OREGON CITY COURIER, OREGON CITY, OREGON, APRIL 3, 1919
REST ROOM AT TEMPLE
ATTRACTS MANY VISITORS
The rest room of the city, conduct
ed by the ladies of the local W. C.
T. U. in the Liberty Temple here, is
proving a big success from every
angle. Mrs. Kylcr, of this city, who
had charge of the rooms Saturday,
reports the following out-of-town
guests registering at the rooms:
Mrs. Lulu Nichok, of Dayton, Ore.;
Ethal A. Poland, McMinnville; Max
W. Wilkins, Portland; Mrs. R. E.
Butler, Jennings Lodge; Mrs. Fahey,
Portland; Mrs. P. H. Durham, St.
Joseph, Mo.; Mrs. J. B Haraf, Cooke,
Wash.; Mrs. W. M. Steele, Berkley,
Cal.; Mrs. J. W Cole, Liberal; Mrs.
E. L. Moore, Aurora; Mrs. A. T.
Parker, Gladstone; Mrs. Fred M.
Kiel, Aurora; Mrs. Carl Huffman,
, Hubbard; Mrs. Emily Dyes, Portland;
Mrs. D. 0. Anderson, Portland; Mrs.
LilliavLePort, Dayton; Mrs. Amy Al
drich, Pendleton; Mrs. Ida Durham,
The Dalles; Mrs. C. E. Hopkins, West
Linn; Mrs. Viola Bennett, Willa
mette; Mrs. M. A. Thompson and
son, Gladstone; Miss D. A. Baker,
Portland; Myrtle Baker, Portland;
Harriett B. Bly, Carus.
SWAFFORD AND M'DONALD
ARRIVE HOME GIVE TALK
Lieutenant Harold Swafford, who
has been in France since the begin
ning of the war, and S. McDonald,
Sergeant in the U. S. army and for
the past year doing duty in Europe,
have both returned to this city from
overseas. Lieutenant Swafford and
Sergeant McDonald had charge of
the services Sunday evening at the
Methodist church, and told of their
experiences while serving their coun
try in France. Both are very well
known in this city, Lieutenant Swaf
ford being formerly employed by the
Crown-Willamette company, and Ser
geant McDonald being at one time in
the real estate business here.
ELKS, NOTICE!
There will be installation of officers
of the Elks Lodge on next Friday
evening. All Elks are requested to
attend something doing. There will
be a big feed at the end of the cere
monies. Don't forget next Friday
night.
GEORGE SWAFFORD,
Secretary.
OLD PIONEER VISITS
HERE FROM IDAHC
Israel Putnam, old time pioneer of
this county, was in the city Monday
visiting old friends and acquaintan
ces. Years ago, Mr. Putnam operat
ed a small farm near Rock Island in
this county. He is now residing on
his homestead near Hcbo, Idaho,
which is one of the best in that sec
tion. Mr. Putnam claims that Idaho
is a great country. He is 87 years
of age, and hale and hearty. He
claims that near where he is located,
that section has received much rain
the past winter. His son, Charles,
who has been with the aero section
in France, will be home soon, ac
cording to a telegram received by
Mr. Putnam.
MRS. SCHOOLEY SUES FOR
DIVORCE HERE FRIDAY
Sophia M. Schooley entered suit
for divorce against her husband,
William F. Schooley here Friday
She alleges in her complaint that her
husband has associated with other
women and 'that she has suffered
cruel and inhuman treatment. School
ey Is a local real estate man of this
city, The couple was married at De
fiance, Ohio, September 23, 1898.
Mrs. Schooley also alleges in her
complaint that her husband has fail
ed to provide for herself and son.
The couple has another son, aged 19,
who is now in the navy.
The baseball team of the Barclay
school of this city, defeated the team
of the Maple Lane school Friday by a
score of 24 to 5. The Barclay team
is made up of the following players:
John Contreras, 2d base; Ronald Kel
logg, s. s.; Everett Cannon, 3rd base;
Vernon Jerrett, r. f.; Alfred Lott, c.
f.; Charles Clayton, 1. f.; Wilbur
Kriswell, c; Lloyd Baxter and Walter
Henrici, catchers.
Weekly Health Talks
Where Most Sickness Begins
and Ends
BY FRANKLIN DUANE, 13. D.
It can be said broadly that most human
ills begin in tho stomach and end in the
stomach. Good digestion means good
health, and poor digestion means bad
health. Tho niinuto your stomach fails to
properly dispose, of tho food you cat,
troubles bogin to crop out in various forms.
Indigestion and dyspepsia aro tho com
monest forms, but thin, impure blood,
headaches, backaches, pimples, blotches,
dizziness, bolching, coated tongue, weak
ness, poor appetite, sleeplessness, coughs,
colds and bronchitis aro almost as common.
There is but one way to have good health,
and that is to put and keep your stomach
in guod order. This is easy to do if you
take Dr. Piorcc's Golden Medical Dis
covery. It is a wonderful tonic and blood
purifier, and is so safe to tako, for it is
made of roots and herbs. Dr. Pierce, of
Buffnlo, N. Y., stands behind this standard
medicine, and it is good to know that so
distinguished a physician is proud to have
his name identified with it. When you
take Golden Medical Discovery, you aro
getting the benefit of tho experience of a
doctor whose reputation goos all around
the earth. Still more, you get a temper
ance medicine that contains not a drop of
alcohol or narcotio of any kind. Long ago
Dr. Pierce combined certain valuable
vegetable ingredients without the use of
alcohol so that these remedies always
have been strictly temperance medicines.
If piles are torturing you, got and use
Piorce's Anodyne Pile Ointment. The
quick relief it gives is hard to beliovo until
you try it. If constipated, Dr. Pierce's
Pleasant Pellets should be taken while
using Anodyne Pilo Ointment. Few in
deed are the cases which these splendid
remedies will not relieve and usually over
come. They are so good that nearly
every drug store has them for sale.
yiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiHiiimiiiiimimii
("Somewhere
in France"
i with E
Arthur Guy Empey
Author of "OVER THE TOP"
(Continued from Last Week)
"The first wave had gone about six
ty yards when Ginger let out a curse.
Huston had been hit and was down,
and he saw his revenge slipping
through his fingers. But no, Huston
was not dead ; he was trying to rise to
his feet; he was up, hopping on one
leg, with the blood pouring from the
other. Then he fell again, but was
soon sitting up bandaging his wounded
leg, using a tourniquet from his first
aid packet. '
"A surge of unholy joy ran through
Ginger. Lifting the safety latch on his
rifle, unheeding the rain of bullets
which were ripping and tearing the
sand-bagged parapet about him, he
took deliberate aim at Huston. Then
he saw a vision of Betty, dressed In
black, with tear-stained eyes. With a
muttered curse Ginger threw the rifle
from him, climbed over the parapet
and raced across No Man's land. No
act of his should bring tears to Betty's
brown eyes. He would save her worth
less lover and then get killed himself
It didn't matter.
"Reaching Huston he hissed at hlra:
'Damn you, I was going to kill you,
"Damn You, I Was Going to Kill You;
But I Won't."
but I won't. I'll carry you back to
Betty. But always remember It was
the man you robbed who saved your
worthless life, you despicable skunk I'
"Huston murmured: 'Forgive me,
Burton, but for God's sake get me out
of this. I'll be killed for God's sake,
man, hurry, hurry !'
" 'That's it, is It? Whine, damn you,
whine! It's music to my cars, Lieu
tenant Huston begging a "bally bound
er" for his life, and the bounder giving
It to him. I would to God that Betty
could see and hear you now.'
"With that Ginger stooped and, by
main strength, lifted Huston onto his
back and staggered toward our lines.
The bullets and pieces of shrapnel
were cracking and 'swishing' all
around. He had gone about fifty yards
when a piece of shell hit his left arm
just below the shoulder. Down he
went, Huston with him, but was soon
up, his left arm dangling and swinging
at his side. Turning to Huston, who
wits lying on his back, he said: Tm
hard hit It's your life or mine. We're
only ten yards from our trench ; try to
make it on your own. You ought to
be able to crawl In.'
"But Huston answered: 'Burton,
don't leave me I am bleeding to death.
For the love of God get me in ! You
can linve Betty, money, anything I
have, It Is all yours Just save my life.
Answer mo, man, answer "
" 'You want my answer, do you?
Well, take It and damn you!' With
that Ginger slapped the olllcer in the
face ; then, grabbing him by the collar
with Ills right arm, the blood soaking
his tunic from the shell wound In his
left, Ginger slowly dragged Huston to
the trench and fainted. A mighty
cheer went up from our lines. Stretch
er bearers took them both to an ad
vanced first-aid post, and their journey
to Blighty and Betty was started.
On the trip over Ginger never re
gained consciousness. They landed in
a hospital In England and were put
in beds next to euch other. Ginger
was taken up into the 'pictures' (oper
ating theater), where his ami was am
putated at the shoulder. Huston's
wound was slight; bullet through the
calf of leg.
"While Ginger was coming out of
ether he told all he know. , A Red
A Red-Cross Nurse With Tear-Dimmed
Eyes Was Holding His Hand.
Cross nurse, with tear-dlinmed eyes,
was holding his hand. Occasionally
she would look across at Huston lu the
next bed ; he would slowly nod his
head at each questioning glance of
luir&r wlille Ibx' j:ed bUtutl of sluuua
Sl5ir
mounted td ins -tcmpies.
"Then Ginger came to. He saw a
beautiful vision. Thought he was
dreaming. Sitting by his bed, dressed
in a Bed Cross nurse's uniform, was.
Betty, Huston's Betty, holding his
hand. Betty, with tears In her eyes,
but this time tears of joy. The sweat
came out on his forehead It couldn't
be true. He gasped out the one word,
'Betty!'
"Stooping over, the vision kissed him
on the lips and murmured, 'My Ginger,
you have come back to Betty.'
"Then he slept. Next morning the
colonel of the hospital came to Ginger's
bedside and congratulated him, telling
him that he had been recommended for
the V. C. Ginger refused the V. C.
fsoin the government; said he had not
earned It, would not give the reasons
but persisted In his refusal. They can't
force you to take a V. C.
"Five months later Ginger and Bet
ty were married. She cuts his meat
for him now; says that all his faults
were contained in his left arm. He
lost that. So, you see, Ginger was
somewhat of a man, after all, wasn't
he, mates?"
We agreed that he was. I asked
Happy how he came to know these de
tails. He answered : -
"Well, Yank, Betty happens to be my
sister. Gimme a fag, some one. I am
about talked out, and, anyway, we've
only got a few minutes before 'stand
to.'"
Just then the voice of our sergeant
sounded from the mouth of the dug
oat: "Equipment onl Stand to!"
So It wus a case of turn out and
mount our gun on the parapet It was
just getting dark. We would dismount
It at "Stand down" in the morning.
Tommy Is like an owl, sleeps in the
day and watches at night. It was a
miserable night, rainy and chilly. The
mud in the trenches In some place
was up to our knees. We knew we
were In for It and wished we were back
In Blighty, where one can at least
change his clothes when they get wet,
Instead of waiting for a sunny dny to
dry them. At times we have been wet
for a fortnight.
The Winning of
a D. C.
By
Sergeant Arthur Guy
Empey
Author of "Over the Top,"
"First Call," Etc.
o-o-o
Mr. Empey's Experi
ences During His Seven
teen Months in the First
Line Trenches of the
British Army in France
(Copyright, 1U17, hy Tho McOlure Newspaper
SynilLiMte)
Our gun's crew, as was Its wont, was
sitting on the straw In the corner of
our billet, far from the rest of the sec
tion. The previous night we had been
relieved from the fire trench, and were
"resting" in rest billets. Our "day's
rest" had been occupied in digging a
bombing trench, this trench to be used
for the purpose of breaking In would
be bombers.
Hungry Foxcroft was slicing away
at a huge loaf of bread, while on his
knee he was balancing a piece of "Is
sue" cheese. His jack-knife was pretty
dull and the bread was hard, so every
now und then he would pause In his
cutting operation to take a large bite
from the cheese.
Curly Wallace whispered to me:
"Three bob to a tanner, Yank, that he
eats the cheese before he finishes slic
ing that 'rooty.' "
I whispered back :
"Nothing doing, Curly, you are
Scotch, and did you ever see a Scots
man bet on anything unless It was a
sure winner?"
He answered In an undertone :
"Well, let's make It a pack of fags,
How about It, Yank?"
I acquiesced. (Curly won the fags.)
Sailor Bill was sitting next to Curly,
and had our mnscot, Jim a sorry-looking
mut between his knees, and was
picking hard pieces of mud from its
paws. Jim was wagging his stump of
Jim Was Wagging His Stump of a Tail
and Watching Intently.
a tall and was intently watching Hun
gry's operation on the bread. Every
time Hungry reached for the cheese
Jim would follow the movement with
his ryes, and his tall would wag faster.
Hungry, noting this look, bit off a
small piece of the cheese and flipped
It In Jim's direction. Jim deftly caught
It in his month and then the fun be
gan, Our mascot hated cheese. It was
fun to see him spit it out and sneeze.
Ikey Honney reached over, took the
candle, and started searching in his
pack, anddst a chorus of growls from
us at his rudeness In thus depriving us
of light. I was watching him closely
and suspected what was coming. Sure
enough, out came that harmonica and
I knew it was up to me to start the
ball of conversation rolling before he
began playing, because, after he had
once started, nothing short of a Ger
man "five-nine" shellhurst would stop
him. So I slyly kicked Sailor Bill, who
immediately got wise, and then I
broke the ice with :
9
"Sailor, I heard you say this after
noon, while we were building that
traverse, that it was your opinion that
darn few medals were really won ; that
it was more or less an accident. Now,
just because your D. C. M. came up
with the rations, and, as you say, it
was wished on you, there Is no reason
In my mind to class every winner of
a medal as being 'accidental lucky.' "
This medal business was a sore point
with Sailor Bill, and he came right
back at me with :
"Well, If any of you lubbers can tell
me where a D. C. M. truly came aboard
In a shipshape -manner that is, up
the after gangplank then I will strike
my colors and lay up on a lee shore for
drydock."
Ikey Honney had just taken a long,
Indrawn breath, and his cheeks were
puffed out like a balloon, preparatory
to blowing it Into the harmonica, which
be hod at his lips, but paused, and, re
moving the musical Instrument of tor
ture, he exploded:
"Bllme me, I know of a bloke who
won a D. C. M., and It wasn't acci
dental or lucky, either. I was right
out In front with him. Bllme me, I
sure had the wind up, but with French
It was 'business . as usual.' He just
carried on."
We all chirped In, "Come on, Rey,
let's have the story."
"I will If you'll just let me play this
one tune first," answered Ikey.
He started In and was accompanied
by a dismal, moaning howl from Jim.
Ikey had been playing about a minute,
when the orderly sergeant poked his
head in the door of the billet, saying:
"The captain says to stop that infer
nal noise."
Highly Insulted, Ikey stopped, with:
"Some people 'ave no idea of mu
sic." We agreed with him.
Somewhat mollified, he started:
Corporal French Is the same bloke
who just returned from Blighty and
joined the Third section yesterday."
(Author's Note The Incident here re
lated is a true happening. Corpora!
French won the D. C. M. In the mannei
described by Honney. I will not attei.pl
to give it in the cockney dialect.)
"We were holding a part of the line
up Froraelles way, and were about
two hundred yards from the Germans.
Tills sure was a 'hot' section of the
line. We were against the Prussians,
and it was a case, at night, of keeping
your ears and eyes open. No Man's
land was full of their patrols and ours,
and many fights took place between
tnem.
"One night we would send over a
trench-raiding party Hnd the next night
over would come Fritz.
"There was a certain part of out
trench nicknamed Death alley, and the
company which held It was sure tc
click It hard In casualties. In five
nights 'In I clicked for three recon
noiterlng patrols.
"John French he was a lance cor
poral then was in charge of our sec
tion. This was before I went to ma
chine gunners' school and transferred
to this outfit. This French certainly
was an artist when It came to scout
ing in No Man's land. ' He knew everj
Inch of the ground out in front, and
was like a cat he could see In the
dark.
"On the night that he won his D. 0.
M. he had been out n front with a pa
trol for two hours, and had just re
turned to the fire trench. A sentrj
down on the right of Death alley re
ported a suspicious noise out in front
and our captain gave orders for a
other patrol to go out and Investi
gate. "Corporal Hawkins was next on th
list for the job, but, bllme me, he sur
had the wind up, and was shaking ani
trembling like a dish of Jelly.
"A .new leftenant, Newall by name,
had just come out from Blighty, and a
pretty fine ofileer, too. Now, don't you
chaps think because this chap was
killed that I say he was a good offi
cer, because, dead or alive, you would
have to go a bloomin' long way to gel
another man like Newall. But this
young leftenant was all eagerness to
get out In front. You see, it was his
first time over the top. He noticed
that Hawkins was shaky, and so did
French. French went up to the offi
cer and said :
"'Sir, Corporal Hawkins has been
feeling queer for the last couple ol
days, and I would deem it a favor If
could go In his place.'
"Now, don't think that Hawkins was
a coward, because he was not, for the
best of us are liable lo get the 'shakes'
at times. You know, Hawkins was
killed at La Bnssee a couple of months
ago killed while going over the top. ,
"There were seven in this patrol
Leftenant Newall, Corporal French, my
self and four more from B. company.
"About sixty yards from Fritz's
trench an old ditch must have been
the bed of a creek, but at that time
wirS dry ran parallel with the Ger
man barbed wire. Lining the edge of
this ditch was a scrubby sort of hedge
which made a fine hiding place for
a patrol. Why Fritz had not sent out
a working party and done away with
this screen was a mystery to us.
"French leading, followed by Leften
ant Newall, myself third, and the rest
trailing behind, we crawled through a
sap under our barbed wire leading out
to a listening post in No Man's land.
We each hud three bombs. Newall
tarried a revolver one of those
Yankee Colts and his cane. Bllme me,
I believe that ofileer slept with that
cane. He never went without It. The
rest of us were armed with bombs and
rifles, bayonets fixed. We hnd pre
viously blackened our bayonets so they
would not shine In the glure of a star
shell.
''Beaching the listening post French
told us to wait about five minutes un
til he returned from a little scoutiiu
trip of his owu. When he left, we,
with every nerve tense, listened for his
coming hack. We could almost hear
enoh other's hearts pumping, but not a
sound around the listening post. Sud
ly a voice, about six feet on my right
whispered, 'All right the way Is clear;
follow me and carry on.'
"My blood froze in my veins. It
was uncanny the way French ap
proached us without being heard.
"Then, with backs bending low, out
of the listening post we went, In the
direction of the ditch In front of the
German" barbed wire. We reached the
scrubby hedge and lay down, about sis
feet anart to listen. French and the
oiilcer were on we ngm or u.
About twenty minutes had elnpsed
when suddenly, directly In front of the
German wire we could See durk, shad
owy forms rise from the ground and
move along the wire. Silhouetted
against the skyline these forms looked
like huge giants, and took on horrible
siiapes. My heart almost Btopped beat
ing. I counted s'xty-two in all, as the
last form faded into the blackness on
my left.
"A whisper came to my ears:
" 'Don't move or make a sound, a
strong German raiding party is going
across.' It was French's voice. I did
not hear him approach me, nor leave.
Yank, he must have got his training
with the Indians on your great plains
of America!
"I could hear a slight scraping noise
on my right and left. Pretty soon the
whole reconnoitoring patrol was ly
ing in a circle, heads In. French had,
in ills noiseless way, given orders for
them to close In on me, and await in
structions. "Leftenant Newall's voice, In a very
low whisper, came to us:
" 'Boys, the men In our trendies
have received orders not to fire on ac
count of our reconnoiterlng patrol be
ing out in front. A strong German
raiding party has just circled our left,
and Is making for our trench. It's up
to us to send word back. We can't
all go, because .we might make too
much noise and wnrn the German par
ty, so It's up to one of us to carry the
news' back to the trench that the raid
ing party is on Its way. With this
Information It will bej quite easy for
our boys to wipe them out. But Its
up to the rest of us to stick out here,
and If we go west we have done our
duty in a noble cause. Corporal
French, you had better take the news
back, because you are too valuable a
man to sacrifice.'
"French, under his breath, an
swered: -
" 'Sir, I've been out since Mens, and
this Is the first time that I've ever
been insulted by an officer. ' If this
patrol Is going to click it, I'm going to
click it too. H we come out of this
you can try me for disobedience of or
ders, but here I stick, and I'll be
damned if I go In, officer or no offi
cer.' "Newall, In a voice husky with emo-'
tion, answered:
"'French, It's men like you that
make it possible for "our Little Island"
to withstand the world. You are a
true Briton, and, I'm proud of you.'
"I was hoping that he would detail
me to go back, but he didn't. Hender
son was picked for the Job. When
Henderson left Newall shook hands
all around. I felt queer and lonely.
"You see, fellows, It was this way:
Henderson was to tell the men In the
trench that we had returned and that
It was all right for them to turn loose
on thej-alding party with their rifle
and machine gunfire, without us click
ing their fire. Leftenant Newall sure
was a lad, not 'arf he weren't.
"That next twenty minutes of wait
ing was hell. Then, from out of the
blackness, over toward our trench,
rang that old fumillar ' 'Alt, who goes
there?' We hugged the ground. We
knew what was coming. Then, a vol
ley from our trench, and four 'type
writers' (machine guns) turned loose.
Bullets cracked right over our heads.
One hit the ground about a foot from
me, ricocheted, and went moaning and
Blghlng over the German lines.
"Leftenant Newall sobbed under his
breath :
"'God, we're in direct line of our
own fire. The trench-raiding party
must have circled us.'
"Our boys In our trench sure were
doing themselves proud. The bullets
were cracking and biting the ground
nil around us.
"In between our trench and our
party, curses rang out In German as
the Boches clicked the fire from the
English trench. Star shells were
shooting into the air and dropping In
No Man's land. It was a great but
terrible sight which met our eyes.
Fritz's raiding party was sure being
wiped out.
"Ten or fifteen dark forms, the rem
nants of the German raiding party,
dashed past us In the direction of the
German trench. We hugged the
ground. It was our only chance. We
knew- that It would only be a few
seconds before Fritz turned loose. If
we had legged It for our trench we
would have been wiped out by our
own fire. You see, our boys thought
we were safely In.
"Then, up went Fritz's star lights,
turning night into day, and hell cut
loose. Their bullets were snipping
twigs from the hedge over our heads.
"Suddenly the fellow on my left,
MacCnuley by name, emitted a muf
fled, groan, and started kicking the
ground; then silence. He had gone
west. A bullet through the napper, I
suppose. There were now five of us
left.
"Suddenly Leftenant Newall, In a
faint, choking voice, exclaimed:
" 'They've got me, French ; it's
through the lung,' and then fainter.
'you're in command. See that '
His voice died away. Pretty soon he
started moaning loudly. The Germans
must have heard these moans, because
they Immediately turned their fire on
us. French called to me:
" 'Honney, come here, my lad, our
officer has clicked it'
"I crawled over to him. He was
sitting on the ground with the leften
ant's head resting In his lap, rind was
getting out his first-aid packet. 1
told him to get low or he would click
It. He answered:
"Since when does a bloomin' Innco
corporal take orders from a bloody prl
vote? You tell the rest of the boys, if
they've not as yet gone west, to leg It
back to our trench at the double and
get a stretcher, and you go with them.
This lad of ours has got to get medical
atteutlon, and damned quick, too, if we
want to stop this bleeding!
"Just then a German star shell land
ed about ten feet from us, and in its
white, ghostly light I could see French
sitting like a bloomin' statue, his hands
covered with blood, trying to make a
tourniquet out of a bandage and his
bavonot
(Continued Next Week)
Courier and Farmer for $1.15.
Loganberries Compared
with HOPS and WHEAT
LOGANBERRIES
On Basis of One Acre
FIRST YEAR
Preparing ground for planting '. $ 5.00
Plants 8x8 or 680 per acre 10.20
Cost of planting 5.00
Cultivation 10.00
$30.20
SECOND YEAR
Cultivation for season - $10.00
Trellis 170 fir posts per acre, 8x32 at 10c each 17.00
Wire No. 12, 3 wires, 500 lbs. at 4c 20.00
Training vines on trellis 3.00
Estimated yield 1000 lbs. Cost of picking at I'Ac lb...... 15.00
$G5.00
Receipts 1000 lbs. at 5c lb. ....$50.00
THIRD YEAR
Cost of Production Estimated Yields Per Acre
2 Tons 3 Tons 4 Tons 5 Tons
Cultivation throughout
Season $ 10.00 $ 10.00 $ 10.00 $ 10.00
Tying and training vines to
trellis 15.00 17.00 19.00 20.00
Hoeing around hills 8.00 8.00 8.00 8.00
Picking at l"2c per lb... 60.00 90.00 120.00 150.00
Cost of labor and pjeking.... 93.00 125.00 157.00 188.00
Receipts per acre at" 5c lb $200.00 $300.00 $100.00 $500.00
Net prolits per acre $107.00 $175.00 $213.00 $312.00
At At At At
2 tons 3 tons 4 tons 5 tons
. HOPS
On Basis of One Acre
1200 lbs. per acre at average cost of production of 12c per 11).
Loganberries at 2 tons per acre are equal to Hops at 21c per lb.
Loganberries at 3 tons per acre are equal to Hops at 26 '2c per lb.
Loganberries at 4 tons per acre are equal to Hops at 32c per 11).
Loganberries at 5 tons per acre are equal to Hops at 38c per lb.
WHEAT
On Basis of One Acre
25 bushels per acre at an average cost per bushel of $1.00
and sale at $2.00 per bushel
Loganberries at 2 tons per acre are equal to Wheat at $4.00 per bu.
Loganberries at 3 tons per acre are equal to Wheat at $7.00 per bu.
Loganberries at 4 tons per acre are equal to Wheat at $10.00 per bu.
Loganberries at 5 tons per acre are equal to Wheat at $12.50 pcrbu.
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THE PHEZ
Formerly Pheasant
SALEM,
SUPT. KIRK ATTENDS
SPOKANE CONVENTION
School Superintendent Kirk, who
left this city Monday evening for
Spokane, Wash., has gone to at
tend the Inland Empire Teachers'
Association convention to be held
Thursday and Friday. The associa
tion is composed of school superin
tendents of Oregon, Washington and
Idaho, and the convention is held once
a year. Superitendent Kirk will re
turn to this city in time to attend
the teachers' meeting to be held at
Sandy Saturday, and will be one of
the speakers.
Notice to Contractors
Sealed bids will be received at the
office of the county clerk, at Oregon
City, Oregon, until 11 o'clock on Sat
urday, April 19th, for grading three
sections of the Logan-Portland road.
First from opposite the Byers gate
to the northern end of the approach
to Bakers Bridge. Second, from op
posite the John Hatton barn to the
western pier of Clear Creek bridge.
Third, from the eastern end of Clear
Creek bridge to the top of Clear
Creek hill on the road to Logan.
Separate bids will be received on
the different sections on a yardage
basis, or upon the entire work.
Specifications for the above work
will be on file in the office of the
County Roadmaster.
II. S. ANDERSON,
W. A. PROCTOR,
; W. F. HARRIS,
County Court.
FOR SALE
Good team about 2700 lbs., 7 years
old, gentle and true pullers. Some
good cows. S. O. Dillman, 8th and
Main street, Oregon City.
ESTRAYED Team, bay and black.
Notify C. C. Tilgrim, Eagle Creek,
Route 1.
PERUNA
THE BEST MEDICINE
FOR COUGHS AND COLDS
Miss Ivy Gray, Fairview,
Kentucky, writes:
"I have taken Peruna, and
would say that it is the best
medicine for coughs and colds I
ever saw, I Hud that It always
cure n lil In a Khnrt while. It
also slrriifithens und builds up
the system."
SoM Everywhere
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Northwest Products Co.-
OREGON
Mrs. Fuller Dies
From the Dunning funeral parlors
in Portland Monday afternoon were
held the last services over the late
Mrs. Laura M. Fuller, Rev. Mr.
Staub of the Sunnyside Congrega
tional church, in charge. Interment
was made in Riverside cemetery. The
pallbearers were all old-time friends
of the deceased: John Blackford,
Thomas Roberts, Mr. Jones, W. G.
Kerns and Webb Burns.
Ice Cream Social
An ice cream social is to be held
at the Twilight hall Monday, April
7th, at 8 o'clock p. m. Attending the
social will be R. G. Scott, county
agricultural agent; Miss Marie - An
thony, home demonstration agent,
and A. L. Olmstead, boys' and girls'
club leader, and a general good time
is anticipated, and a public invitation
is extended.
Statement of Ownership, Manage
ment, Circulation and etc, Requir
ed by Act of Congress, August 24,
1812,
of Oregon City Courier, published,
weekly at Oregon City, Oregon, for
April 1, 1919.
- Publisher, The Courier Press; Ed
itor, C. W. Robey; Managing Edi
tor, C. W. Robey; Managing Editor,
Same; Business Manager, Same.
Owners J. E. Hedges, Oregon
City, Oregon; C. W. Robey, Oregon
City, Oregon; Nettie Kruse, Oregon
City, Oregon.
Known bondholders, mortgagees,
and other security holders owning or
holding one per cent or more of total
amount of bonds, mortgages or other
securities M. J. Brown, Corvallis,
Ore., Holzman Estate, Portland, Ore.,
and V. Harris, Oregon City, Ore.
Sworn to and subscribed before me
this 3rd day of April, 1919.
JOHN N. SIEVERS,
Notary Public for Oregon.
(My commission expires September
10, 1920.)
I Ever
Saw
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Miss Gray's Utter breathe
hope to the ailing. It la an In
spiration to the sick and Infirm.
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