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Letter from A. M. Folger (Las Vegas) to William Reinhardt, September 27, 1948, and newspaper clipping, From where I sit, Las Vegas Review-Journal, September 26, 1948




Creator: Folger, Al M.




In the enclosed editorial sent with correspondence, Cahlan expressed a concern that if the water district were created, they would begin to get their water from Lake Mead, which of necessity would be chlorinated.

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Box 13 Folder W23-1-C Water Conservation - Supply from Lake Mead


hln000917. Union Pacific Railroad Collection, 1828-1995. MS-00397. Special Collections and Archives, University Libraries, University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Las Vegas, Nevada.


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Las Vegas - September 27, 1948 W 23-1-C Mr. Wm. Reinhardt: Enclosed is newspaper clipping from the Sunday Review-Journal, an editorial by Editor Cahlan on the water subject. Some opposition to the proposed water district is becoming apparent here, although the opposition is based not so much on the chlorine angle, but rather on the fear of higher taxes and increased water rates. In conversation with the Secretary of the Chamber of Commerce a few days ago, he advised they expect to commence an educational campaign in the newspaper and on the radio shortly after the first of the month. An extra copy of the editorial is enclosed for your convenience in case you wish to forward same to Mr. Ashby. A. M. Folder Las Vegas,Nevada REVIEW - JOURNAL September 26, 1948 From Where I Sit I never go to Reno but I thank my lucky stars for the Las Vegas water supply. In the "Biggest Little City" you drink "chlorine cocktails" for sure. They're getting to be more and more chlorine and less and less water. Maybe I have a sensitive stomach, but a few swallows of Reno's brew and things feel like I'm on fire inside. I'm not a doctor, but I do know there's supposed to be a rather delicate chemical balance in your digestive system and that acid stomach is something you're supposed to guard against. When you have an opposite condition your prescription is two drops of hydrochloric acid three times a day. Some of these water supplies contain enough chlorine (by taste) to make a cup or two of HCL in my normal day's consumption. Baking soda neutralizes the chlorine, but who likes to take a teaspoon of that stuff with every glass of water? H20 is my favorite drink, provided it's cold enough, and I need nothing else. But the health people have spoiled practically every bit of drinking water in the land by doping it with something to kill the bugs that are supposed to abound therein. So far as I'm concerned I'll take the bugs and the health authorities can have the chlorine. Perhaps I don't have all the statistics, but I can remember a whole lot of years?yes, stretch that to a whole lot of generations and even centuries, before somebody hit on the idea of bleaching the bacteria out of the drinking water, when people appeared to be quite healthy drinking water just as it came bubbling down the hillside or out of the rivers, lakes or springs. Maybe the scientists have experimented with the effect of chlorine on the human system and found nothing was harmed. And maybe the high-powered drinking water of today is perfectly harmless. I beg to disagree however, and take myself for example. I feel much better absorbing other beverages while in the land of the chlorine cocktails, and even the more potent mixtures of the dimly-lighted recreation centers leave me in much better shape than the drug-store tasting water and believe me, I'd much prefer just plain old H20 with a little ice, please. Of course, you can buy untreated water in bottles, but try to get it when you're away from home. You take what comes out of the faucet and like it or use something else to quench the thirst which, in my case, is usually terrific. Actually, I'm beginning to wonder if this popular fad of deliberately poisoning the taste of water, and perhaps your tummy along with it, hasn't been the result of propaganda spread about the land by the beverage manufacturers and distributors and/or the bottled water folks. After all, if you owned a nice mountain spring of unlimited output (or outpouring) you'd ?By A. E. Cahlon like to be able to sell it for a few dimes or couple of dollars a bottle. You'd have a gold mine. And if you could persuade people the stuff they get practically free from their tap isn't fit to drink, you'd be in, wouldn't you? I only know that to avoid the chemical aqua I'd drink almost anything, and I suppose there are others in the same boat. And that's ore of the big reasons I'm always glad to get back to Las Vegas where I can down a big, tall glass (and I have a special supply of extra tall ones for the purpose) of good water which wasn't routed through the drug store on the way into my room. One thing worries me and that is what happens when this city of ours realizes the fond dreams we have for it, and reaches a size where our artesian wells will no longer keep us supplied. Then we go to Lake Mead. And, I suppose the health authorities will insist we put some of the chlorine from BMP to local use by dumping it into that portion of our water supply. Don't know how it would be economically feasible, but there ought to be some way we could keep the well water for drinking purposes and use the chlorinated product to run coolers, water lawns and shrubs, and flush gutters and sidewalks. If we can't, me for the bottled water business?it will be the best racket in town. I'm worried! And maybe you better worry too! That is if you happen to enjoy some of these "kid" radio programs and have a wife or husband you'd like to keep. For a Spokane judge has ruled that Mrs. Maxine May-ther is entitled to a divorce because her husband "thought the height of entertainment was listening to the Lone Ranger :n the radio." I must confess to having become quite interested in a, lot of juvenile programs when I was forced to listen to them every afternoon for a week. We were travelling across the country in the family automobile at the time, and along in the late afternoon the dials were switched to Jack Armstrong, Terry and the Pirates, and the Lone Ranger. At first I hated to see the clock reach-that position. But somehow I found an attraction in each and ultimately shared the enthusiasm of the younger member of the clan who demanded the programs. No, I didn't whoop and holler exactly, but I admit to being amused and entertained. It never occurred to me I was being juvenile to the point where a learned and sedate jurist would consider me a menace to the peace of mind of my spouse who, for the record, was not along. Next thing you know judges will be ruling out the Sunday comics for adults by the same rather devious route ? holding that if you prefer them to washing the breakfast dishes or mowing the lawn, your wife has a perfect right to bounce you out the front door and go her own sweet way in the home you used to call yours.