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About Jacksonville post. (Jacksonville, Or.) 1906-19?? | View Entire Issue (Aug. 22, 1924)
Jacksonville Post - . Friday, Aug. 22, 192! be t I if notti "J (T h LT ELIZABETH BLANCHE COCK Publisher an<l Editor ROBERT J. COOK, Assistant ■'X?>œC0CQOOOOCXXXXXXX5 O Fruii Jars over. Published Every Friday at Jacksonville. Jack son County, Oregon. --------- o--------- - Entered at the poetoffice at Jacksonville. Oregon PERSONAL AND OTHERWISE aa second-class matter. ADVERTISING RATES Did you give The Post all Recular display adv. per inch, each issue .... 2 < the new# you knew this Display adv., less than a month, per inch Business locals, per line, each issue week—and as early in the SUBSCRIPTION RATES week as possible? If the One yxar..................... -........... «2.00 Six monthx............. LOO people of the community Three months____________ _____ 50c don’t help in this way to make this paper a real news It has been said that he paper, we must choose be who has caused people to tween t w o alternatives— think has accomplished print the current gossip or something. print only two pages at home. We don’t know where the former would lead The Post, but the latter would probably result in a depleted subscription list, and that would ultimately mean no newspaper in Jack sonville. You subscribe for this paper for the news it contains. Others do the same. You criticized our predecessor for not printing <5 the local news. Say, didn’t 8 you neglect to tejl us this: 8 week about something some Jacksonville, Oregon Phone 74 one would have been glad to, ■C ..... .. .J •■■.vjooooocooooooooooooci. read about in The Post?) This is just a little “jogging, up” to help us all to keep out of a rut, for sometimes a oqooooooooooooc ; ocoooqooo < “.?,C..",OOOOQOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO rut is hard to get -out of—Ip and, incidentally, this has : helped to fill up the “Per AGENCY FOR sonal and Otherwise” col- ; umn. . ’de ■¿oe $2.50 to $5.00 Pair sntile Co Jackcsi vHk Pharmacy Two new trucks have > been received for hauling i gravel for paving the Ruch- Jacksonville road. Mayor Emil Britt, Miss Britt, Dr. and Mrs. Robin-1 son and Mrs. Robinson’s sis-1 ter, Mrs. Callendar, of San I Francisco, enjoyed a motor | trip on the Crater Lake road I Sunday, and dined at Pros pect. This is blackberrying time and many are gathering them ' over in the Applegate coun- i try, where wild ones grow | in profusion. James Parke land family went over one! ! day and Drought home twelve gallons. How About You? Three boys went camping When you feel that the world is treating you badly on Applegate Saturday, tak and that you have never had ing no tent because they felt: a fair chance to succeed, safe in the assurance, “It think of Abraham Lincoln ain’t gonna rain no mo’.” and remember that per But they came home Mon day morning looking like sistency counts. ¡drowned rats. When Abraham Lincoln was a young man he ran for F. Miltenberger of Med the legislature of Illinois and ford was in town Monday, was badly swamped. ¡accompanied by his brother, He next entered business A. J. Miltenberger, and —failed—and spent 17 years wife; his sister, Mrs. C. W. of his life paying up the McCreary, and niece, Miss debts of a worthless partner. , lone McCreary, of Port He was in love with a land. The Portland folks beautiful woman to whom were very much impressed he became engaged and by the beauty of the scenery then she died. at Jacksonville. The editor Entering politics again he discovered that Mr. F. Mil ran for Congress and was tenberger, who is engaged badly defeated. He then in printing business at Med tried for an appointment in ford, was a number of years the United States Land Of ago employed as pressman1 fice, but failed. After this for Kahle Bros. Publishing he became a candidate for Company of Mount Morris, the United States Senate and 111., where we were em was defeated. ployed before coining to In 1856 he became a can Jacksonville. We were didate for the vice presi pleased to tell him of the dency, but lost the race. In progress made by that com- 1858 he was once more de- panv in the last feated, this time bv Doug- and to . \e las. Kablegram, the in die face of all this, he I house organ. NYALS, SANTOX and A. D. S. LINES Films and Camera Supplies Nowon Hand “Try Ute Drug Store First” THE 0. C. DOROTHY, Proprietor COUNTRY CLl B AND ROYAL CLUB BEST CCi FEE ON THE MARKET ,<ts, Cereals, Full^Line of Canned Goods BARBER SLOP IN CONNECTION The Place to Go F< r Soft Drinks, Cigar;, t andies, Nuts, Ice Cream, Etc. Fl.¡'Sil ROAS'!El PEANUTS AND POPCORN SHOES * FOR LESS MONEY Also Selling Out Several of Those to Make Room for Winter Stock. 1 he Vv oiKm n’s Clothing and Shoe Store John l appas, Prop. P l 'ASOA iL SERVICE Goodrich Silvi, r own Cord re b -t n the Ion? run FICK'S HARDWARE Mothet: “Son, 1 don’t I FOR SALE believe you washed your One Ford car with piston face at all” ring, Small Son: <4 If you don’t 1 wo rear wheels, one front believe me, look at the spring; towel.” | Has no fenders, seat or plank; Burns lots of gas; hard to First Lady (in village crank. shop, speaking to another patron): “W ould you mind Carburetor busted half way if 1 made my small purchase through; first? We have a horse out Engine missing—hits on two. side and he won’t keep Three years old, four in the quiet.” spring; Second Lady: “Certainly; Has shock absorbers and but you won’t be very long, everything. will you? I have a husband Radiator busted—sure does outside and he’s rather res leak; tive, too.” Differential dry—you can hear its squeak. 1 en spokes missing, front all Pat: “What be yer charge bent, fer a funeral notice in yer 1 ires blowed out—ain’t paper? worth a cent. Editor: “Fifty cents an Got lots of speed—will run inch.” like the deuce, Pat: “Good heavens, an’ Burns either gas or tobacco me poor brother was six juice. feet tall.” 1 ires all off, been run on the rim. A darn good Ford, for the She knew a hog— condition it’s in. A New Orleans lady was —Exchange. waiting to buy a ticket to a picture show, when a strang er bumped her shoulder. She glared at him, feeling it was done intentionally. A traveling man one night “Well,” he growled, found himself obliged to re “don’t eat me up.” main in a small town on ac “You are in no danger, count of a washout on the sir,” she said, “I am a Jew- railroad caused by the heavy ess.”—Ex. rain, which was still coming down in torrents. The trav eling man turned to the Si: “Be those there col waitress with: lege studedts, Mirandy?” “I his certainly looks like Mirandy: “Well, they all the Hood, go to college, if that’s what “The what?” you mean.” j “ 1 he Hood. You’ve read about the Hood and the ark „ landing on Mt. Arrarat, Wife: “] My dear Henry, surely.” don’t harbor the idea that I ‘‘Gee, no, Mister, I ain’t am ignorant. I know a good seen a paper for three days.” deal more than I care to — Michigan 1 radesman. tell.” Hub: “I wish, my dear, that you’d fill up on that sort of knowledge.”—Ex. The Prisoner: “I ain’t never ’ad a chance. N o matter where I go or wot I Diner at Restaurant: “Do you ever play anything by works at, my unlucky num ber bobs up and does me in, request?” ¡some ’ow.” Delighted Musician: “Cer The Visitor: “What do tainly, sir.” you mean? What is your Diner: “Then I wonder if you’d play dominoes nntil unluck-v number? >>> “Thirteen, ladv. Twelve I’ve finished my lunch.” jurymen an’a judge.”—Lon don Mail. i u I ■ Chocolate Corner Fresh F, . , i ,i ■ <i, . ,! ,< “Smile—and the World Smiks With You; Weep and You Weep Alone.” X Tommy had been playing truant from school, and had spent a long, beautiful dav fishing. On his way back he met one of his young cronies, who accosted him with the usual question, “Catch anv- thing?” At this, Tommy, in all the consciousness of guilt, quick ly responded: “Ain’t been home yet.” “You should always be particular about details, Mary. It is the little things that tell.** “I know that. I have three small sisters.” ff “Where am I?” the in valid exclaimed, waking from the long delirium of fever and feeling the com fort of loving hands. “Where am I—in heaven?” No, dear,” cooed his wife, “I am still with you.” “Do you think,” asked the girl, “that a man must be in love to write a love storv?” No, replied the young author. “I’ve (found that being hungry helps most,”
