oc-plain-dealer 1923-07-20

EDITORIAL AND FEATURES An Independent Newspaper Issued Every Afternoon Except Sunday Paul V. Hester Editor and Publisher DAILY GREETINGS TO OUR READERS My Lord! if now I find in Thee—So blest and sweet a home, What shall the heavenly mansion be—When to its door I come! —S. D. Phelps Grade Crossing Being Fought Hard Movement to abolish the grade crossings in Los Angeles County is gaining impetus. Following the vigorous lead of the Automobile Club of Southern California, the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce has joined in active, constructive effort to eliminate this overshadowing peril. "Any plan by which dangerous grade crossings may be systematically and progressively eliminated is assured of the unstinted support and hearty cooperation of thi organization," said a prominent Chamber of Commerce committeeman. Members of the County Board of Supervisors also are reported to be in accord with the movement. The movement thus inaugurated should not end in childish prattie. It should be pushed with unremitting vigor and the influential organizations which are espousing the cause should have the active support of the public. Once the people become aroused to demand the removal of this potential menace to life and limb, the eradication of this hazard will be assured. The fight should be directed against the grade-crossing system, per se, and should not take the form of a class conflict against corporations, as such. As the movement proceeds, it is fair to assume that railroads can be won over to the movement to eliminate crossings at grade, and that at least a measure of co-operation may be had from the transportation lines to end a condition which brings loss and constant trouble to them, as well as disaster to the public. Mrs. Harding says that Mr. Harding will be a candidate for re-nomination and re-election. Who knows better than she, about this matter? Mrs. Harding says that Mr. Harding will be a candidate for re-nomination and re-election. Who knows better than she, about this matter? Put Deadly Crossings out of Commission There are several crossing at grade in Los Angeles County which are veritable traps of death. Even the most careful drivers are imperiled on these crossings. Some of these tragedy-breeding spots involve a network of railway lines, with the abrupt barred to the vision by trees, or houses, or long strings of freight cars. They have no gates, and no warning signals. Pending the abolishment of these grade crossings altogether, precautionary steps should be taken to protect the public. Gates should be put in, or watchmen stationed at the crossings, or some practicable method employed to save human lives. The vigorous movement so auspiciously inaugurated by the Automobile Club of Southern California should be supported quite heartily by the public. If these appaling tragedies are to be stopped, something definite must be done to abate the grade crossing menace. Mere deploring will not remedy it. Nor will any amount of warnings to the public obviate these slaughters. There will be tragic deaths at crossings so long as crossings exist. The remedy indicated is this: Institute at once the best possible safety devices; begin at once to move for the complete abolishment of the most dangerous crossings; and begin to agitate for the ultimate abolishment of all grade crossings in the United States. Beware of the stock offering which holds out promise of unreasonably large profits. It is a fraud, in all liklihood. Fortunately it is not Dr. Cook who is to attempt to make an airship flight across the North Pole. Speed with safety is the great problem in transportation today.. The country is paying fearful toll of life because of its speeders. The troubles of industry should be adjudicated in the high court of reason, justice and fairness to all interests concerned. The traffic menace is one of the worst with which this country has to cope. It is a very real peril and demands very real reforming. There is no richer treasure on earth than good health. And yet there are many who treat their health as though it were a worthless thing of the gutter. The traffic menace is one of the worst with which this country has to cope. It is a very real peril and demands very real reforming. There is no richer treasure on earth than good health. And yet there are many who treat their health as though it were a worthless thing of the gutter. Visit Yellowstone National Park As a vacation region its supremacy is unified! Enjoy hotels and camps provide every comfort and convenience. You may ride horseback, motor, fish, climb mountains—or spend every daylight hour in the never ending joy of sightseeing. Greatly Reduced Fares this summer. Take advantage of them and going or returning are beautiful Salt Lake City. For detailed information regarding fares and free illustrated souvenir call on or address C. A. KOWE, Agent Union Pacific URES cept Sunday and Publisher Plain Dealer FRIDAY SubscriEntered G. P. O. Chiefs of Seven States Attend “Get-Together” Meeting Above, left to right: B. V. Burnquist, state chairman, Iowa; Wilbur C. Hawk, state chairman, Kansas; Mrs. Fred W. Upham, wife of Treasurer Upham; John T. Adams, national chairman, and T. W. Bass, state secretary, Nebraska; inset, J. B. Kealing, Indiana national committeeman, and D. W. Mulvaney, Kansas national committeeman. Republican leaders of seven states recently met in Chicago at a "pop" conference. The session was called by National Chairman John T. Adams. The conference was in the nature of a "get-together" affair and similar meetings are planned to cover the country. NEW YORK LETTER New York City may fall for pretty nearly every bunco game invented, but when it comes to the sight of gold, it is suspicious. Fred J. Pellettier came out of the West last week, his pocket filled with jingling yellow metal pieces. Ten dollar gold coins were scattered about his person in sufficient number to ensure him most anything the city offers, so he had thought. But Broadway would not have them. So long it had been since purchases were paid for here in gold that the generation now selling theater tickets and near-beer would not believe such spectacular looking money was any good. Among the immigrants landing here in the July rush to get under the quota line was Valentine Bouvich, son of Princess Vera Cantavuzene and cousin of Princess Michael Canteauzone, granddaughter of General Grant. "I was exiled from Russia", he said, because I was a lieutenant in the armies of Generals Denekme and Wrangel. I have been doing odd jobs in Constantinople. I am here to get work. I don't care how low down the job is. I don't want favors, I won't work. Forty-three thousand dollars was paid in London by a New York firm for a Gutenberg Bible, the first Bible printed with movable type. Other copies of the Gutenberg Bible are owned in this city. The public library has one, ABE MARTIN PARAGRAPHS (By Robert Quillen) The hen should enjoy a picnic. She has to scratch for a living anyway. Bucket-shop patrons are not completely gyped. The excitement is worth something. The longer automobile tours are better. They make you much more glad to get home. Well, why shouldn't America seize foreign ships? Nobody is in shape to fight, anyway. Never underestimate a silent man. He may surprise you when he gets into a row or eats soup. Gary is right. Those who work long hours don't make money enough to buy golf balls, anyway. Mrs. Min Nugent wuz complainin' t' day 'cause her boy wuz demoralized in th' war when he might have stayed t' home and made a respected profeerer. These are th' days when ever' square, swell lookin' letter we git is a weddin' or graduatin' touch. HERE AND THERE Keeping up a front would be lots of fun if the infernal tradesmen wouldn't keep pestering you for money. The selzing of ship's liquor will astonish those nations who formarly believe all gall was divided into three parts. An undeveloped people is one that has no thermometers to enable it to worry about how uncomfortable it is. All is vanity, and nothing lives forever except the soul and the one about the two Irishmen. Our idea of zero is something to get excited about and is the right of equal opportunity in China. Seven-tenth of the proletariat's desire for freedom is just a yearning to hang some darred SUNDAY at the WHITE TEMPLE Anathem, California—Broadway and Philadelphia Dr. James Allen Geissinger will preach at 11 a.m. and 7:30 p.m. 11 A. M.—"Beliefs That Make Life Great" 7:30 P. M.—"Is Your Religion Radical Enough?" MUSIC Chorus Choir morning; Male quartette, evening. Mr. Julian A. Marshal will sing in the morning and Mr. Ronald Collis will play a violin obligato. Miss Charlotte Avery will sing in the evening. Miss Grace Curtis will play the organ at both services. HERE AND THERE Keeping up a front, would be lots of fun if the internal tradesmen wouldn't keep pestering you for money. The seizing of ship's liquor will astonish those nations who formerly believe all gall was divided into three parts. Correct this sentence: "I like my public work," said the prominent club woman, "but I am happiest in my kitchen." It would help a great deal if the society page would tell us where the mosquito family expects to spend this summer. The remarkable thing is that Germany perfected presses fast enough to print more money than is needed to pay the pressmen. A peace treaty makes things look pleasant, but somehow it reminds us of the maid we once had who swept the dirt under the bed. A hick town is a place where people wonder excitedly whether he will save her from the fire in the next installment of the serial. If you take a dollar and give it back, that's a stricken conscience. If you take a million and give it back, that's philanthropy. Another nice thing about borrowing trouble is that you don't have to think up a lot of reasonable excuses when you wish to renew. FRIDAY, JULY TWENTIETH, 1923 Subscription Rate—In No. Orange-co. Per Yr. $3; 6 Months, $1.75 Entered at the Postoffice at Anaheim, Calif., as 2nd class matter. COMMENTS OF THE PRESS EDITORS ARE SAYING SPANISH LANGUAGE IMPORTANT—Berkeley (Cal.) Gazette In view of the new importance which has been given to the study of foreign languages, an American importer rises to plead that Spanish be granted full consideration wherever the teaching of foreign tongues is in question. His letter, as published in the New York Times, is interesting: "With the imminence of Mexican recognition and the general increase in Latin-American commerce, it would be wise if more thought were given to the study of Spanish. It is the great trade language of the future and would be a great asset to our young people. 'England and other European countries have until lately held the trade supremacy in the neighboring Latin-American countries, but now, fortunately, America is commending to gain the lead, and undoubtedly before long, will be in full command of the business. If we are going to take full advantage of the opportunity, we should not overlook the value of studying Spanish." This is the judgment of a man who is an authority on foreign trade matters, and gives added weight to previous arguments along the same line. The teaching of English should have first place in every school in the country. After that, attention should be given to those tongues which will give the child the most flexible contact with the developing world around him, and among these Spanish undoubtedly takes a prominent place. ON THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT MUSIC OF THE CITY I love to hear the city's noise, its rumble and its roar. For that is music to my ears. I ask for nothing more. I love to hear the street cars pass, for its melodious clang. Reminds me much of Wagner and the old composer gang. I love to hear the auto honk. I dodge for all I'm worth. Just for the simple privilege of staying on this earth. I love to hear the teammate shout and hear his wagon jar. Upon the ragged pavement like an Irish jaunting car. I love to hear the newsboys yell and the barrel-organa squeak. Their mournful sentimental tones and hear the valves all creak. MUSIC OF THE CITY I love to hear the city's noise, its rumble and its roar, For that is music to my ears. I ask for nothing more. I love to hear the street cars pass, for its melodious clang Reminds me much of Wagner and the old composer gang. I love to hear the auto honk. I dodge for all I'm worth, Just for the simple privilege of staying on this earth I love to hear the teamster shout and hear his wagon jar Upon the ragged pavement like an Irish jaunting car. I love to hear the newsboys yell and the barrel-organs squeak Their mournful sentimental tunes and hear the valves all creak. I love the corner faker's cry. It has a charm for me. I love to hear his raucous tones that ring forth glad and free. I cannot stand for quietude. I want noise day and night. I know you think I'm lying and I guess that you are right. PLEASANT MEMORIES "Boise, Idaho, reports worst blizzard in eighty years. Traffic Stalled." "Chicago cold snap breaks all records—also all thermometers." "Ten trains stalled by intense cold at Syracuse." "Colder tomorrow. Weather bureau sees no relief." "Snow shovelers go on strike." "五 ferryboats stuck in ice in Hudson river." "Twenty landlords arrested for failing to furnish heat." "Twenty-six below reported at Bangor, Maine." "Crew of Five rescued from icebound harbor tug." "Magistrate Shivers in courtroom." There is much talk now of taking the fingerprints of the nation. This suggests to our low order of intelligence the following. Lives of famous crooks remind us We may make our lives sublime, And, in parting, leave behind us Thumbprints on the ink of Time. One of the movie stars is attending a school for acting. This is a hopeful sign. Maybe others will take it up. One school guarantees to teach a person how to write scenarios in ten lessons. But there is no school that can teach you how to sell them in fifty lessons. Some sensible people will never believe that it is necessary to be drunk to enjoy a trip across the ocean. There seems to be enough undeveloped oil land in Europe to keep the world at war for a good many years. A LITTLE SLICE OF LIFE It was a stuffy evening. And the neighbors were leaning out of their windows trying to get some fresh air. When down the court came The inevitable street piano The man comes every night, But this night he had A complete new set of tunes. One of these tunes was The old wartime favorite, "Keep the home fires burning" Some of these pianists Select very fresh stuff. He played it once, and He didn't get a nickel. Then started to play it again. One flour sack full of water Came from the ninth floor And hit the mark fairly. Others came in succession. Each burst on the piano, And the owner, a dripping wreck, Made a masterly retreat. He has not been back since. In music one must observe Not only the occasion But the weather—and perhaps The sousing didn't hurt him. CHALLENGE BUTTER with hot rolls and coffee serve this pure wholesome butter. CHALLENGE is better butter. Order it from your dealer.