anaheim-gazette 1952-07-16

Anaheim Gazette WEDNESDAY, JULY 16, 1952 ANAHEIM GAZETTE Published afternoons, Monday through Friday, at 259 East Center, Anaheim, California. Phohe 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 BESLER Assistant Publisher LEONARD KREIDT City Editor NEIL STANLEY Advertising Manager G.E. MELLEN Advertising Manager RALPH ROULAND Classified Advertising Manager DON YOUNG Circulation Manager OBLONG VIEWS FROM AN EGG-SHAPED HEAD BY WALDO HUNTER WHAT HAS HAPPENED to the fine old custom of letter-writing? Years ago, the writing of personal letters was a fine art, and some of today's greatest literature springs from the personal correspondence of the famous personages. The telephone and telegram, and other modern means of communication have supplanted the personal letter to a large degree. Then, too, personal laziness may have something to do with it. In view of these considerations, your correspondent has prepared a letter to a friend back east which transplanted easterners now living in California may feel free to copy and send to the folks back home. tion has been adjusted. But climate isn't our only claim to fame. This is a beautiful state, and the mortal who named it "The Golden State" must surely have been an inspired man, and a bit of a poet. From the spot where this is written we can within an hour or so drive to the loftiest mountains, or to the even fascination. WASHINGTON.—While Democratic candidates are lingering on a shoestring, genial quoting Senator Bob Kerr lahoma, the oil millionaire were offered $500 apense money" to attend a meeting at Salt Lake City Kerr flew a number of delegates to Salt Lake in his private On the heels of this, there ed up in Los Angeles the day State Senator George cus sas, who announced that working for Senator Kerr. George called at Kefauver quarters, explained that he lized the delegation must vekefauver on the first ball wanted them to know aboutator Kerr and vote for L case the Tennessee senato no longer in the running. In the afternoon of the day, a man appeared at the free of the ticket agent for Santa Fe who is handling special Kefauver delegation to Chicago. He called h J. G. Wilson, and answerexactly the same clothes—a weight summer suit of fine with a thin blue cord run through it. supplanted the personal letter to a large degree. Then, too, personal laziness may have something do with it. In view of these considerations, your correspondent has prepared a letter to a friend back east which transplanted easterners now living in California may feel free to copy and send to the folks back home. Dear So-and-So: How can you stand those sweltering, smothering, muggy days and strength-sapping sleepless; steaming nights back there? Here, even in the dead of summer we use quilts and blankets at night. AND HERE in the coastal belt of Southern California our summer mornings are cooled by a high, thin fog which, while tempering the heat of the sun, do not prevent its beneficent rays from penetrating to the earth imparting healthful and ruddy complexions and gently coaxing from the good soil fruits and vegetables of unsurpassed beauty and worth. It is true that we have some rain. That wasn't orange juice that drowned my Plymouth Rocks last January. But in this semi-desert area we need rain, and welcome it. We like it, and find it interesting. Local residents will not soon forget the time last winter when Fullerton floated through Anaheim. AND IN 1946 we had traces of snow, even in the orange groves, but this was a monumentally unusual happenstance and was laid to the fact that not enough of us were going to church. This situation has been adjusted. But climate isn't our only claim to fame. This is a beautiful state, and the mortal who named it "The Golden State" must surely have been an inspired man, and a bit of a poet. From the spot where this is written we can within an hour or so drive to the loftiest mountains, or to the ever-fascinating desert, and a few minutes' ride will take us to the shores of the world's greatest ocean which, though never seeming to change, always seems different when you stand and watch its mighty waves crash in baffled rage against the rocks or see its gentle surf rolling up the smooth white beaches. It may be said that you really haven't "lived" unless you have experienced the magic of cool night air just faintly touched with orange blossom. AND THERE ARE other things. We probably have more Cadillacs than any other state in the union, and at the same time more Model "A" Fords. Our politics are always interesting. We have a peculiar thing out here called "cross-filing," a weird device by which a candidate can file both as a Republican and a Democrat and be nominated by both parties at a primary election. Don't tell grandpa about this, or it may send him into one of his "spells." P.S. And, too, we have our minority problem out here. The minority group is made up of native Californians, but they give us very little trouble. IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gazette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago June 1877 The Colton Semi-Tropic of yesterday says: We hear rumors to the effect that a party of three. 50 Years Ago June 1902 Henry Yount was in town a day or two ago talking politics. Henry IN THE DAYS OF LONG AGO From the Files of Anaheim Gasette By MRS. HENRY KUCHEL 75 Years Ago June 1877 The Colton Semi-Tropic of yesterday says: We hear rumors to the effect that a party of three, for whom a large reward is offered at Anaheim, have been committing depredations on the Mojave. They were captured by S. James and L. Gregory in or near the Cajon Pass, but not finding any stolen property on them, turned them loose. Up to the time of going to press nothing more definite can be learned. The Mesa country is a good place for a newspaper correspondent just now. We asked a party from that section yesterday what the news was. He replied, "We can give you any kind of news you want, there is murder, horse stealing, perjury and other amusements continually going on. Col. R. S. Baker had 15 of his finest bucks killed by the late hot weather at Laguna ranch. Our Anaheim boys are a practical set. They utilized the extreme heat yesterday by roasting eggs in the sand. Governor Irwin has commissioned Robert Strong a notary public, to reside at Westminster, vice self term expired. Frank Leconieur, cashier of the Farmers and Merchants Bank, has gone on a six month trip to Europe. 50 Years Ago June 1902 Henry Yount was in town a day or two ago talking politics. Henry says he don't want his friends in this neck of the woods to disremember he's a candidate for assessor. Charley Norman road boss of the West Anaheim section was in town on Tuesday afternoon. He reports everything solid for Gage over his way. 25 Years Ago June 1927 Miss Dorothy Yungbluth entertained a number of her young friends at a delightful dinner party on Wednesday evening last at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Yungbluth on West Broadway. Dinner was served at 6:30 after which the evening was passed with music and games. Those present beside the hostess were: Misses Martha Adams, Caroline Bode, Mary Beebe, Mable White, Ellen Gibbs, Norma Armbrust, Marion Utter, Marion Fotchman, Josephine Cook, Louise Schneider, Elizabeth Parsons of Claremont. Mr. and Mrs. Roy Wethered and daughter, Katherine, who have spent the past two weeks on a trip to Yosemite, returned to their home in Anaheim the first of the week. BUYING DELEGATES — Following this, another Kefauver booster, Wilbur Le Gette, a subaltern, got a telephone call from a man who introduced himself as a friend of State Senator George Luckey. He did not, however, associate himself with Luckey or pretend to represent him. "I know that you campaigned with Luckey for Truman," the caller told Le Gette. "And we know a lot of you boys on the delegation need money. I'd like to talk it over with you." "What do you mean?" asked L Gette. "We need someone to arrange for three delegates to flop over to us that the first ballot," explained the caller. Le Gette pointed out that the WHAT WEIGHT DOES THE '48 DERBY WINNER CITY WASHINGTON.—While most democratic candidates are operating on a sheostring, genial, Bible-sitting Senator Bob Kerr of Oklahoma, the oil millionaire, seems to be spending money right and left. Delegates to the forthcoming democratic convention receiveaggering amounts of printed material from the senator; several were offered $500 as "excuse money" to attend a Kerr delegation at Salt Lake City, and Kerr flew a number of delegates to Salt Lake in his private plane. On the heels of this, there turn-up in Los Angeles the other State Senator George of Kansas who announced that he was seeking for Senator Kerr. George called at Kefauver headquarters, explained that he realized the delegation must vote for Kefauver on the first ballot, but noted them to know about Sen-Kerr and vote for him in the Tennessee senator was longer in the running. In the afternoon of the same day a man appeared at the office of the ticket agent for the state Fe who is handling the special Kefauver delegation train Chicago. He called himself G. Wilson, and answered to tell the same description as Senator George, even wearing ex-actly the same clothes—a light-light summer suit of fine grain or a thin blue cord running through it. COUNTY COMMENT BY GEORGE E. HART There will be a large and gaping vacancy in the Assembly Speaker's chair next January when the California legislature opens its biennial session. The Speaker's job is wide open; also wide open is the question, who will fill it? Sam L. Collins of Orange county, one of the big men of the state, has filled it so capably for the last 12 sessions that his fellow legislators kept returning him to the office regularly every term. But Sam decided this year to run State Senate instead, and fell victim to the pitfalls of politics. He will preside over the expected special session in August, if it materializes. That will be his last—No. 13. So the Assembly will be looking around for a new Speaker next January. Since it is an important post with considerable influence over legislation, as it carries the power to appoint all committees and to direct the bills, as they are introduced, to the committee the Speaker chooses, there will be a scramble for the chair. It will go to some Republican, presumably, since that party has a safe majority. Reports from up-state indicate that Assemblyman Charles Lyon of Los Angeles, a former Speaker, is generally regarded as the most presided temporarily during the 1947 session while Collins was being cleared by the Assembly of the Doran charges that he introduced a bill protecting gambles. By JACK QUIGG (For Bob Thomas) HOLLYWOOD. (AP) — Thirteen years ago Mrs. Mildred Alexander built three cages and put them in the back yard of her small stucco home on busy Ventura boulevard in the San Fernando valley. Then, in the front yard, she erected a sign. The sign said: "Motel for cats." Today, prosperity having long since arrived, Mrs. Alexander's back yard is covered with cages, now called cottages. There are nearly 40, including a "honey-moon cottage." Feline guests take their case on miniature, human style beds and chairs. The menu includes lobster and caviar. In 13 years the cat motel has become the place for cats of class to board while their masters are away. It has been a second home to Clark Gable's Siamese and Arthur Kennedy's red Persians. Larry Parks, Lucille Ball and Mrs. Brian Donlevy have treated their pets to the luxury of Mrs. Alexander's care. A cat owned by Adrian and Janet Gaynor made the motel his permanent home. Adrian, says Mrs. Alexander, is allergic to the beasts, although he deeply loves them around this by bringing home evenings once a week, and returningings. Mrs. A. breeds cats line.. Barbara Stanwyck el Barrymore have bred her. Norma Shearer over the kitten crop occasions but has never purchased. The most lavish cottage tree-shaded grounds enough for people and growing up through time was built by funds from Jean Harlow's estate. Num blonde's pampered Baby, spent its final yr Since Blue Baby's demise has been the most popular. Flimland's foremost clients, the James Masoffish facilities of it have not so far faked stage of Mrs. Alexandra piality. However, she reports, they have relied it to several of her fancying friends. Mrs. Alexander is a motherly woman in her She specializes in provincial service. By an art with airlines, cats can ped to her in advance of her arrival. She quarter mals until the master is ready to take over. She stands ready to serve at any hour. ing them they could pick their tickets at the Santa Fe station of the receipt. The was had no idea who the were from or why they getting them. over, one delegate from Beach, L. A. Pipkin, who stood out of the chairman-the original Kefauver com- has been bitter against her delegates and lunched George. Significant-delegates to whom free were sent happened to be friendly to Pipkin. Signifi- also, when Mr. "Wilson" the Santa Fe ticket-offd the agent to reserve bedroom for Pipkin. California delegates are by law to Senator Ke-ny attempt to influence me by a free train trip in a criminal offense. Howe- three Kefauver delegates got the ticket receipts all are not biting and it off the Santa Fe railroad and to win $1,607.52. G DELEGATES — Follin, another Kefauver Wilbur Le Gette, a sub- got a telephone call man who introduced him-friend of State Senator Huckey. He did not, how- ciate himself with Lucetend to represent him that you campaign-hackey for Truman," the Le Gette. "And we lot of you boys on the need money. I'd like over with you." Do you mean?" asked someone to arrange delegates to flop over the first ballot," ex-caller. pointed out that the entire California delegation was committed to Kefauver on all ballots until released. "That's all right," replied the caller. "I can make it worth your while. I'll pay your train fare, all expenses, plus $1,000 if you put the deal over for three delegates. I'll also take care of those delegates you swing from Kefauver. You can buy delegates, you know, for $500 to $1,000 a head." "You —— ," replied Le Gette. "I have worked five and one-half months in Kefauver headquarters without one cent of pay. Who do you think I am? He hung up. It looks as if whoever is trying to buy Kefauver delegates in California isn't getting very far. presided temporarily during the 1947 session while Collins was being cleared by the Assembly of the Doran charges that he introduced a bill protecting gamblers. Assemblyman Randal F. Dickey of Alameda would be considered a strong prospect but for the fact that the Assembly last year booted him out of the chairmanship of the powerful Rules committee. It is not considered probable that he would now be kicked upstairs to the Speaker's chair. Assemblymen Richard H. McCollister of Mill Valley, James W. Silliman of Salinas, and Robert C. Kirkwood of Saratoga, are other northerners mentioned. From the South, Assemblymen Jonathan J. Hollibaugh, Huntington Park; Laughlin W. Waters, Los Angeles, and Ernest R. Geddes, Claremont, are sufficiently prominent to bring them into the discussion. Some Sacramento commentators wonder, however, whether Waters and Kirkwood, who are close to Governor Earl Warren, might be unacceptable to the Governor's opponents in the Assembly. IT MIGHT BE remarked in passing that probably no other Assembly district in the state can equal the record of Orange county's 75th district in furnishing two Speakers of the Assembly within a space of 10 years. First there was Ted Craig of Brea, who was Speaker ahead of Lyon, and then Sam Collins, who followed Lyon. fancying friends. Mrs. Alexander's care. A cat owned by Adrian and Janet Gaynor made the motel his permanent home. Adrian, says Mrs. Alexander, is allergic to the beasts, although he mrs. Alexander is a motherly woman in his She specializes in provi- cial service. By an arm with airlines, cats can ped to her in advance o'er's arrival. She quarter-mails until the master be- ed to take over. She stands ready to and serve, at any hour or uncooked, chicken, steak and eggs, fish courses, as one person ordered, string beans. So far, no ordered mice. She has catered to a drank only from a crys- let placed on a linen napkin another that would off a chopping block. I read religious tracts to nosled on her lap: She cared for an ocelot, a leopard, and is prepare welcome a young cheetah a deodorized skunk—"Clerer swore skunks are more of the cat family and I bum him." On Christmas each cottage a tree with trimmings and cat a stocking filled with tiddbits. The price of lodging: $ nightly depending on the cottage and the fancier the meal. Mrs. Alexander had no est in cats and had never one until she was 38. "I was living in New city and having trouble mice," she says. "To told iceeman about it. He said have just the thing for Next morning he brought an alley cat. Pussy bothered the mice, but I to him anyway." She moved to California started the motel at the st Ethel Waters Leading the League When it Comes to Blues Singing By JAMES BACON Hal Boyle By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (AP)—What is the most widespread disease in the modern world? A good case might be made for that death in life, that ennul of the spirit, called boredom. It is the high price modern man pays for having so much leisure he doesn't know what to do with himself. It is peculiarly virtuosic in civilized nations. Savages aren't so susceptible to the ravages of boredom. They are too busy trying to stay alive. Many physicians...if pressed, will admit that perhaps one-third of the patients who crowd their waiting rooms are suffering basically from nothing but boredom. They go there hoping the doctor will find something wrong with them, something to give them the excitement of a real worry. But the medical profession so far hasn't been able to concoct a really effective antiboredom pill. “You are too tease—you need to relax,” such patients often are told. This only encourages them to feel more bored with it all. My theory is it would be better if the doctor said to them: HOLLYWOOD (AP) — Ethel Waters, a gal who should know, says there are only two white singers who could cross tonsils in the same league with Negro blues singers. And the choice, especially the male, will surprise many. Miss Waters picked Ella Mae Morse and Mel Torme as the two who come closest to threatening the Negro monopoly on the blues. “I don't know what it is they've got,” she added, “but my ear tells me they've got it.” She said that many a white singer tries to imitate the Negro treatment of the blues but most are no better than poor imitations. “All your girl singers today try to copy Ella Fitzgerald, but they can't do it,” said Ethel. “The Negro feels the blues differently than the white person.” Although Ethel is now generally recognized as one of the top dramatic actresses on Broadway and in the movies, she apparently considers singing her great love. “It's my bread and butter,” she commented. Currently her non-singing talents are earning her enough Hollywood money to buy cake. She is out here for the movie ver live in Swank Motel; Christmas Stockings dearly loves them. He got around this by bringing the cat home evenings once or twice a week, and returning it mornings. Mrs. A. breeds cats as a side-line. Barbara Stanwyck and Ethel Barrymore have bought from her. Norma Shearer has looked over the kitten crop on several occasions but has never made a purchase. The most lavish cottage on the tree-shaded grounds — it's big enough for people and has a tree growing up through the center—was built by funds from the late Jean Harlow's estate. The platinum blonde's pampered pet, Blue Baby, spent its final years there. Since Blue Baby's demise the cottage has been the motel's most popular. Filmland's foremost cat fanciers, the James Maysons, having revis facilities of their own, have not so far taken advantage of Mrs. Alexander's hospitality. However, she happily reports, they have recommended it to several of their cat fancying friends. Mrs. Alexander is a plump, motherly woman in her fifties. She specializes in providing special service. By an arrangement with airlines, cats can be shipped to her in advance of the owner's arrival. She quarters the animals until the master is prepared to take over. She stands ready to prepare and serve at any hour. But the medical profession so far hasn't been able to concoct a really effective antiboredom pill. "You are too tense—you need to relax," such patients often are told. This only encourages them to feel more bored with it all. My theory is it would be better if "the doctor said to them: "You have a bad heart—you may die at any moment." There is nothing that gets rid of boredom faster than the fear you won't live to enjoy it. More people, weary of living, commit suicide in hotel bedrooms in peacetime than destroy themselves on the battlefields of war. We do our children wrong in educating them to believe freedom from worry will bring them happiness. A man with nothing to worry about can only do two things—become bored or fall asleep. That is the nature of the critter. A man isn't depressed so much by the fact that he is only a coog in a big machine as by the realization that even as a coog he isn't really essential to the machine. It is easy to get another coog. The further men get from nature the more they suffer from boredom. They weary their mind by fretting indoors when they should be tiring their muscles with normal, healthy exercise outdoors. A man who chops wood for two hours will not only relieve himself of boredom—he will have something to burn in his fireplace. That is the best cure for boredom—to use your energy doing something worthwhile. You can't help but feel better. I know one city dweller who solved his boredom by buying a parrot and teaching it to eat spaghetti. "Everybody said I couldn't do it, but I did it," he said. "I never hear of anybody in the world before ever teaching a parrot" Although Ethel is now generally recognized as one of the top dramatic actresses on Broadway and in the movies, she apparently considers singing her great love. "It's my bread and butter," she commented. Currently her non-singing talents are earning her enough Hollywood money to buy cake. She is out here for the movie version of her Broadway hit, "Member of the Wedding." Singing, however, is where she made her first fame. She was the first of her sex to ever sing "St. Louis Blues," and she also introduced the old time hit "Dinah." Ethel made her movie debut more than a quarter of a century ago in the talkies' first technicolor musical, singing a song which has far outlasted the picture. The song was "Am I Blue," and her recording of it is still a record classic. She believes the origin of blues singing reached its peak in the 20's. "Today's blues singers are but carbon copies of the old timers," she said, adding emphatically: "you can quote me on that." She rates the late Bessie Smith and Ma Rainey among the greatest of the Negro blues singers, a fact well known among jazz purists. Miss Waters modestly leaves herself out of that league. "I never sang the blues like they did. I didn't have a loud enough voice." She intimated that if Bessie Smith were to blast to a modern public address system it would be good bye tubes. "My style was different from theirs. I had something else and I don't quite know what it was. In fact, I've sat around many a night after a show wondering what it was that I did with a song. People liked me well enough. Sometimes they'd even throw money on the stage, out of appreciation. Yet, it wasn't that same kind of wild stamping and shouting that Bessie and Ma would get." Then glancing downward at her now buxom figure, she smiled: Mrs. Alexander is a plump, motherly woman in her fifties. She specializes in providing special service. By an arrangement with airlines, cats can be shipped to her in advance of the owner's arrival. She quarters the animals until the master is prepared to take over. She stands ready to prepare and serve, at any hour, cooked or uncooked, chicken, steak, bacon and eggs, fish courses, or even, as one person ordered, buttered string beans. So far, no one has ordered mice. She has catered to a cat that drank only from a crystal goblet placed on a linen napkin and another that would eat only off a chopping block. She has read religious tracts to a cat housed on her lap: She has cared for an ocelot, a baby scorpard, and is preparing to welcome a young cheetah and a deodorized skunk—"The owner swore skunks are members of the cat family and I believed him." On Christmas each cottage gets tree with trimmings and each a stocking filled with toys and bits. The price of lodging: $1 to $2 nightly depending on the size of the cottage and the fanciness of the meal. Mrs. Alexander had no inter-in cats and had never owned until she was 38. "I was living in New York city and having trouble with coo," she says. "I told the man about it. He said, 'I've just the thing for you.' Next morning he brought a cat, an alley cat. Pussy never uttered the nice, but I took him, anyway." He moved to California and settled the motel at the suggestion something worthwhile. You can't help but feel better. I know one city dweller who solved his boredom by buying a parrot and teaching it to eat spaghetti. "Everybody said I couldn't do it, but I did it," he said. "I never hear of anybody in the world before ever teaching a parrot tion of her son, now a soldier in Korea. Besides all the cats out back, she keeps kittens in the house—even in the bedroom, 14 in the kitchen and two on the back porch. Her living room is decorated with more than a score of pictures, all of cats, and a like number of figurines, also exclusively of cats. In fact, I've sat around many a night after a show wondering what it was that I did with a song. People liked me well enough. Sometimes they'd even throw money on the stage, out of appreciation. Yet, it wasn't that same kind of wild stamping and shouting that Bessie and Ma would get." Then glancing downward at her now buxom figure, she smiled: "Of course, in those days I had a good shape. They used to call me 'long goodie.'" That, she explained, referred to her then slender figure. to cat spaghetti." Today he is a happy man. The only bored member of his household is the parrot. WHO'S ZOO-ON THE HIGHWAY DON'T BE A BILLY GOAT and try to put in all intersections. Always assume the other fellow has the right of way and you'll live longer.