Jacksonville post. (Jacksonville, Or.) 1906-19??, August 22, 1924, Image 2

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ELIZABETH BLANCHE COCK
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Published Every Friday at Jacksonville. Jack
son County, Oregon.
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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
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«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
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you neglect to tejl us this: 8
week about something some
Jacksonville, Oregon
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one would have been glad to,
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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.
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$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
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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
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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.
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Chocolate Corner
Fresh F, . , i ,i ■ <i, . ,! ,<
“Smile—and the World Smiks With You;
Weep and You Weep Alone.”
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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,”