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EDITORIAL PAGE
THE M CALL
F. W. KELLOGG, President and Publisher
JOHN D. SPRECKELS, Vice President and Treasurer
Quackery Must Stop in the
State of California
Board of Medical Examiners Start War on Illegal Prac
titioners and Will Drive Them Out
Quack doctors will have to go from California. These pests,
which are worse themselves than the plague, are being prosecuted
now by the state board of medical examiners and Louis H. Ward,
attorney for the board, and undoubtedly a group of them will be
sent to jail and the others will be driven into states that are less
fastidious in the matter of their medical practitioners.
The Call is earnestly behind the state authorities in their war
on this evil crew. From its first appearance as an evening news
paper The Call has erected a barrier in the face of these men by
refusing their advertisements. And whenever an objectionable
advertisement, inserted by subterfuge and false pretense, has
found its way into our columns the advertisement has been thrown
out as soon as its character has been revealed. Since its entrance
into the evening field The Call has sought the aid of its readers
in its campaign for clean advertising. We have announced every
day on the classified advertisement pages that The Call would be
grateful to any reader who would notify the management of any
intrusion into its columns by quack or faker, who, in a guise of re
spectability, might escape the vigilance of The Call's advertising
department.
The method of these quacks is well known. They prey upon
the ignorant and the shamed. They exploit the poor and the inex
perienced. These doctors practice a form of extortion, blackmail
and grand larceny by trick and device. Among their victims
are the ignorant, who are attracted by the impossible promises of
the quacks and who are robbed and ruined by the men who mas
querade under the name of physicians. It is part of the system of
these men to aggravate a patient's disorders with the sole motive
of robbery.
Can any one oppose the fight which the state board of medical
examiners is making to rid California of these dangerous banditti,
who give their patients, not the alternate of "money or your life,"
but always insist on money and oftentimes, too, take life?
The Call stands ready to support the state medical board to
the utmost of its ability in the war on quackery.
Too Many Dogs in the Manger
Opposition to San Francisco's Rights to Water Is All of One
Type—the Senate Will See That
The "nature lovers" have gone into winter quarters at Wash
ington,-and with the aid of Sierra club stationery, which does not
belong to them, are preparing to keep pure water out of San
Francisco for another twenty years. Senator Works of California
is graciously furnishing his office as a conning tower for the mili
tant admirers of lakeless valleys and all is ready for the big lobby
in the United States senate.
The incident of Sierra club stationery is important. The
Society for the Preservation of National Parks is sending out lit
erature to members of the Sierra club inclosed in envelopes of the
Sierra club, which is not as an organization opposing San Fran
cisco's right. At a matter of fact, while some members of the
Sierra club have taken the field against San Francisco in declaring
that the Hetch Hetchy valley should not be given over to San
Francisco as a reservoir site, the club itself has been able to find
recreation away from the Hetch Hetchy. having made several
recent pilgrimages to the Kings river canyon, and no trip, in a
number of years, to the cherished Hetch Hetchy. Does the club
consider that the Hetch Hetchy valley is so sacred that it must not
be disturbed by human feet?
Of course, it believes nothing of the kind. The best of the
membership of that splendid organization is behind San Francisco
in its fight for Hetch Hetchy, knowing, not only that San Fran
cisco has a moral and legal right to the reservoir site, but realizing
that San Francisco would add to the beauty of the spot by the
creation of a lake where now there is a swamp infested with mos
quitoes and well night inaccessible.
But the use of Sierra club envelopes—who furnished the
stamps?—in spreading "nature loving" literature is a wicked trick
—wicked because any act is wicked which is deceitful or which is
calculated to rob a community of what belongs to it by legal and
moral right.
San Francisco has no fear that the United States senate will
oppose its application for the use of the land which already belongs
to San Francisco.
Senator Works may rally a few to his side on the invalid rep
resentation that irrigationists need the water. What irrigationists
do? Can Senator Works be specific and show that any but a
group of promoters are opposing the city's claim? A certain pro
moter, it appeared in the recent senate committee hearing, wants
to organize a company to use the flood waters of the Tuolumne
watershed if San Francisco is not given its prior right. But there
is raised this question: Would the promoter be able to do the
necessary work to save the storm waters for his project? Could
his visionary district support the improvements that would be
necessary to undertake?
Should the valid rights of a million people, the valid rights of
San Francisco, be set aside because a promoter has a vision?
There is too much dog in the manger in this Hetch Hetchy
opposition. There are the nature lovers who never go to Hetch
Hetchy and who want also to keep San Francisco out of the valley;
there are men representing rival water sites, who could not supply
San Francisco and who do not want any other site to supply the
city, and there are the promoters, who very probably can not use
the Hetch Hetchy water and yet do not want San Francisco to
use it.
100,000 Drumsticks Today
You have eaten a California turkey today. That means you
have eaten a fresh turkey, not one transported in cold storage half
way across the continent, but a bird brought either alive or fresh
killed from the San Joaquin or Sacramento valleys or the foothills
of the Coast range into the city to be laid brown and crisp and
surrounded by a delectable equipment of cranberry sauce and
mince pie on the family table. Four hundred tons of turkeys
will be placed on San Francisco tables today. More than 50,000
turkeys have offered their wishbones up in sacrifice that San Fran
cisco may eat. One hundred thousand drumsticks, 100,000 wings,
300,000 slices of the light meat and many more of the dark have
been disposed of; 50,000 necks left for the cold table tomorrow
noon.
Furthermore, the turkeys were not put on at a prohibitive
price, but sold for from 25 cents a pound upward.
Why California should have had to import turkeys from other
states is a mystery. Texas has the distinction of being the great
turkey producing state of the union and the communities there
hold turkey processions and other festivals in honor of the Thanks
giving bird. The native habitat of the domestic turkey is Mexico,
where the bird was discovered by Cortez and by him introduced
:rtto Europe and later into the American colonies. There the Mex
ican fowl was mated with the wild turkey of the Atlantic seaboard
region. The juxtaposition of Texas and Mexico explains, of
course, the success with which turkeys are bred in the Lone Star
state. But California, with its diversity of climate, should be
able to compete with any region in raising the bird.
California must not let go in any department of farming, least
of all in poultry raising.
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL
Evening Calls
So the Slingsby case is slung by the grand jury.
Thomas Lipton has now reached the fourth leaf of his shamrock.
A municipal egg plant is recommended. But do we need it now that
there is no municipal theater in sight?
If another siege of Paris should occur automobile tires would be
found to be a poor substitute for horse flesh.
We might overlook Governor Blease's wholesale pardoning of con
victs if his other acts weren't so unpardonable.
Another proof is given of the deadly effectiveness of a revolver as
a protection against burglars. As usual, the burglar escaped and the in
nocent person was hit. '
* # *
The ministers are going to put the lid on Chicago. When they've
j done that they'll be prepared for a real job, like lidding Los Angeles'
I suburbs.
* * »
Three hundred motor speeders were arrested by the police in four
j months and 22 were convicted. Looks like the traffic cops are more in
terested in the safety of pedestrians than the police judges are.
* * *
Albania won't be satisfied with a mere prince as its ruler. It wants
i a king. Well, America is prepared to furnish the country with any kind of
I a king wanted, from the "King of Pickpockets" to the Copper King."
A BIG ONE THIS YEAR
AND SO IT GOES
Footnotes of Humor
A Scotchman had the misfortune to
get arrested and sentenced. He was
given a bucket of water, a brush and
a cake of soap and told to wash his
cell. Some time later the warder came
in and saw the prisoner giving him
self a thorough scouring.
"Here!" he cried, "what are you do
ing? Didn't I tell you to wash your
cell?"
"Aye, an' am I no' washin" masel*?"
asked the surprised offender.
* * #
"I don't want to appear boastful,"
said the artist, "but the beauty of
my pictures renders people absolutely
speechless."
"Hooray!" exclaimed the weary
looking visitor, "I must bring my
wife to see them."
* # *
An Englishman and an Irishman
made a bet as to which could swim
the longest. On the day of the, race
the Irishman came to the shore in a
bathing suit, and a large satchel on
his back. The Englishman asked what
he had in the bag.
"Provisions for three days,"' coolly
answered Pat.
"The bet's off," said te Englishman,
as he handed Pat the money.
A few days later he heard that
Paddy couldn't swim a stroke.
» » *
The principal grocer of a small
country town was chatting with sev
eral customers when a discussion
arose as to the wonderful sense of
touch the blind have.
"Here comes old blind Henry Per
kins now," said the grocer. "Well
test him."
He took a scoopful of sugar arid ex
tended it to the old man.
"Feel this, Henry," ho said, "and
tell us what it is."
The blind man put his hand in the
scoop, passed its contents through his
fingers and said in a firm, confident
tone, "Sand."
NOVEMBER 27, 1913
PLAN WORLD
HIGHWAYS-IN
<0> THE AIR ♦
GARRETT P. SERVISS
SAYS:
Enthusiastic Aviators Are Talk
ing of the Establishment of
Great World Roads Through
the Air—lt Is the Boldest Ex
periment in Aerial Navigation
That Has Yet Been Faced, a
Really Great Enterprise That
Must Command the Admira
tion of the Whole World."
GARRETT P. SERVISS
THE first great world roads
were on the land, and they
made rich and powerful
such cities as Palmyra, Damas
cus, Cairo, Bagdad, Samarcand,
situated at the beginning or the
end, or at important intersec
tions, of long and difficult routes
over vast deserts and tangled
mountains.
Then came the great sea routes,
first on the Mediterranean, and
then round the Cape of Good
Hope and Cape Horn, and event
ually across the oceans, which
made, in succession, the fortunes
of Alexandria, Tyre, Carthage,
Venice. Antwerp, London, New
York, San Francisco.
Now ienthusiastic aviators are
talking of the establishment of
great world roads in the air, and
it remains for the future to de
cide whether they, in their turn,
will lay the foundations of com
mercial capitals as yet un
dreamed of. The atmosphere,
too, has its natural routes, de
termined partly by the lay of the
land, partly by the existence of
great centers of population, part
ly by the inaccessibility of points
otherwise desirable for the de
velopment of human industry,
and partly by the peculiarities of
winds and air currents.
Three such routes through the
air are being considered for ex
ploration by French aviators.
One Will Run Across the
Sahara Desert to
Timbuctoo
One of them lies across the des
ert of Sahara, from Algeria,
southward, to Timbuctoo and
the River Niger. Three years
ago French military authorities
sent squadrons of aeroplanes to
Biskra and Dakar with orders
to attack the great desert. Ex
plorations were made, but noth
ing of serious importance was
accomplished because, as is now
alleged, there was not sufficient
initiative shown by those in
charge of the work. Take the
airships to Colomb-Bechar, says
an experienced aviator, and the
problem will be solved, and the
transit of the desert, which now
requires four months by cara
van, will be made easily in two
days. Next year it is expected
this will be done under the lead
of M, Etienne.
Within a few months past two
other great air routes have been
proposed, and preparations are
now xinder way to attempt their
opening. One of these goes from
Paris to Cairo, and the other
from Paris to Bagdad.
The first, as laid out, passes
across Europe to Constantinople,
thence to Konia in Asia Minor,
then to Aleppo, Jerusalem, Gaza,
Port Said and Cairo. The stopr
ping points and places for re
victualment have all been marked
out. M. Daucourt, accompanied
by M. Roux as passenger, are
to attempt this passage as soon
BYRON
WILLIAM F. KIRK
READING Harold's Pilgrimage,
Reading truth on every page,
Truth and beauty wild, divine,
Low I bow at Byron's shrine.
I can see a troubled soul
Grimly groping for its goal,
Looking to the stars above
From a world he did not love;
Sneering in the shadows dim
At the world that loved not him.
How he flayed the rich and mean
Groveling 'neath him like a worm!
With his satire razor-keen!
How he made the pompous squirm.
Yet his lines at gentler times
Tinkled like a cherub's chimes,
Rising o'er his wish to blast
With a beauty unsurpassed.
Never knowing joy or peace
Till the summons came in Greece,
What a soul of scornful pride
Bounded free when Byron died!
THE DIFFERENCE hs
CONSTANCE CLARKE
ONE time I thought that I would be content
With passiveness, nor dared I hope for more;
For all my hopes were on my own love bent.
What mattered yours?—that was before.
Time was when in the dust before your feet
I flung my heart with all its dreams laid bare.
I thought my love sufficient then —but, sweet,
That was before—for now, I care.
as their preparations can be
completed. Part of their sup
plies have already gone forward
to Smyrna and Beyrout.
The stages of the second route,
also starting from Paris, are
Constantinople, Aleppo, Mes
kine-Ed. east of Palestine, Deir.
Aneh, Hit, Felloudja, Bagdad-
Bassora.
The difficulties of both these
routes are foreseen. As one
writer puts it. "The way from
Belgrade to Constantinople is a
hard one." But there is worse
ahead. Arrived in Asia Minor
the aviators will have to conduct
their machines over the Tauras
mountains, which attain an ele
vation of 13,000 feet.
The Boldest Experiment
Aerial Navigation
Has Faced
In this region no aid can be
expected. The explorers will
have to depend upon their own
resources and the excellence of
their apparatus. It is the bold
est experiment in aerial naviga
tion that has yet been faced, a
really grand enterprise which
must command the admiration
and best wishes of the whole
world!
It is as good as reading the
"Arabian Nights" to think about
it! Imagine the speechless
amazement of the inhabitants of
the valley of the Euphrates at
seeing a great mechanical bird,
carrying two men. and guided by
them, coming out of the won
derful west, soaring across the
vast plains where the patriarch
Abraham plodded over the sand*
on his long, weary journey to
the future land of Israel, circling
above the site of the tower of
Babel, and coming down, at
length, in Bagdad, where Ha
roun-al-Raschid, with his vizier,
used to wander about the dark
streets at night to spy out what
his turbaned subjects were about.
Already, before these routes
of the air have been established,
the achievements of men turned
bird have so far distanced the
wildest tales of the old Arabian
story tellers that the imagina
tion must let out another link in
order to keep apace with them.
Magicians of Science
Have Beaten Those
of Romance
The prince who turned a peg
in the neck of his wooden horse
and flew away with his princess
from China to Africa no longer
interests us as he once did. His
story has become too common
place; he was only an imaginary
aviator, and now we have real
ones.
The magicians of science have
beaten the magicians of romance,
and the latter will have to go out
of business unless they can find
dreams that are less easily turned
into actualities than their old
ones have been.

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