May 27, 1949 (6 pages)

ee 2—The Nevada City Nugget, Friday, May 27, 1949 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 Tuesday and Friday at Nevada City, California, and entered as matter of the second class in the postoffice at Nevada City mnder Act of Congress, March 8, 1879. : SUBSCRIPTION RATES ne year outside county (in advance) ..-.-.---.-.-----sss8sss-seee-2--+ $3.00 “One year in county (in advance) a 280 Four months (in advance) .--1.00 One month (in advance) .30 ‘MEMORIAL DAY ° The observance of Memorial Day serves to impress upon us not only how much we owe to those who gave their lives in defense of our country, but what we owe to those who would have to bear the brunt of the battle should war come again.We can pay no greater tribute to the dead than to strive to make this world a warless world—the kind of world they hoped it would be. In so doing we shall help to prevent any further increase in the great ‘‘silent army’ and enable our young men to devote their talents mainly to peaceful pursuits. In seeking a lasting peace, however, we must heed the lessons of the past. We know now that war cannot be avoided or justice preserved through appeasement. We know that firmness—and, yes, even toughness on some occasions—will do more to prevent armed conflict than weakneed subservience. There are difficult obstacles on the road to a warless . . world, but we must be willing to fight for its attainment . with all our energy, tenacity and skill. To do less would be to betray both those who gave their lives in battle and those who would have to make the supreme sacrifice should war come again. “‘NEIN! NEIN!” It was unfortunate for the Russians that they got walJoped with one of the worst political black eyes ever just ‘before the start of the Foreign Ministers Conference in Paris. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to have been that way. The election in Eastern Germany was designed to present “convincing” proof that the Germans behind the Iron ‘Curtain were wholeheartedly supporting the “‘peoples’’ program for a united Germany. __ But even the Russians admit that one-third of the people voted against the Kremlin’s hand-picked slate of The Human Race . Sam SCATBACK MAKES THE TRIP HOME FROM THE SHOP EVERY DAY IN [94 MINUTES FLAT~+ Wipes a . AND WHAT DOES OUR’ HERO DO WITH THE MINUTE AND A HALF HE SAVES 7 GIVE A LOOK! ———— Just Wonderin’ I Wonder now as summer comes To smile from sunny skies of blue, To fill the land with fragrant charms And make fair nature fresh and new, If we may answer to the call Of blossom time and steal away To revel in the sight and sounds Of just one perfect day. © A poet once propounded this question, ‘‘what is so rare as a day in June?” Once in a state of unlimited enthusiasm I answered, ‘‘any old day in California.”’ Since that time I have sampled several changing seasons and «candidates, and you can be pretty sure that the actual : ‘vote was much more heavily negative. This result is all . the more unusual because of the people in Eastern Germany know that a “Nein” vote is made at the risk of their own safety and that of their families. The usual score in a behind-the-curtain election is 99 per cent in favor of the slate. Of course, the Soviets can claim that the voters were ‘victims of ‘‘lying propaganda from imperialistic nations’’. Bui that in itself would be an admission that Russian propaganda is falling down. No matter what is said at Paris the Soviets have lost amportant ground—and they know it. LOSS OF MORAL POWER In its conclusion to a long editorial on compulsory government health insurance, Life magazine says, “What worries us is the loss of moral power that must come when a people turns more and more to compulsion to solve its problems. Left to their own devices, the U. S. people have shown both ingenuity and ability in meeting their needs through voluntary action. Without state compulsion they have created the best medicine in the world. ‘What is more, they have demonstrated ‘that America can shape the social instruments necessary to a modern society without relinquishing the fredoms and responsibilities that make it strong.”’ The fight against compulsory health insurance is not a selfish fight against improving medical service to the American people. The country needs more doctors. It needs more hospital beds and other facilities. The point is how to get these additional requirements without destroying the magnificent achievements we have already made. Senator Smith of New Jersey described the problem admirably in this little parable: “I think of a man who lives in a fine big house with a leaky roof. The man says, "This is horrible . . . We must tear down the house and ‘go build a wonderful new jail and live in the jail instead.’ "’ Compulsory health insurance, which would inevitably xegiment and subject to political coercion the medical profession of the nation, would be such a jail. What, then, is the proper solution to the medical care ~~problems we have left? It lies in the voluntary prepayment medical plans which now serve some 50,000,000 people, in the constant progress the doctors and scientists are making in both extending and improving standards of care, in some workable means of helping those who are actually indigent. Then we can have even better health— \without the jail. £ The object of punishment is threefold: for just retribu‘tion; for the protection of society; for the reformation of “the offender. —Tryon Edwards -Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that xolleth a stone, it will return upon him.—Proverbs 26:27 ° now I feel ready to repeat the poet’s query and respond with a “nothing is so rare as a day in June—in California. June is the month of roses, brides, wedding bells and; and speaking of roses, at this very moment, they are blooming in rare profusion and we catch their fragrance upon every passing breeze. Long ago Father Junipero Serra said of the roses of California; “they are like the roses of Castile,’”’ and if that is true, Castile is to be congratuated. Plant a rose and you will have planted something that: will persist, for roses despite their seeming fragility are strangely tenacious of life and this fact is apparent to those who follow the old pioneer trails of the west, especially along the Mother Lode country. Several years ago, we. treked One day to Michigan Bar; it was a beautiful day in early spring with blue skies above and green grass beneath our fee; upon the shore of the quietly flowing river we came upon a delapidated group of old huts—pioneer’ cabins in the last stages of dust and decay, but at the door of one we found a rose bush in full bloom, filling the place with its fresh fragrance and telling a tale of a long, long vigil in a place where it had once ben planted by loving hands and tended with watchful care. Whose were the hands that once caressed it, Watered arid tended with loving care? What were the words once whispered to it, As it grew and budded and blossomed there? We do not know the history of the rose tree at Michigan Bar; but we have in our own care at the present time an equally long lived rose and its history is very well known to quite a number of people. It was planted by a pioneer woman, Mrs. F. F. Mobley, probably as far back as the early sixties. For many years it had no care—no attention, but it did not grow discouraged. Every spring it put forth new foliage and covered itself with a profusion of sweet, old fashioned flowers. True to all that the past had taken, it waited for the coming of some on one who would love it and appreciate its tale of faithfulness. Once or twice during its long years of waiting, fire swept over it, burning it so that it seemed all life must have perished, but not so, the very next spring it came up from the roots and produced a few roses upon its new branches. I often think of Liberty as, the rose of the world, and liken it to the rose upon our garden wall; then I. am not afraid when it is threatened or.when in some lands and under certain circumstances it meets with seeming defeat. Liberty is like our pioneer rose tree; it is tenacious of life and always its powers of recuperation are ready to spring into flower again, when the season is propitious and the sun is ready to shine down upon it. Yes, Liberty is the Rose of the World, let those who are privileged to enjoy its fragrance, watch and tend it with loving care. —Adeline Merriam Conner LURE TITRE MBSR SEAN GI cee Gow Picerk-s T RAIL Charles Scott Haley One thing that irked a good many of us who had had several years of engineering experience, was the assignment to positions above us of young West Point graduates who were plainly unlicked cubs as far as the mechanics of engineering work was concerned, and yet who were in a position to make or break engineers of years experience and training. Almost one entire class who would ordinarily have served an apprenticeship as **shavetail’’ lieutenants, were quickly elevated to the rank of major, and placed in command of various encampments. This was hard for some of us to take, but we had already learned discipline; and also some of these officers were conscious of their shortcomings and were content to give us our heads in getting work accomplished. One July day came the underground report that the 521st and 522nd engineers were due for entrainment to embarkation point, and a friend of mine in the 522nd promptly got leave to go to New York to get married to the girl of his choice, and asked me to go along as best man. Thus it happened that I came to the Episcopal church in Brooklyn where my father and mother had been married forty-two years before, and there assisted at another wedding of more military character. But about the first of August, we received orders, and entrained the night we received them. Our colored lads were wildly excited, and when we ferried across to Hoboken, were quite sure that they had crossed the Atlantic. They were most surprised to find that Jersey City and Hoboken looked almost the same as the rest of the United States. But we embarked on the ‘“Susquehanna’’—an old time freighter which was packed to the guards with about two thousand colored troops and five hundred whites— and sailed out past Sandy Hook one brilliant August afternoon with high hearts for adventure. . happened to be made mess officer of my ship, and it was not long before I had to get to work. The ships officers had arranged mess lines without -‘. regard to racial prejudice. As a result, white boys, many of them from the south, were standing in line among land behind negroes. This was not what they were used to, and both they and the negroes resented it. The result was that the first meal that evening caused indescribable confusion, and took about five hours to serve. The ships officers threw the situation very properly in our laps, and by next morning I had arranged two colored and one white mess line in forward and after gangways which did not interfere with one another. Feeding time was cut down to an hour and a half, which was a lot more satisfactory. But by that time came the old enemy— mal de mer. Our black children found the ship’s canteen, and it was not unusual to see one of them appearing on deck with a package of ginger cakes, one of chocolate sweets, two bars of nut chocolate, one package of sweet pickles, two boxes of sardines, a whole coconut cake, and unlimited quantities of ginger ale, and pop—all at the same time. These he would wolf down with great gusto and little effort. Then a little later, would come retribution. Several trips to the rail and a change in complexion from brown black to green, and then a hasty trip below to his bunk or some ones else. Result, below decks, a terrible mess. We had to drag those poor souls out once a day when they were ready to die, and go over the whole ship with lysol and scrubbing mops. About the fourth day out the battle cruiser which was guarding us turned round and left for New York, and for another four days the ten ships in the convoy wallowed lonesomely on their zigzag course. At night no lights were permitted to show, and between decks the ghastly blue lamps which were everywhere below, made us all look like an assemblage of fiends when we did foregather in the main saloon. Nevertheless, we found enough talent among our colored friends to stage one good minstrel show. a : The weather grew rougher as we approached the European coast, and about the eighth morning we were delighted to see a destroyer convey spring up from nowhere to guard us in. Of course every eye of the whole twentyfive hundred on our ship, and of the thousands on the others, was peeled day and night for the sight of a German periscope. There were two or three practice alarms to get us accustomed to our stations—every man was assigned to a boat or a raft—but we did not know that Fritz had prepared a real party for us, which only head winds had caused us to miss. We were a day late in arriving at Brest, and when we did not arrive on schedule, the Mount Vernon, outgoing for New York, was sunk by the German submarines which had evidently been notified of our coming. So we missed that one, anyway. _But we did not miss the rough weather in the Bay of Biscay. It was the order of all lieutenants to stand two hour watches in the crows nest during the daytime, as lookouts. When one of my own lieutenants, from Utah, originally, was so seasick in the pitching of the topmast that he had to be lowered down by a rope—too sick to climb down—I thought it was time some of the captains took their share of the grief—and for the last few days we stood our watch along with them. F ortunately, . have ever been seasick, and it was certainly interesting to watch the destroyers changing positions on all sides of the convoy, hour after hour. (to be continued) ) Yi No abilities, however splendid, can command sugcess without intense labor and persevering application. A. T. Stewart Penalties may be delayed, but they are sure to come. \

ee 2—The Nevada City Nugget, Friday, May 27, 1949 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 Tuesday and Friday at Nevada City, California, and entered as matter of the second class in the postoffice at Nevada City mnder Act of Congress, March 8, 1879. : SUBSCRIPTION RATES ne year outside county (in advance) ...-.-.---.-.-----sss8sss-seee-2--+ $3.00 “One year in county (in advance) a 280 Four months (in advance) .--1.00 One month (in advance) .30 ‘MEMORIAL DAY ° The observance of Memorial Day serves to impress upon us not only how much we owe to those who gave their lives in defense of our country, but what we owe to those who would have to bear the brunt of the battle should war come again.We can pay no greater tribute to the dead than to strive to make this world a warless world—the kind of world they hoped it would be. In so doing we shall help to prevent any further increase in the great ‘‘silent army’ and enable our young men to devote their talents mainly to peaceful pursuits. In seeking a lasting peace, however, we must heed the lessons of the past. We know now that war cannot be avoided or justice preserved through appeasement. We know that firmness—and, yes, even toughness on some occasions—will do more to prevent armed conflict than weakneed subservience. There are difficult obstacles on the road to a warless . . world, but we must be willing to fight for its attainment . with all our energy, tenacity and skill. To do less would be to betray both those who gave their lives in battle and those who would have to make the supreme sacrifice should war come again. “‘NEIN! NEIN!” It was unfortunate for the Russians that they got walJoped with one of the worst political black eyes ever just ‘before the start of the Foreign Ministers Conference in Paris. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to have been that way. The election in Eastern Germany was designed to present “convincing” proof that the Germans behind the Iron ‘Curtain were wholeheartedly supporting the “‘peoples’’ program for a united Germany. __ But even the Russians admit that one-third of the people voted against the Kremlin’s hand-picked slate of The Human Race . Sam SCATBACK MAKES THE TRIP HOME FROM THE SHOP EVERY DAY IN [94 MINUTES FLAT~+ Wipes a . AND WHAT DOES OUR’ HERO DO WITH THE MINUTE AND A HALF HE SAVES 7 GIVE A LOOK! ———— Just Wonderin’ I Wonder now as summer comes To smile from sunny skies of blue, To fill the land with fragrant charms And make fair nature fresh and new, If we may answer to the call Of blossom time and steal away To revel in the sight and sounds Of just one perfect day. © A poet once propounded this question, ‘‘what is so rare as a day in June?” Once in a state of unlimited enthusiasm I answered, ‘‘any old day in California.”’ Since that time I have sampled several changing seasons and «candidates, and you can be pretty sure that the actual : ‘vote was much more heavily negative. This result is all . the more unusual because of the people in Eastern Germany know that a “Nein” vote is made at the risk of their own safety and that of their families. The usual score in a behind-the-curtain election is 99 per cent in favor of the slate. Of course, the Soviets can claim that the voters were ‘victims of ‘‘lying propaganda from imperialistic nations’’. Bui that in itself would be an admission that Russian propaganda is falling down. No matter what is said at Paris the Soviets have lost amportant ground—and they know it. LOSS OF MORAL POWER In its conclusion to a long editorial on compulsory government health insurance, Life magazine says, “What worries us is the loss of moral power that must come when a people turns more and more to compulsion to solve its problems. Left to their own devices, the U. S. people have shown both ingenuity and ability in meeting their needs through voluntary action. Without state compulsion they have created the best medicine in the world. ‘What is more, they have demonstrated ‘that America can shape the social instruments necessary to a modern society without relinquishing the fredoms and responsibilities that make it strong.”’ The fight against compulsory health insurance is not a selfish fight against improving medical service to the American people. The country needs more doctors. It needs more hospital beds and other facilities. The point is how to get these additional requirements without destroying the magnificent achievements we have already made. Senator Smith of New Jersey described the problem admirably in this little parable: “I think of a man who lives in a fine big house with a leaky roof. The man says, "This is horrible . . . We must tear down the house and ‘go build a wonderful new jail and live in the jail instead.’ "’ Compulsory health insurance, which would inevitably xegiment and subject to political coercion the medical profession of the nation, would be such a jail. What, then, is the proper solution to the medical care ~~problems we have left? It lies in the voluntary prepayment medical plans which now serve some 50,000,000 people, in the constant progress the doctors and scientists are making in both extending and improving standards of care, in some workable means of helping those who are actually indigent. Then we can have even better health— \without the jail. £ The object of punishment is threefold: for just retribu‘tion; for the protection of society; for the reformation of “the offender. —Tryon Edwards -Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that xolleth a stone, it will return upon him.—Proverbs 26:27 ° now I feel ready to repeat the poet’s query and respond with a “nothing is so rare as a day in June—in California. June is the month of roses, brides, wedding bells and; and speaking of roses, at this very moment, they are blooming in rare profusion and we catch their fragrance upon every passing breeze. Long ago Father Junipero Serra said of the roses of California; “they are like the roses of Castile,’”’ and if that is true, Castile is to be congratuated. Plant a rose and you will have planted something that: will persist, for roses despite their seeming fragility are strangely tenacious of life and this fact is apparent to those who follow the old pioneer trails of the west, especially along the Mother Lode country. Several years ago, we. treked One day to Michigan Bar; it was a beautiful day in early spring with blue skies above and green grass beneath our fee; upon the shore of the quietly flowing river we came upon a delapidated group of old huts—pioneer’ cabins in the last stages of dust and decay, but at the door of one we found a rose

bush in full bloom, filling the place with its fresh fragrance and telling a tale of a long, long vigil in a place where it had once ben planted by loving hands and tended with watchful care. Whose were the hands that once caressed it, Watered arid tended with loving care? What were the words once whispered to it, As it grew and budded and blossomed there? We do not know the history of the rose tree at Michigan Bar; but we have in our own care at the present time an equally long lived rose and its history is very well known to quite a number of people. It was planted by a pioneer woman, Mrs. F. F. Mobley, probably as far back as the early sixties. For many years it had no care—no attention, but it did not grow discouraged. Every spring it put forth new foliage and covered itself with a profusion of sweet, old fashioned flowers. True to all that the past had taken, it waited for the coming of some on one who would love it and appreciate its tale of faithfulness. Once or twice during its long years of waiting, fire swept over it, burning it so that it seemed all life must have perished, but not so, the very next spring it came up from the roots and produced a few roses upon its new branches. I often think of Liberty as, the rose of the world, and liken it to the rose upon our garden wall; then I. am not afraid when it is threatened or.when in some lands and under certain circumstances it meets with seeming defeat. Liberty is like our pioneer rose tree; it is tenacious of life and always its powers of recuperation are ready to spring into flower again, when the season is propitious and the sun is ready to shine down upon it. Yes, Liberty is the Rose of the World, let those who are privileged to enjoy its fragrance, watch and tend it with loving care. —Adeline Merriam Conner LURE TITRE MBSR SEAN GI cee Gow Picerk-s T RAIL Charles Scott Haley One thing that irked a good many of us who had had several years of engineering experience, was the assignment to positions above us of young West Point graduates who were plainly unlicked cubs as far as the mechanics of engineering work was concerned, and yet who were in a position to make or break engineers of years experience and training. Almost one entire class who would ordinarily have served an apprenticeship as **shavetail’’ lieutenants, were quickly elevated to the rank of major, and placed in command of various encampments. This was hard for some of us to take, but we had already learned discipline; and also some of these officers were conscious of their shortcomings and were content to give us our heads in getting work accomplished. One July day came the underground report that the 521st and 522nd engineers were due for entrainment to embarkation point, and a friend of mine in the 522nd promptly got leave to go to New York to get married to the girl of his choice, and asked me to go along as best man. Thus it happened that I came to the Episcopal church in Brooklyn where my father and mother had been married forty-two years before, and there assisted at another wedding of more military character. But about the first of August, we received orders, and entrained the night we received them. Our colored lads were wildly excited, and when we ferried across to Hoboken, were quite sure that they had crossed the Atlantic. They were most surprised to find that Jersey City and Hoboken looked almost the same as the rest of the United States. But we embarked on the ‘“Susquehanna’’—an old time freighter which was packed to the guards with about two thousand colored troops and five hundred whites— and sailed out past Sandy Hook one brilliant August afternoon with high hearts for adventure. . happened to be made mess officer of my ship, and it was not long before I had to get to work. The ships officers had arranged mess lines without -‘. regard to racial prejudice. As a result, white boys, many of them from the south, were standing in line among land behind negroes. This was not what they were used to, and both they and the negroes resented it. The result was that the first meal that evening caused indescribable confusion, and took about five hours to serve. The ships officers threw the situation very properly in our laps, and by next morning I had arranged two colored and one white mess line in forward and after gangways which did not interfere with one another. Feeding time was cut down to an hour and a half, which was a lot more satisfactory. But by that time came the old enemy— mal de mer. Our black children found the ship’s canteen, and it was not unusual to see one of them appearing on deck with a package of ginger cakes, one of chocolate sweets, two bars of nut chocolate, one package of sweet pickles, two boxes of sardines, a whole coconut cake, and unlimited quantities of ginger ale, and pop—all at the same time. These he would wolf down with great gusto and little effort. Then a little later, would come retribution. Several trips to the rail and a change in complexion from brown black to green, and then a hasty trip below to his bunk or some ones else. Result, below decks, a terrible mess. We had to drag those poor souls out once a day when they were ready to die, and go over the whole ship with lysol and scrubbing mops. About the fourth day out the battle cruiser which was guarding us turned round and left for New York, and for another four days the ten ships in the convoy wallowed lonesomely on their zigzag course. At night no lights were permitted to show, and between decks the ghastly blue lamps which were everywhere below, made us all look like an assemblage of fiends when we did foregather in the main saloon. Nevertheless, we found enough talent among our colored friends to stage one good minstrel show. a : The weather grew rougher as we approached the European coast, and about the eighth morning we were delighted to see a destroyer convey spring up from nowhere to guard us in. Of course every eye of the whole twentyfive hundred on our ship, and of the thousands on the others, was peeled day and night for the sight of a German periscope. There were two or three practice alarms to get us accustomed to our stations—every man was assigned to a boat or a raft—but we did not know that Fritz had prepared a real party for us, which only head winds had caused us to miss. We were a day late in arriving at Brest, and when we did not arrive on schedule, the Mount Vernon, outgoing for New York, was sunk by the German submarines which had evidently been notified of our coming. So we missed that one, anyway. _But we did not miss the rough weather in the Bay of Biscay. It was the order of all lieutenants to stand two hour watches in the crows nest during the daytime, as lookouts. When one of my own lieutenants, from Utah, originally, was so seasick in the pitching of the topmast that he had to be lowered down by a rope—too sick to climb down—I thought it was time some of the captains took their share of the grief—and for the last few days we stood our watch along with them. F ortunately, . have ever been seasick, and it was certainly interesting to watch the destroyers changing positions on all sides of the convoy, hour after hour. (to be continued) ) Yi No abilities, however splendid, can command sugcess without intense labor and persevering application. A. T. Stewart Penalties may be delayed, but they are sure to come. \