December 30, 1949 (12 pages)

12 —Nevada City Nugget, Friday, December 30, 1949 4 305 Broad Street, Nevada City—Telephone 36 A legal newspaper, as defined by statute ROBERT H. and DONALD W. WRAY, Publishers KENNETH W. WRAY, Editor and Advertising. Manager Member California Newspaper Publishers Association Published every Friday at Nevada City, California, and entered as postoffice at Nevada City under as matter of the second class in the Act of Congress, March 3, 1879. oe SUBSCRIPTION RATES One year outside county (in advance) One year in county (in advance) Four months (in advance) One month (in advance) TAXES CAN KILL . _ The gravest and most far-reaching internal issue this country faces is the cost of its government. And of all ‘ issues, it is probably the least understood. ; _ At a time when the federal government's income is at a near-record peak, and when the burden of taxation ‘borne’ by the people is without precedent in. days of . It peace, the nation is unable to make both ends meet. is running a heavy deficit which will be added to the towering national debt—a debt which is a direct obligation upon every. man with an income, a piece of property, . or material resources of any kind. . . There is, of course, a glib answer to all of this. It is: ‘Tax the rich man and the rich business—let them carry the load for the rest of us.’’ But the fact is that we could tax the rich into financial extinction and the proceeds wouldn’t even come close to paying the bill. It is the tens of millions with moderate means—not the few with la¥ge means—who are hurt by extravagant government. ~. But that is not the end of the story. Something infinitely ominous is quietly happening in this country. Taxes are killing our economic growth. A recent article in Newsweek describes this. Sales of common stock in industry largely determine whether we shall have good times or bad, an expanding economy or a static economy, more employment or'less in the future. Yet, Newsweek says, last year trading in stocks accounted for only four percent of the national income where, in the 55 years prior to 1930, it:averaged more than 40 per cent, ‘This means, the magazine goes on; that ‘‘if most of our corporations were not already in existence, it would be impossible today to create them.” The money that once went into the enterprises upon which our living standards and our world leadership are built is being taxed out of existence. This is but one illustration out of many that could be cited. Every individual whose income is above the subsistence level knows how onerous taxes are. Practically everyone talks at one time or another about the cost of government and how something must be‘done. But talk is generally the beginning dnd the end of it. This brings us to a fundamental fact. Wasteful, excessively costly government is simply a symptom of a condition of overwhelming significance. That condition cannot be,described in cold figures. It exists in the minds and hearts of the people, In the last twenty years, there has been an insidious change in our concept of government. We have turned to it tosperform tasks which always before were the duty of the individual and the local community. More and more of us look to government to protect us in every ‘way. We are losing our independence. We ask government to protect our health, build our homes, care for us if we are unemployed, and see us through all the way from the womb to the tomb. We ask it to-provide more and more goods and services. The polite term.for this “gimme” habit is the “‘welfare state,’ a softer name for socialism. The welfare state always leads to one of two conclusions. It impoverishes and enslaves the people and subjects them to ruthless dictatorship, as in Eastern Europe. Or, finally the people rid themselves of its worst manifestations, as the voters of New Zealand and Australia recently did. But, even in the latter case, the wealth of nations has been dissipated, and the tentacles of government have been woven so tight that it may take generations to recover. Therefore, taxation directly affects all our liberties. Excessively expensive government is always super-government. It:is paternalistic government. It is, in its more advanced stages, government by fiat and decree. It is, in its final stages, government by terror. The Russian revolution was fought in the name of the common man. And now, in that huge ‘“‘people’s state,’”’ tens of millions of common men and women live miserably in medieval darkness, and real liberty is unknown. The basic troubles of the world, from war to human want, can in one way or another be charged to too much government. All-powerful government is simply a reflection of the loss of individual self-reliance, initiative, _ pride, independence of spirit, the will to work—the qualities which made possible the founding and the growth of this republic. We, as a people, are fortunate that we have not yet gone so far on-the “welfare state’ road that we cannot turn back. We can still save ourselves from the final disaster that has overcome so much of the world. But we, as a people, must do it ourselves. Big government will not do it for us. We must ask ourselves this ‘question: “‘Are we willing, in return for a mirage of material security, for which we pay through exorbitant taxation, to sacrifice those liberties for which men have fought and strugggled for two thousand years?” I wish, I can, I will—these are the three trumpet notes to victory. Cost of living—your income plus 25 percent. PRS NR. TNS cont BOERS ST ae TE AOR: aie = chnearpeeger errs: SRE & WE CAN GUIDE HIM . Just Wonderin’ 1 Wonder at the power which Christmas has To make us really fine and true st To‘show us all the good that is in man In a convincing grand review. The influence of Christmas is a potent one indeed; quite suddenly we find ourselves led aside from ‘‘the world that is too much with us,” and transported into a realm of gentle emotions, kindly impulses and warm human interests. We not only see, we live the pattern oflife as it should be and we are inordinately gay and happy while the spell is upon us. We talk volubly of the Christmas spirit and we refer to it as something that comes from realms afar and takes possession for a time of our minds and our hearts. We speak of it as a transforming influence that once a year makes us over and leads us in the paths of peace, good fellowship and understanding. We speak of it as something mysterious that performs its all too short mission and then flies back to its unknown habitation and leaves the poor old world to its tasks and sorrows and mistaken efforts and to its inhibitions and its indifference and prejudices. Just for a time it comes, that Christmas Spirit and then away it goes for an entire year of time and’ ‘nearly always we finish our discourse with the pious Words, ‘“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the Christmas spirit could remain with us through the year?” Now that line of palaver is all wrong, for the Christmas spirit is not something that comes and goes; it does remain with us all through the year, but we do not allow it to function. The spirit of Christmas lives in the hearts and minds of men and women everywhere; it is not something that takes flight ‘as soon as the Christmas lights grow dim and if we would enjoy its beneficient influence through the days to come all we have to do is to keep our hearts and minds open so that it may hold sway, even as it does through the brief Yuletide season. The gentle sentiments, the warmth of understanding, the good fellowship, the freedom from bigotry and prejudice which we manifest at Christmas time, all'of these are ours, inherent in the human mind and ready to function whenever called upon to do so. Let's not put them aside, let's not lock them away and wait for their reappearance when next it is time for Santa Claus to visit our drab world of affairs. Let’s recognize the fact that within ourselves are the emotions and sentiments which we see in operation at this season of the year, and that all we have to do is to keep them alive and vital. It is up to us to be gentle people for as long as we wish to be, for ‘within each and every one of us are all the ingredients with which gentleness and kindly understanding are composed. I Wonder at the influence of things that never even existed. There is, for instance, the influence of Tiny Tim, who was just a figment of a great man’s imagination, yet has after many years the power to sway the hearts of men and invoke all the emotions that make us what we are at Christmas time. Tiny Tim is just a fragile character from a book, and yet his influence upon the English speaking people of the world is greater than that of any national character who ever shook the earth with martial tread. Who touches our hearts and brings the moisture to our eyes at istmas time? Not Hammurabi, Caesar, or Napoleon, ph Alexander, not any of the earth's great and mighty;*it is Tiny Tim of whom we think and speak; Tiny Tim who slips his fragile hand in ours and leads the way. Tiny Tim, the little cripple of one man’s imagination who whispers in our hearts, ““God bless us, every one.”’ Yes, a little child shall lead them and it matters not whether that little child once lived and walked upon the earth or whether he was out of a book. Such strange tricks are performed in the name of influence. ADELINE MERRIAM CONNER. Our metropolitan press continues its Madame Grundy tongue clacking with its distasteful reporting of the birth of Rita Hayworth’s daughter. So what if the number of months between marriage and birth don’t total nine? If such is any other person’s concern beyond the family involved than a surprising number of marriages made to beat the stork would be of public concern. 4 Letters to ‘The Editor The views and opinions appearing in this column, Letters to The Editor, are not necessarily those of The Nugget. We of this home were shocked and made very sad to learn of the tragic death of our friend, Alfred Rossi. And having known him both as a@ wonderful mechanic and a fine friend we wish to write these few lines as a tribute to his worth. It is not for us.to question the manner of his tragic passing. Fate does not accord us all the right to grow old and mellow and die, much like the yellow leaves which drop one by one off the mother tree when wintér comes. But it is for us to weigh Al Rossis worth. As a man he stood at the top of the ladder. For he was an honest man. ‘And surely there is nothing better or nobler in God’s creation than an “honest man.”. Al Rossi .was this kind of a man. It makes us very glad’ to think that our eulogy which we grant him tonight was spoken to him with our own lips while he was still with us in the flesh. We care not about giving our flowers to the dead—but to the living. By the standard or judgment of our world Al Rossi was not an immortal. But by our standard of judgment he belongs to the great. Every man or woman who aspires to be kind, good and most of all honest, is a great person. They immediately join the ranks of the immortals. And this regardless whether stupid men grant them this right. So we care not if the world at large crowns not the worth: of men or women of Al Rossi’s stature. It is enough for us—of this home— to have known, loved and respected the golden worth of you —Alfred Rossi. Your job was a humble one: being a good mechanic and a goog husband and father. Like most of us in this world—(our jobs too are humble ones such as yours) but you put dignity and meaning into it. We ever will think of you as a worker, a creator and a producer. And we know that it is these—these kind of men and women who make the world go around. Often we looked upon your toil-worn. hands, ,ever full of oil and grease—jyst the hands of a hard working mechanic— but Al Rossi, we loved you very . t _ A INS Nevada County — Long Ago Floy-Margaret Reynolds 20 Years Ago The proposed municipal aviation field on Wet Hill was the main topic of discussion at -a meeting of the Nevada City Chamber of Commerce. A. map prepared by Edward C. Uren which showed that dmple runways could be built provoked much interest. . A cabinet of gold specimens which had been for years the cynosure of admiring eyes at the Bank of America vaults in Nevada City was sold by the owners of the Red Ledge: mine, to a Denver collector for $50 per ounce. Siskiyou county purchased $80,000 worth, also, to be used for display at the state fair and the court house in Yreka. There had been a movement to have the Nevada County Development Co. purchase the specimens but the idea never got past the talking stage. «“The .Birds’ Christmas Carél” presented by the Nevada City high school at! the Nevada theatre included in the cast Ruth Rector, Milton Masters, Grace Towle, Bill Rector, Madeline . Himes, Ann Williams, Katherine . Celio, Erlene Sutton, Beth Cur. now, Warren Chapman, Bill . Sharp and Harry Davey. 50 Years Ago Richard Sandow Jr. and Miss Lulu E. Worl of Nevada City were married on Christmas day by Rev. J. W. Phelps at Sandow home on Piety hill The groom is an employe at the Nevada foundry. The Hon E. M. Preston of Nevada City delivered the oration at the exercises held at Sacramento by Tehama Lodge, F. & / A. M., in celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the organization of that lodge. The holiday number of the San Francisco Music and Drama, a magazine, published a portrait of George F Jacobs of Nevada City and paid him the following compliment: f “George F. Jacobs, manager of the opera house at Nevada City, is the oldest manager in active service in California’ Mr. Jacobs has watched the growth of Neva-. da City since it started as-a placer mining camp. He has over 6,000 population to draw from and, knowing what will please his patrons, seldom makes a misdeeply because of those hands. They were the marks of real character. They made you the, man that you were. And because . you lived here, in our midst, we . have become stronger and hap-. pier. What was best and finest, of you did not die. For all that was good, kind, and honest in you is remembered in our soul. This part of you never can die —no, not even with the closing of the grave over our own cold bodies. We hope that something take in his calculations as to what a company may expect.” There was great rivalry among the saloon keepers. of Nevada City to see which would give the grandest free: lunch on New Year’s Eve.” °° 75 Years Ago There were 28 lodges, clubs and societies in Nevada City. The Odd Fellows were represented by four, the Free Masons by five, of you will live on and on to inspire others along the hard way of life to more beautiful living. We ‘could say much more about you, Al Rossi, but we told you the firemen by two, the Methodists by three dnd there were 14 . miscellaneous societies such as . the Congregational Sewing Soci. ety, Episcopal Sewing Society, many times what we thought of ; Young Ladies’ Social Club, Maryou: “You are a-geed man;~and . rieq Ladies’ Social Club, Old Lahonest man, Rosgi.” And with’ dies Social Club, Young Men’s your kind memory ever with us. Social Club and the Nevada Sowe say to you, dear friend, “a! cial Club. gentle good night” and hoping . John Bacigapuli and A. C,. of seeing you when our little job . Gove of Nevada City held a turhere is done.’ Good’ night again. key shoot at Mulloy’s ranch for We extend to Rossi’s wife and/ which tickets to participate were children our deepest love and sold for 25 cents. Bert Lancaster sympathy. Val and Lilly Belle Baima. of the livery ‘stable was champion. The world ‘is looking for do it. the man who can do something, not for the man who can “‘explain’’ why he did not type of spectacles we wear. Whether the world is blue or rosy depends upon the It’s our outlook, and not the world, that needs attention. Advertisement From where I sit . 4y Joe Marsh, A Tonic For The Missus The missus came marching in with a new hat yesterday. She was as happy as a circus poster. I’ve learned one thing about the hats she buys. A hat is a tonic to her. If she’s feeling blue, nothing gives her a lift like a new hat. Now, I could trade in my old grey fedora without raising my blood pressure a notch. But I'll admit that more than once I’ve bought a new briar pipe I didn’t need—just because life was getting a little bit monotonous. With Buck Howell it’s something , else again. When Buck is feeling . low, he gets over it by blowing on ° a broken-down clarinet he hasn’t mastered in twenty years. From where I sit, different people are always going to respond to different things in different ways. So let’s keep a friendly understanding of what. other folks get out of a new hat, an old clarinet, a chocolate soda or a temperate glass of sparkling beer or ale now and then, SEES kee reali tan ans Seen ee Copyright, 1949, United States Brewers Foundation

12 —Nevada City Nugget, Friday, December 30, 1949 4 305 Broad Street, Nevada City—Telephone 36 A legal newspaper, as defined by statute ROBERT H. and DONALD W. WRAY, Publishers KENNETH W. WRAY, Editor and Advertising. Manager Member California Newspaper Publishers Association Published every Friday at Nevada City, California, and entered as postoffice at Nevada City under as matter of the second class in the Act of Congress, March 3, 1879. oe SUBSCRIPTION RATES One year outside county (in advance) One year in county (in advance) Four months (in advance) One month (in advance) TAXES CAN KILL . _ The gravest and most far-reaching internal issue this country faces is the cost of its government. And of all ‘ issues, it is probably the least understood. ; _ At a time when the federal government's income is at a near-record peak, and when the burden of taxation ‘borne’ by the people is without precedent in. days of . It peace, the nation is unable to make both ends meet. is running a heavy deficit which will be added to the towering national debt—a debt which is a direct obligation upon every. man with an income, a piece of property, . or material resources of any kind. . . There is, of course, a glib answer to all of this. It is: ‘Tax the rich man and the rich business—let them carry the load for the rest of us.’’ But the fact is that we could tax the rich into financial extinction and the proceeds wouldn’t even come close to paying the bill. It is the tens of millions with moderate means—not the few with la¥ge means—who are hurt by extravagant government. ~. But that is not the end of the story. Something infinitely ominous is quietly happening in this country. Taxes are killing our economic growth. A recent article in Newsweek describes this. Sales of common stock in industry largely determine whether we shall have good times or bad, an expanding economy or a static economy, more employment or'less in the future. Yet, Newsweek says, last year trading in stocks accounted for only four percent of the national income where, in the 55 years prior to 1930, it:averaged more than 40 per cent, ‘This means, the magazine goes on; that ‘‘if most of our corporations were not already in existence, it would be impossible today to create them.” The money that once went into the enterprises upon which our living standards and our world leadership are built is being taxed out of existence. This is but one illustration out of many that could be cited. Every individual whose income is above the subsistence level knows how onerous taxes are. Practically everyone talks at one time or another about the cost of government and how something must be‘done. But talk is generally the beginning dnd the end of it. This brings us to a fundamental fact. Wasteful, excessively costly government is simply a symptom of a condition of overwhelming significance. That condition cannot be,described in cold figures. It exists in the minds and hearts of the people, In the last twenty years, there has been an insidious change in our concept of government. We have turned to it tosperform tasks which always before were the duty of the individual and the local community. More and more of us look to government to protect us in every ‘way. We are losing our independence. We ask government to protect our health, build our homes, care for us if we are unemployed, and see us through all the way from the womb to the tomb. We ask it to-provide more and more goods and services. The polite term.for this “gimme” habit is the “‘welfare state,’ a softer name for socialism. The welfare state always leads to one of two conclusions. It impoverishes and enslaves the people and subjects them to ruthless dictatorship, as in Eastern Europe. Or, finally the people rid themselves of its worst manifestations, as the voters of New Zealand and Australia recently did. But, even in the latter case, the wealth of nations has been dissipated, and the tentacles of government have been woven so tight that it may take generations to recover. Therefore, taxation directly affects all our liberties. Excessively expensive government is always super-government. It:is paternalistic government. It is, in its more advanced stages, government by fiat and decree. It is, in its final stages, government by terror. The Russian revolution was fought in the name of the common man. And now, in that huge ‘“‘people’s state,’”’ tens of millions of common men and women live miserably in medieval darkness, and real liberty is unknown. The basic troubles of the world, from war to human want, can in one way or another be charged to too much government. All-powerful government is simply a reflection of the loss of individual self-reliance, initiative, _ pride, independence of spirit, the will to work—the qualities which made possible the founding and the growth of this republic. We, as a people, are fortunate that we have not yet gone so far on-the “welfare state’ road that we cannot turn back. We can still save ourselves from the final disaster that has overcome so much of the world. But we, as a people, must do it ourselves. Big government will not do it for us. We must ask ourselves this ‘question: “‘Are we willing, in return for a mirage of material security, for which we pay through exorbitant taxation, to sacrifice those liberties for which men have fought and strugggled for two thousand years?” I wish, I can, I will—these are the three trumpet notes to victory. Cost of living—your income plus 25 percent. PRS NR. TNS cont BOERS ST ae TE AOR: aie = chnearpeeger errs: SRE & WE CAN GUIDE HIM . Just Wonderin’ 1 Wonder at the power which Christmas has To make us really fine and true st To‘show us all the good that is in man In a convincing grand review. The influence of Christmas is a potent one indeed; quite suddenly we find ourselves led aside from ‘‘the world that is too much with us,” and transported into a realm of gentle emotions, kindly impulses and warm human interests. We not only see, we live the pattern oflife as it should be and we are inordinately gay and happy while the spell is upon us. We talk volubly of the Christmas spirit and we refer to it as something that comes from realms afar and takes possession for a time of our minds and our hearts. We speak of it as a transforming influence that once a year makes us over and leads us in the paths of peace, good fellowship and understanding. We speak of it as something mysterious that performs its all too short mission and then flies back to its unknown habitation and leaves the poor old world to its tasks and sorrows and mistaken efforts and to its inhibitions and its indifference and prejudices. Just for a time it comes, that Christmas Spirit and then away it goes for an entire year of time and’ ‘nearly always we finish our discourse with the pious Words, ‘“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the Christmas spirit could remain with us through the year?” Now that line of palaver is all wrong, for the Christmas spirit is not something that comes and goes; it does remain with us all through the year, but we do not allow it to function. The spirit of Christmas lives in the hearts and minds of men and women everywhere; it is not something that takes flight ‘as soon as the Christmas lights grow dim and if we would enjoy its beneficient influence through the days to come all we have to do is to keep our hearts and minds open so that it may hold sway, even as it does through the brief Yuletide season. The gentle sentiments, the warmth of understanding, the good fellowship, the freedom from bigotry and prejudice which we manifest at Christmas time, all'of these are ours, inherent in the human mind and ready to function whenever called upon to do so. Let's not put them aside, let's not lock them away and wait for their reappearance when next it is time for Santa Claus to visit our drab world of affairs. Let’s recognize the fact that within ourselves are the emotions and sentiments which we see in operation at this season of the year, and that all we have to do is to keep them alive and vital. It is up to us to be gentle people for as long as we wish to be, for ‘within each and every one of us are all the ingredients with which gentleness and kindly understanding are composed. I Wonder at the influence of things that never even existed. There is, for instance, the influence of Tiny Tim, who was just a figment of a great man’s imagination, yet has after many years the power to sway the hearts of men and invoke all the emotions that make us what we are at Christmas time. Tiny Tim is just a fragile character from a book, and yet his influence upon the English speaking people of the world is greater than that of any national character who ever shook the earth with martial tread. Who touches our hearts and brings the moisture to our eyes at istmas time? Not Hammurabi, Caesar, or Napoleon, ph Alexander, not any of the earth's great and mighty;*it is Tiny Tim of whom we think and speak; Tiny Tim who slips his fragile hand in ours and leads the way. Tiny Tim, the little cripple of one man’s imagination who whispers in our hearts, ““God bless us, every one.”’ Yes, a little child shall lead them and it matters not whether that little child once lived and walked upon the earth or whether he was out of a book. Such strange tricks are performed in the name of influence. ADELINE MERRIAM CONNER. Our metropolitan press continues its Madame Grundy tongue clacking with its distasteful reporting of the birth of Rita Hayworth’s daughter. So what if the number of months between marriage and birth don’t total nine? If such is any other person’s concern beyond the family involved than a surprising number of marriages made to beat the stork would be of public concern. 4 Letters to ‘The Editor The views and opinions appearing in this column, Letters to The Editor, are not necessarily those of The Nugget. We of this home were shocked and made very sad to learn of the tragic death of our friend, Alfred Rossi. And having known him both as a@ wonderful mechanic and a fine friend we wish to write these few lines as a tribute to his worth. It is not for us.to question the manner of his tragic passing.

Fate does not accord us all the right to grow old and mellow and die, much like the yellow leaves which drop one by one off the mother tree when wintér comes. But it is for us to weigh Al Rossis worth. As a man he stood at the top of the ladder. For he was an honest man. ‘And surely there is nothing better or nobler in God’s creation than an “honest man.”. Al Rossi .was this kind of a man. It makes us very glad’ to think that our eulogy which we grant him tonight was spoken to him with our own lips while he was still with us in the flesh. We care not about giving our flowers to the dead—but to the living. By the standard or judgment of our world Al Rossi was not an immortal. But by our standard of judgment he belongs to the great. Every man or woman who aspires to be kind, good and most of all honest, is a great person. They immediately join the ranks of the immortals. And this regardless whether stupid men grant them this right. So we care not if the world at large crowns not the worth: of men or women of Al Rossi’s stature. It is enough for us—of this home— to have known, loved and respected the golden worth of you —Alfred Rossi. Your job was a humble one: being a good mechanic and a goog husband and father. Like most of us in this world—(our jobs too are humble ones such as yours) but you put dignity and meaning into it. We ever will think of you as a worker, a creator and a producer. And we know that it is these—these kind of men and women who make the world go around. Often we looked upon your toil-worn. hands, ,ever full of oil and grease—jyst the hands of a hard working mechanic— but Al Rossi, we loved you very . t _ A INS Nevada County — Long Ago Floy-Margaret Reynolds 20 Years Ago The proposed municipal aviation field on Wet Hill was the main topic of discussion at -a meeting of the Nevada City Chamber of Commerce. A. map prepared by Edward C. Uren which showed that dmple runways could be built provoked much interest. . A cabinet of gold specimens which had been for years the cynosure of admiring eyes at the Bank of America vaults in Nevada City was sold by the owners of the Red Ledge: mine, to a Denver collector for $50 per ounce. Siskiyou county purchased $80,000 worth, also, to be used for display at the state fair and the court house in Yreka. There had been a movement to have the Nevada County Development Co. purchase the specimens but the idea never got past the talking stage. «“The .Birds’ Christmas Carél” presented by the Nevada City high school at! the Nevada theatre included in the cast Ruth Rector, Milton Masters, Grace Towle, Bill Rector, Madeline . Himes, Ann Williams, Katherine . Celio, Erlene Sutton, Beth Cur. now, Warren Chapman, Bill . Sharp and Harry Davey. 50 Years Ago Richard Sandow Jr. and Miss Lulu E. Worl of Nevada City were married on Christmas day by Rev. J. W. Phelps at Sandow home on Piety hill The groom is an employe at the Nevada foundry. The Hon E. M. Preston of Nevada City delivered the oration at the exercises held at Sacramento by Tehama Lodge, F. & / A. M., in celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the organization of that lodge. The holiday number of the San Francisco Music and Drama, a magazine, published a portrait of George F Jacobs of Nevada City and paid him the following compliment: f “George F. Jacobs, manager of the opera house at Nevada City, is the oldest manager in active service in California’ Mr. Jacobs has watched the growth of Neva-. da City since it started as-a placer mining camp. He has over 6,000 population to draw from and, knowing what will please his patrons, seldom makes a misdeeply because of those hands. They were the marks of real character. They made you the, man that you were. And because . you lived here, in our midst, we . have become stronger and hap-. pier. What was best and finest, of you did not die. For all that was good, kind, and honest in you is remembered in our soul. This part of you never can die —no, not even with the closing of the grave over our own cold bodies. We hope that something take in his calculations as to what a company may expect.” There was great rivalry among the saloon keepers. of Nevada City to see which would give the grandest free: lunch on New Year’s Eve.” °° 75 Years Ago There were 28 lodges, clubs and societies in Nevada City. The Odd Fellows were represented by four, the Free Masons by five, of you will live on and on to inspire others along the hard way of life to more beautiful living. We ‘could say much more about you, Al Rossi, but we told you the firemen by two, the Methodists by three dnd there were 14 . miscellaneous societies such as . the Congregational Sewing Soci. ety, Episcopal Sewing Society, many times what we thought of ; Young Ladies’ Social Club, Maryou: “You are a-geed man;~and . rieq Ladies’ Social Club, Old Lahonest man, Rosgi.” And with’ dies Social Club, Young Men’s your kind memory ever with us. Social Club and the Nevada Sowe say to you, dear friend, “a! cial Club. gentle good night” and hoping . John Bacigapuli and A. C,. of seeing you when our little job . Gove of Nevada City held a turhere is done.’ Good’ night again. key shoot at Mulloy’s ranch for We extend to Rossi’s wife and/ which tickets to participate were children our deepest love and sold for 25 cents. Bert Lancaster sympathy. Val and Lilly Belle Baima. of the livery ‘stable was champion. The world ‘is looking for do it. the man who can do something, not for the man who can “‘explain’’ why he did not type of spectacles we wear. Whether the world is blue or rosy depends upon the It’s our outlook, and not the world, that needs attention. Advertisement From where I sit . 4y Joe Marsh, A Tonic For The Missus The missus came marching in with a new hat yesterday. She was as happy as a circus poster. I’ve learned one thing about the hats she buys. A hat is a tonic to her. If she’s feeling blue, nothing gives her a lift like a new hat. Now, I could trade in my old grey fedora without raising my blood pressure a notch. But I'll admit that more than once I’ve bought a new briar pipe I didn’t need—just because life was getting a little bit monotonous. With Buck Howell it’s something , else again. When Buck is feeling . low, he gets over it by blowing on ° a broken-down clarinet he hasn’t mastered in twenty years. From where I sit, different people are always going to respond to different things in different ways. So let’s keep a friendly understanding of what. other folks get out of a new hat, an old clarinet, a chocolate soda or a temperate glass of sparkling beer or ale now and then, SEES kee reali tan ans Seen ee Copyright, 1949, United States Brewers Foundation