anaheim-gazette 1951-10-18

Anaheim Gazette THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1951 ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA 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, 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 BEELER Assistant Publisher LEONARD KREIDT City Editor STANLEY JONES Sports Editor NEIL STANLEY Advertising Manager Q. E. MELLEN Advertising Manager RALPH ROULAND Classified Advertising Manager DON YOUNG Circulation Manager What to tell the wife . . . The average American husband's life outside his home is like his bank book. There isn't enough there to merit much interest. But it cannot help attracting the curiosity of his wife. After all, in those hurried moments before he leaves for work, she does help him comb his hat and put his breakfast on straight. What happens to him then, this lamb love she wedded? In the ten hours or so she isn't at hand to tell him. "Inhale, dear—now exhale dear," well, what really goes on? She must know. So, when he returns from his daily bread-winning chores, she greets him with a cheerful or accusing, "and what did you do today?" This—as every husband knows outsider having the nerve to tell me where to get off. All agreed, however, that it was a difficult problem — trying to bridge in words, to a wife's satisfaction, the differing worlds of office and home. "I just don't know what to say," confessed one. A boary old veteran of the marital wars bent his gray moustache to the water spout, then raised his head and snuckered. "You boys all show a pitiful imagination and a complete lack of understanding of women," he announced. A rebellious chorus of "Oh, yeah!" broke from the other meek philosophers at the fountain. "Yes, indeed," sald the old-timer calmly. "Wives have always been some interesting sons why republicans so insistent that Grace resign as chairman lican national committee." Democratic Chie Boyle's loan for A fold in St. Louis t—a relatively small GOP Chairman G for Carthage Hyd for Carthage since April 26, I not resign after h national chairman. Boyle claimed he of only $1,250 from Lithofold, though u democratic chairman legal practice to his Siskind, who paid b installments. The democrats, flees feel, could points on this com ing a campaign. Actually, the RF lished for the purpo companies which co What happens to him then, this lamb love she wedded? In the ten hours or so she isn't at hand to tell him. "Inhale, dear—now exhale dear," well, what really goes on? She must know. So, when he returns from his daily bread-winning chores, she greets him with a cheerful or accusing, "and what did you do today?" This—as every husband knows, soon or late—puts a man on the spot. How much should a fellow tell his wife? An informal spot poll, taken at a standstill rather than a gallop, shows that this problem is being met by American husbands in many interesting male ways. The survey point was an office watering trough. "I tell my wife nothing important happened," lamented a newlywed. "But she doesn't believe me. She thinks I'm hiding something from her. She busts out crying and says I must be in love with someone at the office, or I'd tell her more." An older co-worker heard him with small sympathy. "Wait until you been married ten years and got five kids like I have," he growled. "All my wife wants to know every night is whether I can keep going until the next payday." The other men at the trough, all 100 per cent loyal American husbands, were shocked at this and muttered, "Unfair, unfair, Shame on you." One fellow said he told his wife all the gossip he overheard. Another remarked that he concentrated on describing the interesting passengers he met going and coming to work. A third observed that he never got to tell his wife much, because she wasn't the kind of person he dared to interrupt. He said he just mentioned the weather—and she went on from there. "I tell mine that the boss picked on me again," said a fourth, "and boy, does she get mad. She just hates the idea of an A boary old veteran of the marital wars bent his gray moustache to the water spout, then raised his head and snickered. "You boys all show a pitiful imagination and a complete lack of understanding of women," he announced. A rebellious chorus of "Oh, yeah!" broke from the other meek philosophers at the fountain. "Yes, indeed," said the old-timer calmly. "Wives have always been insulated from the outside world. They have had to learn where they could. "The refrigerator and the telephone robbed them of the down-to-earth information formerly supplied by the iceman and the vegetable huckleber. Today they get the facts of life from the soap opera. But they are plagued by doubt as to whether they are getting a true picture. That is why they ask you so many questions." "But what can you do about—one listener started to say. "The answer is simply to create your own office soap opera," continued the old-timer. "I have invented a character called Jones. I have taken Jones through two marriages and three serious illnesses. Four times my wife has given me money to help him out—naturally he can never pay it back—and she gave me $5 last week to buy his daughter a wedding present. "No matter how bad our own troubles are my wife says, Gee, honey, life is still better for us than it is for that poor old Mr. Jones at your office."" "But what if she insists on your bringing him home to dinner?" interjected a skeptic. "在 that case," said the old-timer, "Jones will suddenly die and be buried in a distant city. And my dear wife will fork out $7.50 to me to send flowers." A murmur of awe burst from the other husbands as he gravely bent his moustache, watered it again, and plodded sedately back to his desk. They had seen true greatness in their time. The democrats, leans feel, could points on this coming a campaign. Actually, the RF listed for the purpure companies which covet loans from private American Lithofold been in that category it was not so much as the way America wangled huge printing the government and ment officials on those orders that made its nose. Blue-chip Backers But what worrisome senators about the G is that Carthage Hyde not to have need all its owners include most powerful com U.S.A., with top c and the ability to be from the banks, in companies, or the public. Instead they use get an RFC loan of They retained Gabbi a rising figure in the party, just at a time republicans were no peak power in the and appeared sure the presidency in Carthage Hydrocoed to make gasoline, which part of natural gas never before has b gasoline. However, ment, after four ye near Brownsville, Te ed unsuccessful and now fear a democratic blue-chip backer cern are trying to share in their loss-RFC. Chief backer of C drocol is the Texas one of the largest o in the world with g it: Another owner is a holding company Electric Bond and S the biggest power He said he just mentioned the weather—and she went on from there. "I fell mine that the boss picked on me again," said a fourth, "and, boy, does she get mad. She just hates the idea of an $7.50 to me to send flowers." A murmur of awe burst from the other husbands as he gravely bent his moustache, watered it again, and plodded sedately back to his desk. They had seen true greatness in their time. MODEST MAIDENS Trademark Registrant U.S. Patent Office JAY ALAN ON SECOND THOUGHT, FATHER, MAYBE YOUR BETTER MEET US IN THE MINK COAT DEPARTMENT INSTEAD OF THE MUSCRAFT! WASHINGTON — There are some interesting backstage reasons why republican senators are so insistent that Guy Gabrielson resign as chairman of the republican national committee. One is a comparison between the two RFC loans obtained by the two chairmen of the republican and democratic national committee. Democratic Chairman Bill Boyle's loan for American Lithofold in St. Louis totaled $565,000—a relatively small amount. GOP Chairman Gabrielson's loan for Carthage Hydrocol was for $18,500,000—one of the bigger loans granted by the RFC. Gabrielson drew a salary and fees totaling $201,000 for Carthage Hydrocol during the period that he was either republican national committeeman from New Jersey or republican national chairman. He has been president of Carthage Hydrocol since April 26, 1946, and did not resign after he became national chairman. Boyle claimed he received a fee of only $1,250 from American Lithofold, though upon becoming democratic chairman he sold his legal practice to his partner, Max Siskind, who paid him in annual installments. The democrats, many republicans feel, could score some points on this comparison during a campaign. Actually, the RFC was established for the purpose of helping companies which could not obtain The democrats, many republicans feel, could score some points on this comparison during a campaign. Actually, the RFC was established for the purpose of helping companies which could not obtain loans from private banks, and American Lithofold might have been in that category. However, it was not so much the RFC loan as the way American Lithofold wangled huge printing orders from the government and paid government officials on the side to get those orders that made the public hold its nose. Blue-chip Backers But what worries republican senators about the Gabrielson loan is that Carthage Hydrocol appeared not to have needed a loan at all. Its owners include some of the most powerful companies in the U.S., with top credit ratings, and the ability to borrow millions from the banks, insurance companies, or the public. Instead they used politics to get an RFC loan of $18,500,000. They retained Gabrielson, then a rising figure in the republican party, just at a time when the republicans were nearing their peak power in the 1946 election and appeared sure winners of the presidency in 1948. Carthage Hydrocol was organized to make gasoline out of methane gas, which is the dry part of natural gas and which never before has been used for gasoline. However, the experiment, after four years operation near Brownsville, Texas, is reported unsuccessful and GOP leaders now fear a democratic charge that the blue-chip backers of the concern are trying to let Uncle Sam share in their loss—through the RFC. Chief backer of Carthage Hydrocol is the Texas Company, one of the largest oil companies in the world with gilt-edge credit. Another owner is United Gas, a holding company controlled by Electric Bond and Share, one of the biggest power companies in Hal Boyle NEW YORK (P)—People who live all alone on an island usually wind up talking to themselves. This is particularly true of Manhattan Island, one of the most crowded and lonely islands in the world. More people talk to themselves here than anywhere. The human trait of self-address is a fascinating thing. It has always interested me. Everytime I see people talking to themselves, I mutter under my breath, "why is he talking to himself?" And then my brain turns me, "why are you? You're doing the same thing yourself right now, you dope. It is often appealing to watch the very young and the very old talking out loud only for their own ears. They do it for different reasons, however. The old folks do it because they have passed beyond the focus of the present; children do it because they haven't yet entered that focus. What do they say to themselves? My observation has been that most oldtimers are quarreling with themselves in their monologues. I used to know a nice old lady back in Missouri who would march about her small chores saying crossly, "now you know better than that. Why did you go to and do a silly thing like that?" I never could find out what she thought she had been doing wrong. But she sure did give herself hell all day long. With children the whole thing is a game, a feat of the imagination to create an ideal world more understandable than the dismal grownup world that surrounds them. But when they talk to a child... now fear a democratic charge that the blue-chip backers of the concern are trying to let Uncle Sam share in their loss—through the RFC. Chief backer of Carthage Hydrolc is the Texas Company, one of the largest oil companies in the world with gilt-edge credit. Another owner is United Gas, a holding company controlled by Electric Bond and Share, one of the biggest power companies in the world. Another owner is Stone and Webster, hitherto never known to have been hard up for cash. Other owners are the Niagara Share Company, the Forest Oil Corp., La Gloria Corp., the Chicago Corp., Newmont Mining (a J. P. Morgan concern), Western Natural Gas, and White Weld, and Co., the Boston bankers. Another backer is Henry L. Shattuck, Boston blue-blood financial leader; Robert Winthrop, Boston banker and insurance mogul; William A. Coolidge, another blue-chip banker; and N. C. McGowan, one of the biggest gasmen in the business. The amazing thing is that this group, with unlimited resources, not only wangled an RFC loan, but when the loan's first installment was due, wanted to post-pone payment. It was last month, when the first $250,000 was due to be repaid the RFC, that Chairman Gabrielson approached Sharil Symington and asked for a postponement. Later, when Symington demurred, the installment was paid, but this postponement move left Gabrielson only to a possible charge that his blue-chip backers wanted to let Uncle Sam hold the crossly, "now you know better than that. Why did you have to go and do a silly thing like that?" I never could find out what she thought she had been doing wrong. But she sure did give herself hell all day long. With children the whole thing is a game, a feat of the imagination to create an ideal world more understandable than the dismal grownup world that surrounds them. But when they talk to a doorknob and call it by a nickname, the doorknob is a very real person to them. Did you ever watch a small girl walk along and pet a row of flowers individually? They no longer are just flowers to her: they are pretty playmates. And she isn't just talking to herself. She hears what the flower-folk say back to her. What startles me about New York, however, is the number of middle-aged people who talk to themselves. You see their lips moving on the subways, on buses, in the streets. What are they saying? Sometimes they are belatedly rehearsing withering remarks they should have made to the taxidriver who almost ran them down on the way to work. Or they are talking back to their wives—safely. Or else they are talking out their worries to themselves, usually money worries. The most boring type, however, is found at cocktail parties. These people talk out loud to themselves because of a secret bag. There are some of the background factors which have caused GOP leaders to demand the ousting of genial Guy Gabrielson. conviction that is the only way to be sure of an intelligent audience. If you reply, they don't even hear you. Your role is to bounce back the echoes from their vocal chords into their own smug ears. The most frightening self-conversationalists are those who are mentally disturbed — drunken bums; senile refugees from reality, younger people who erupted in chaos. It does not take too smart a man to see that there is going ahead and that our Kremlin can't even cline crop. That is at a profit to the California growers they can imagine with a large crop is to go away. Right? Look at this year. Compared with this Florida spirit our "big shots" we surely need some new blood at the top and that selfish leadership of Mr. McLain will never do—at present way we handle our fruit. The head of Snow Crop, Mr. Charles W. Metcalf New York by one of Florida's outstanding newsmen what he thought of the price possibilities for orange plied that was optimistic—pointing out that Snow Crop is the largest producers of fresh fruit in Florida, owning sand acres of groves. UP TO THE PRESENT time Snow Crop has invaded in orange juice dispensers, has several thousand outlets to purchase a total of 20,000. Mr. Metcalf real could see places for at least 50,000 Snow Crop dispensers. What about all the other big Florida shippers? You can bet your bottom dollar that they, too, will be the firing line to SELL an INCREASED amount of Ice. Do you realize what 50,000 dispensers will utilize of orange juice? The Florida people make what they servative estimate on this one and come up with a 400,000 (15 million) gallons of frozen concentrate will take about one half of the entire Florida pack of Ice? If we had any selling here in California do you want that our Valencias would be returning the great amount of purchasing as in the late depression? Ask that one. If that sounds sarcastic to any of our readers we confirm that it is meant to be. IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago (October 1876) We are indebted to T. S. Grimshaw, secretary, for the following synopsis of the proceedings of the Literary Society, at the meeting Monday night. After the usual routine of business, the committee appointed at the previous meeting to arrange for an entertainment, reported that they had decided to give a social musical and literary entertainment on the evening of Friday, November 10. Three dozen chairs were reported to have been purchased for the use of the society's room. The question: Resolved "That a single life is more conducive to happiness than the married state," was then argued by Theodore Lynn in the affirmative and M. A. Mendelson, in the negative, with their several assistants and a decision was given in favor of the negative. The question for debate on next Monday night is: Resolved "That the pulpit affords a better field for eloquence than the bar." The affirmative will be sustained by V. Montgomery, T. W. Cook and Mr. Forth, the negative by Fred Rimpau, W. H. Henderson and Mr. Anderson, Declamations by D. E. Miles, H. Blanken and T. S. Grimshaw. The schooner "Bobolink" arrived at San Pedro on Thursday with Star, as a delegate from the chapter in this city. 25 Years Ago (October 1926) On Sunday, Oct. 12, 1926, the fiftieth anniversary of the building of St. Michael's church was celebrated with services in the church and a luncheon on the shady lawn of the residence of Mrs. J. D. Helmsen. Old members arrived from Los Angeles, Santa Ana, Orange, Whittier, Fulterton and other towns to join in the festival. The services began with holy communion at 8 o'clock. The church was beautifully decorated, and the congregation overflowed the accommodations. The sermon was by the Rt. Rev. W. B. Stevens, coadjutor bishop of Los Angeles present were the Rev. Canon J. D. H. Browne of St. Paul's Cathedral, Los Angeles, who preached at St. Michael's over 40 years ago, and the rector, Rev. A. G. H. Bodes, Miss Freda Lumsdon sang the solo parts in the anthem, "Praise the Lord, Ye Heavens, Adore Him." After the service, congregation, choir and clergy gathered beside the church and a photograph was taken by Betzold's studio of Anaheim. The whole company then adjourned to Mrs. Helmsen's lawn where the ladies of the church had prepared lunchon A birthday cake. MUD-COVERED OFFICE HOLDER COVERED OFFICE HOLDER QUIPS- Gazette Farm Editor picked, shipped and processed the large history—at more money per pound, net NEST California Valencia crop will yield more money for sales promotion behind it. to what is coming up. The Florida fruit season is 112.5 million boxes. If that season's crop will break all records for live in California beat them at is on our ve been almost uncanny in their accuracy Florida was over a million boxes off last but until a lot of plants had closed down. and walling for the lot of the poor Florida. The grower is in command down field will simply test the SALESMAN-handle the Florida crop. If they come up for them. In California it is always too Florida handlers are thinking and they do because for alarm: "Florida has been for over the years and should be in a position too much trouble, but its going to ree last ounce of energy the state's citrus citrus top man said: "These potential cues and grapefruit don't scare me, because cup at a fair price." He continued that he更optimistic," for it would take "every intention to dispose of this crop and the entire fullest extent. If there was ever a industry needs unity and co-operation smart a man to see that the Florida deal our Kremlin can't even handle a deroit to the California grower. The only with a large crop is to give part of it this year. Florida spirit our, "big shots" are fast-asleep blood at the top and that's for sure. The cLain will never do—at least under the fruit. Mr. Charles W. Metcalf, was asked in outstanding newsmen Jack Gurnett date on next Monday night is: Resolved "That the pulpit affords a better field for eloquence than the bar." The affirmative will be sustained by V. Montgomery, T. W. Cook and Mr. Forth, the negative by Fred Rimpau, W. H. Henderson and Mr. Anderson, Declamations by D. E. Miles, H. Blanken and T. S. Grimshaw. The schooner "Bobolink" arrived at San Pedro on Thursday with 200,000 feet of lumber for A. Guy Smith and company. On her return trip to Oregon, she will carry 700 sacks of ground feed from the Anaheim grist mill. 50 Years Ago (October 1901) Rev. E. W. Pratt of the Methodist Episcopal church will be married at that edifice this evening at 8 o'clock, to Miss Lucy Edgerly Thurlow. The newly married couple will be at home after November 1 at their residence on the corner of Olive and Broadway. W. H. Chynoweth was in town on Tuesday from Los Angeles. He leaves in a few days for a six weeks visit to Chicago. C. C. Chapman is shipping out a number of carloads of oranges of late varieties from his Placentia ranch. He has ten cars of late fruit yet to ship, and this will go forward within the next few weeks. Mrs. Dr. Eddy departed on Monday afternoon for San Francisco to be in attendance at the Grand Chapter of the Order of Eastern and the rector, Rev. A. G. H. Bodes, Miss Freda Lumsdon sang the solo parts in the anthem, "Praise the Lord, Ye Heavens, Adore Him." After the service, congregation, choir and clergy gathered beside the church and a photograph was taken by Betzold's studio of Anaheim. The whole company then adjourned to Mrs. Helmsen's lawn where the ladies of the church had prepared luncheon. A birthday cake surmounted by fifty small candles had been made by Mrs. Glenn Wright to celebrate St. Michael's fifty years. Following the lunch-eon a number of short speeches were made, the rector acting as toastmaster. Rev. Thomas Walker of the First Presbyterian church, Rev. Benjamin S. Haywood of the Methodist White Temple, each spoke graciously of St. Michael's. Rev. Walker said that this was the "Mother Colony" and the mother of the religious life of the neighboring places. Rev. W. L. Benton of Santa Ana and Rev. Harry Moore of Fullerton brought congratulations and best wishes to the church and to Dean Bodo for his loving kindly way in Christian work. Others who spoke briefly were Mr. Otto Des Granges of Fullerton who told of having driven nails in the church when it was being built. Mr. H. L. Dearing of Orange, brother of Rev. W. S. Dearing, Mrs. Otto Rust of Los Angeles and Mrs. Alexander Wright of Balboa, who as Miss Katie Bremerman, had been an active worker in the earliest days. The company sang "Auld Lang Syne" and was then dismissed by Bishop Stevens, who pronounced the benediction. TODAY'S CROSS-WORD PUZZLE smart a man to see that the Florida deal our Kremlin can't even handle a deprofit to the California grower. The only with a large crop is to give part of it this year. Florida spirit our,"big shots" are fast-asleep blood at the top and that's for sure. The Lain will never do—at least under the fruit. Mr. Charles W. Metcalf, was asked in Na's outstanding newsmen, Jack Gurnett, possibilities for oranges this season, re-pointing out that Snow Crop is one of fish fruit in Florida, owning several thoutime Snow Crop has invested $1,900,000 has several thousand out, and is com- of 20,000. Mr. Metcalf reported that he 50,000 Snow Crop dispensers. big Florida shippers and processors? dollar that they, too, will be right out on CREASED amount of Florida citrus. 0,000 dispensers will utilize in the way people make what they call a conone and come up with a figure of 15.- of frozen concentrate a year. That entire Florida pack of last year. are in California do you think for an inould be returning the grower the same late depression? Ask Wilcox about any of our readers we just want to younger people whose minds have erupted in chaos. You see them walking alone in the crowds here, gibboring and gesturing to themselves. And no one bothers them here in the big city where nobody wants to get too involved in anybody else. Even the police pay no attention to them unless they become violent. What does happen to them?