly. Its people who play it. But, as I said before, it will get in your blood. Jim and I tee off again Saturday morning at 8:12 sharp. Hal Boyle NEW YORK (P)—My wife, who is a career woman and admits to strong feelings on the subject, has a favorite cliche, to wit: "A woman, in any kind of business, has to work twice as hard as a man to get half as far." I used to be stuck for an answer to that, but the war in Korea provided one. "How about Marguerite Higgins," I ask, by way of a crusher. Maggie Higgins was the only woman reporter over there on a daily stint. Some others came and went on quickies. (One, in fact, made such a quickie that she had to consult a map when she got back to find out where she had been!) but Maggie made a job of it. She came back with a Pulitzer prize, and excellent book, and a clear track for the lecture circuits. A Hollywood studio wanted her life story as the basis for a picture, but the agents made the mistake of showing her the story-outline they had in mind, and she said nix to that. There were many other emoluments that came to her. Whether Maggie worked twice as hard as the men on the same beat would be hard to determine. Let's just say that she worked as hard as most, and harder than others. In any case, the point is that when the rewards were being passed out Maggie was handsomely remembered. And so she should have been. She underwent all the usual hardships of war correspondents—plus. For example, she stayed with a South Korean division for a week or 10 days, and I do not recall that any other American clad women, wilder of eye than usual, flailing at the elusive white ball. Here and there a pitiful soul fallen to the green, clutching his golf club, crying brokenly in the dark depths of despair which only the golfer knows. After it was all over, it was my considered opinion that it is not the game of golf which is silly. Its people who play it. But, as I said before, it will get in your blood. Jim and I tee off again Saturday morning at 8:12 sharp. Hal Boyle NEW YORK (P)—My wife, who is a career woman and admits to strong feelings on the subject, has a favorite cliche, to wit: "A woman, in any kind of business, has to work twice as hard as a man to get half as far." I used to be stuck for an answer to that, but the war in Korea provided one. "How about Marguerite Higgins," I ask, by way of a crusher. Maggie Higgins was the only woman reporter over there on a daily stint. Some others came and went on quickies. (One, in fact, made such a quickie that she had to consult a map when she got back to find out where she had been!) but Maggie made a job of it. She came back with a Pulitzer prize, and excellent book, and a clear track for the lecture circuits. A Hollywood studio wanted her life story as the basis for a picture, but the agents made the mistake of showing her the story-outline they had in mind, and she said nix to that. There were many other emoluments that came to her. Whether Maggie worked twice as hard as the men on the same beat would be hard to determine. Let's just say that she worked as hard as most, and harder than others. In any case, the point is that when the rewards were being passed out Maggie was handsomely remembered. And so she should have been. She underwent all the usual hardships of war correspondents—plus. For example, she stayed with a South Korean division for a week or 10 days, and I do not recall that any other American clad women, wilder of eye than usual, flailing at the elusive white ball. Here and there a pitiful soul fallen to the green, clutching his golf club, crying brokenly in the dark depths of despair which only the golfer knows. After it was all over, it was my considered opinion that it is not the game of golf which is silly. Its people who play it. But, as I said before, it will get in your blood. Jim and I tee off again Saturday morning at 8:12 sharp. Hal Boyle NEW YORK (P)—My wife, who is a career woman and admits to strong feelings on the subject, has a favorite cliche, to wit: "A woman, in any kind of business, has to work twice as hard as a man to get half as far." I used to be stuck for an answer to that, but the war in Korea provided one. "How about Marguerite Higgins," I ask, by way of a crusher. Maggie Higgins was the only woman reporter over there on a daily stint. Some others came and went on quickies. (One, in fact, made such a quickie that she had to consult a map when she got back to find out where she had been!) but Maggie made a job of it. She came back with a Pulitzer prize, and excellent book, and a clear track for the lecture circuits. A Hollywood studio wanted her life story as the basis for a picture, but the agents made the mistake of showing her the story-outline they had in mind, and she said nix to that. There were many other emoluments that came to her. Whether Maggie worked twice as hard as the men on the same beat would be hard to determine. Let's just say that she worked as hard as most, and harder than others. In any case, the point is that when the rewards were being passed out Maggie was handsomely remembered. And so she should have been. She underwent all the usual hardships of war correspondents—plus. For example, she stayed with a South Korean division for a week or 10 days, and I do not recall that any other American clad women, wilder of eye than usual, flailing at the elusive white ball. Here and there a pitiful soul fallen to the green, clutching his golf club, crying brokenly in the dark depths of despair which only the golfer knows. After it was all over, it was my contention that a powerful underlying force of human nature was responsible for grown men and women getting out on a golf course and flailing a poor little defenseless ball all around the landscape. Perhaps psychiatrists will bear me out on this. Does not the fascination of the game of golf lie in the satisfaction we player derives from controlling an inanimate object with a ub? Is not this desire impelled deep-rooted frustration arising from his inability to control lot of other little things in his life? They say that science must be applied to the game. I found this to be true. After four hours of trapsling around the course, Jim and I noticed that we were both hungry; that the sun was its zenith; and that, by scientific deduction it must be noon; so we knocked off for the day. During our aimless tour of the ks we were joined by a gentleman of the U. S. Marine Corps who had just been promoted toutenant and who, although this was his fourth straight day on the course, was decidedly "off" his name. With that characteristic rugged determination of the corps; however; he slashed and kicked resolutely on until about the 13th hole. But here; aftericing" his ball into a spreading vee come with their families from as far as Los Angeles and occupy tents under the trees and long the roadside. The captain says that not alone those who kick to the seashore experience pleasures of existence during We come with their families from as far as Los Angeles and occupy tents under the trees and along the roadside. The captain says that not alone those who stick to the seashore experience pleasures of existence during warm spell, for these campers are themselves having a delightful time of it awaiting the harvest. And when that begins there will be many thousands of dollars awaiting disbursement along them. 25 Years Ago Six thousand persons visited the Mission at San Juan Capisano last month, according to another St. John O'Sullivan, resident pastor. This year marks the hundred and fiftieth year since the mission was founded by other Junipero Serra, and in honor of the occasion plans are being made for a celebration this fall. Father O'Sullivan added that sons for re-construction of the sixth portion of the mission will complete in a short time. The new wing will be in harmony with old building and will look as much like the old as possible. The wings will be featured the same in the east and south wings. Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Whitaker daughter, Lucile of Berkeley, visiting Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Whitaker on Walnut st. Mr. Whitaker is the son of Postmaster Mrs. Whitaker and his wife is former Miss Lillie Zeus of this city. Let's just say that she worked as hard as most, and harder than others. In any case, the point is that when the rewards were being passed out Maggie was handsomely remembered. And so she should have been. She underwent all the usual hardships of war correspondents—plus. For example, she stayed with a South Korean division for a week or 10 days, and I do not recall that any other American correspondent did that. It was much more dangerous than sticking with American units, and by the nature of things, not much of a story. The newspaper readers here naturally were more interested in closeups of what Americans were doing than they were in any of the Allied units. I doubt that she got muc' copy out of it, but it was typical of her thoroughness to assign herself to the flocks. Her bravery, in fact, bordered on plain recklessness. One day, a correspondent's jeep was moving up near the front and it came to a fork in the road. An M.P. was standing there, and they asked directions of him. He pointed down one road and said that was the quickest route to the unit they were hunting. But he added, "I wouldn't advise you to go that way. The Gooks have it under observation and they shot hell out of another jeep about an hour ago." The boys debated for a moment, and decided to take a chance. Maggie was in the jeep. As soon as it moved out of car-shot of the M.P., she said, with some irritation, "I have nothing but contempt for people like that. If you worry about being shot at, you'd never get a story." Now as long as we all know that the Excuse, that shows Exchange, reads done out of Florida it follows, then, that know what Mutual has done for the Florida grower. Why did cox say the California grower had no need for a Mutual Wilcox coming up with something better for the California grower? There is as big a laugh as you will ever get. They must be afraid that a California Citrus Mutual weaken the control the "hired help" in the Kremlin exercise or grower's fruit. What other answer could there be? You can sure that Wilcox will not be candid with us at the grower level you ever hear him make a speech? All the glittering general world but not a word down to "brass tacks" about what change of today has to offer the grower. FORTY YEARS ago the Exchange was a mighty different than it is today. At the start it had something to offer the grower. Today it has simply gone to seed and offers neither ship nor a profitable outlet for your fruit. It stands there as ering bureaucracy, dedicated to perpetuating itself in power, today, in many a grower's mind, the largest stumbling block the Orange county valencia grower in his quest for a profitable upon his fruit. Now just come down off the high horse. We don't believe of the foregoing paragraph. We think a lot of the boys up in the Kremlin are swell. We think further that the California rus industry needs a strong Exchange and one that is working the good of EVERY California grower, whether in or out of organization. But don't go telling us that the deal is perfect as it stands are many faulty practices which need correction. And if not co they threaten to pull the whole deal down. This, believe it or not, is the last thing we wish to see. WE WANT, above all things, a healthy, prosperous citrus try. Because, whether you know it or not, this is still our large dustry and when growers have losses there cannot help but ruious results to the business interests of the area. All of these things faced Florida, but in a more extreme grease than we have, as yet, felt in California. Florida met problem head on and licked it. We growers have the pattern, feel the need but lack their prise to go ahead. After all it is our battle as growers. Perhaps we have buil ing the name of Wilcox and Armstrong in vain? Maybe the est ment of a California Mutual is not a proper function of the Exc but should be done entirely by interested growers. But we need the help of the Exchange. Will we get it? The answer to that one will determine whether or not Cal citrus growers will have a stabilized market or not. CLASSIFIED ANNOUNCEMENTS Classified Kates for Anaheim Gazette Anaheim Gazette Shopper and (minimum 12 words) 1 time 36c 2 times 54c 3 times 72c 4 times 90c 5 times $1.08 Card of Thanks $1.00 In Memorium $1.00 So word last day — 1½ thereafter Address, phone number, etc., constitute a word. Minimum charge is Deadline for copy corrections or cancellations 8:00 a.m. day of publication. We will not be responsible for more than one incorrect insertion of any advertisement ordered for more than one time. We reserve the right to adjust in full, any error, by a correct publication of the advertisement. Phone 2206 for Results ANNOUNCEMENTS Cometerles LOMA VISTA MEMORIAL PARK Fullerton, California Endowment Care Provided Phone Fullerton 158 Res. Anaheim 3811 Death Notices RIVERA, GENE COMPESE— Infant son of Julian and Annita Rivera, died Wednesday, Aug. 8, 1951. Services at Holy Sepulcher Cemetery Friday, 10:20 a.m. Hilgenfeld Mortuary KEY POSITIONS AT NORTHROP Successful applicants for the follow- Washington Pipeline The Senate Crime committee's chief counsel, Richard Moser, made a secret visit last week to Mexico City to question New York's former mayor, William D'Dwyer, now Ambassador to Mexico. O'Dwyer spent the time bitterly denouncing two members of the Crime committee—Senators Kefauver of Tennessee and Obey of New Hampshire... A communist statement at the ceasefire talks caused General Ridgway to throw an American and two South Korean divisions into present "limited offensive" on the central front. Gen. Nam Il, the chief communist negotiator, had repeatedly complained against allied bombing while the truce talks were in progress, then suddenly he reversed himself after the agenda was agreed upon and announced it was his understanding that the fighting would continue during the talks. This made General Ridgway suspicious, so he ordered a limited offensive to probe enemy positions and find out what the communists are up. Quips-Farm Editor The Exchange "news letter" that excerpts from a "special end-of-the trus Mutual. Just what good that is a moot question. Also just. But the report does show that such an extent that the growers is successful organization. Auction last year $4.94; two years ago before Mutual the price was $3.25. What the Excuse, that should be dida it follows, then, that they Florida grower. Why did Wil- no need for a Mutual? Is better for the California grow- will ever get. California Citrus Mutual would in the Kremlin exercise over the would there be? 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