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the importAtxe of mnj other crop that ia commonly uied or
may be used for fllMnf the sHo, In 'whole or in part.
There ia no agricoltaral interest in the Salem district that
will not benefit from the production of mora corn, which
will mean more poultry, more cows, more hogs and more live
stock in general, and therefore a better chance to keep up
and improve the fertility of the land devoted to tree and
bush fruits and all other products of the soil.
The man from, any one of the corn states, accustomed to
hearing that a country cannot be truly prosperous -without
corn, may, in the light of our later experiences here, be with
full confidence invited to come and grow corn here in the
Willamette valley
And he will soon be found raising a lot of other things
that will also help in the prosperity and development of the
country.
January 10. 1928.
And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your
Father which la la heaven. Neither be ye railed masters: for one is
your Master, even Christ. Matthew 23:f-10.
WE CAN GET A SUGAR FACTORY
There is printed in The Statesman of this morning an
article from a Colorado newspaper telling of the season's
operation of one of the sugar factories of the Great West
era Sugar company, the largest concern of its kind in this
country
Showing the enormous sums paid out for labor and for
the beets grown by the farmers
And the letter accompanying from Rev. Shanks, former
Salem pastor, who tells of the fact that the managers of
Jthe great company operating there are looking for locations
j for new factories
That they will build where they are wanted; where the
farmers will contract to deliver the necessary beets.
t- At $8 a ton, the price paid for last year's crop by the
Great Western people, there is good money in growing sugar
beets
And there is as much in the Salem district as in Colorado.
We can grow here as large a tonnage to the acre, and we
can produce a beet with as high a sucrose (sugar) content
And we can make even better use of the tops and the pulp
and molasses in feeding dairy cows and other live stock.
And we can get greater benefits from all the other indirect
ways in which sugar beet growing helps a country; because
we have a ereater diversity here. We have more chances
for rotation with profiUble crops.
And we can get beet sugar factories here if we want them,
and will say we want them, and put it down in black on
white. The Great Western people would build here ; so
would the Utah-Idaho people. Or a number of other con
cerns
And we ought to want beet sugar factories more than any
other one thing, right now. No other one thing will help
this city's and this section's growth as much.
Also, we can get major irrigation projects, if we will say
wewant them, and persist. And major irrigation projects
wnrsurely bring beet sugar factories ; though there is room
for several here without these projects.
A BETTER CORN COUNTRY
MORE TRAVESTY ON AGE
(Portland Telegram.)
Many will recall that a certain Dr. Osier of Baltimore a
number of years ago, seeking cheap notoriety and publicity,
announced that a person who reached the age of 40 years
should be given a dose and passed to the "vale of tears
because his usefulness was at an end.
Recently another so-called philosopher, Dr. Durant, with
a mental complex similar to Osier's, cut off five years and
says a man at 35 is at his zenith. The learned doctor being
past 40, no one would object to his putting his theory into
practice on himself.
We note that Georges Clemenceau, John D. Rockefeller, J.
Pierpont Morgan, all did great owrk after they were 60.
The same is true of Gladstone, Bismarck, and many others.
In the World war Hindenburg, Von Bulow, Pershing and
Haig were engaged in the great conflict. Justice Holmes of
the supreme court is 86 years old. Thomas Edison is now
80 years old and still active in his work. Dr. Adolf Lorenz,
the great bone specialist, is 73, and even Henry Ford of fliv
ver fame is 64 years old. Calvin Coolidge was unheard of at
35, and we might go on enumerating outstanding instances
of noted men who did not reach worth-while proportions
until after their 35th year.
What nonsense it. is to proclaim that a man's usefulness
passes after 35. As- a matter of fact, this old world of ours
would be topsy turvV if we didn't have some of these older
heads to balance our human activities. The age of man has
very little to do with his true value.
Hundreds and thousands of men and women have reached
their three score years and ten, or even more, whose de
parture from this life would leave a vacancy in our society
that would be hard to fill. There are many lounge lizards
at 25 that would not be missed, but the type of men and
women we have mentioned are sorely needed at all times.
The state of Oregon will not have to pay for the automatic
flax scutchincr machines. The state will have to advance the
money to buy them, and they will pay for themselves, each
one in a short time and then go on making profits for the
taxpayers, so that in good time the Oregon penitentiary will
never need another appropriation. Its expense will qe taken
permanently from the shoulders of the taxpayers of this
state forever and a day.
Our pioneers knew they could raise corn in the WTillamette
valley ; but they regarded this as a poor corn country. Under
seed selection and proper tillage, 'we realized, a few years
ago, that we have a good corn country
We are coming to have a better corn country; better
every year, through improved methods. The case for corn
in this section is fully made out. We are growing and will
grow more corn
And we must get corn canneries. The first cannery in
Salem, started by our local people, canned corn. Also, it
canned peas. That cannery became the present big Twelth
street and Fourteenth street canneries of the Oregon Pack
ing company, units in the great and world wide string of
Del Monte canning and preserving and processing concerns.
And there have grown up in Salem six more big canneries
and several barreling and packing and fruit shipping con
cerns besides I
In fact, Salem has become the canning center of this:
section; our canneries pack about two-fifths of all the fruit;
packed in the Pacific northwest. J
The Salem district is constantly increasing its ieaa as xne
greatest corn growing section of Oregon. Marion is the
leading corn county of the Pacific northwest, and Polk
county is coming up to the point of making a'gooa second,
and Yamhill and Linn and Clackamas are not far behind.
Our farmers are growing matured corn in annually in
rrpusinor tonnacre for feeding swine and poultry
To say nothing of growing more and more corn for soiling
and silage; far exceeding in acreage the amount raised for
the mature grain.
Our best farmers have learned by ' experience that the
Salem district, and in fact the whole Willamette valley, is a
good corn country, that this depends uponthe selection and
acclimatization of seed, and upon the preparation of the seed
fcpd-and cultivation to hold moisture during dry seasons,
and, under the leadership of these men, and through other
agencies, the wonderful increase in corn growing nas Deen
brought about.
"More Cows, More Corn, More Clover, More Hogs, More
Money." That is a slogan that, under the direction of
"Farmer Smith," was adopted a few years ago throughout
this region, at many meetings held under his (C. L. Smith sj
. direction, when he was working as agriculturist for the
Southern Pacific, Union Pacific and other raUroads
And it is a good slogan. Our best farmers realize it.
There are reports of 75 bushels and more to the acre here
in numerous fields; and Jesse Huber said six years ago that
he had produced 80 bushels to the acre, just north of Salem.
Governor Patterson gets an average of 48 bushels to the
acre, and he has grown 77 bushels to the acre. Our leading
growers are hitting around 85 bushels now, and are aiming
at the 100 bushel mark. Oregon grows an .average of more
corn to the acre than Kansas. The average yield for the
'whole of the United States was a few years ago 24 bushels
to the acre. ,
The important thing Is- that the general average yield here
is being gradually increased. Our farmers are learninjj-to
growbetter corn, and to grow corn better; more to the acre.
Perhaps of still more' importance to the Salem district is
the production of more corn for silage, for in this respect
corn is the great stand-by ; nor is there intent to detrcct
from the importance of alios in preventing loss of various
There are several surprises in the corn Slogan articles
this morning. Read them. One is that Oregon grows more
corn to the acre than Kansas. Another is that Governor
Patterson has for four years fed corn instead of oats to his
work teams. f
The Slogan matter will be in Thursday's paper of next
week. Then there will be a jump to the following Sunday
and thereafter the Slogan matter will be carried in the farm
and industrial magazine section of the Sunday Statesman
Students will note that the prizes for Slogan articles have
been revived, in a little different offering, to begin-with a
week from next Sunday.
READ THIS FIRST I
Bob Terry Is released from
prison, after serving three years
for a crime he did not commit. He
leaves prison with ghastly" impres
sions and fierce bitterness in his
heart. Upon his release he is giv
en a letter from Peter Borden, his
former employef, who has aided in
sending Terry to prison because he
thought It was his "duty." Terry
determines to make Borden suf
fer as he has suffered during the
three years in prison. Bob's pris
on pal is Todd Shannon, who urg
ss him to call on his niece, Kath
leen Shannon, when Bob returns
to' his home town. Todd tells Bob
he might also look up John Car
mody, a criminal lawyer and po
litical boss In the state, as Car-
mody may have employment for
him.
Bob says good-bye to his prison
pal, Todd Shannon, and accepts a
present of a little carving of a
Japanese pagoda Todd has carved
out in prison, using an old safety
razor blade.'
Bob Is at last free to return to
his home town. He takes the
train home, and on the way a rail
road detective heckles him, caus
ing a lot of unfavorable attention
from occupants of the car.
(Now go on with the story)
CHAPTER IV
OB'S face softened. The old
newspaper wrapping took
onto Itself the warmth of a human
handclasp. It was the grasp of
sincere, unaffected friendship ex
tended to him across the scores of
miles. He fumbled with the piece
of twine and slowly anwrapped
the parcel.
It was a queer thing which he
held: a block, of red cedar about
two inches square and If Inches
hixh and It had been carved by
Todd Shannon Into Shannon's dis
torted Idea of a Japanese parodaJ
It was a rldlcjuous thins pathet
teait ridicnlons: all irrecmlar
The OUTER GA TE
By OCTAVUS ROY COHEN
CEXT&AI. PBESS ASSN., Inc.
here and there a tiny tack of a
bit of glue to repair a split in the
wood.
But Bob recognized it As far
back as he could remember, he
had seen Todd Shannon working
on that bit of cedar, his only tools
an old safety razor blade and a
piece of sandpaper. That bit of
wood-carving meant a great deal
to Todd. It was his six months'
emotional outlet. Bob could vision
him now:" massively muscular!
alatins the delleaU razor -blade.
aw as-firm aa Uosgh engaged ia
physical combat tinrmly red hair
tailing -oner the level eyes which
could see nothing save the task
in hand, '
' And only because three rears
behind stone walls had taught a
grim lesson in self-control was
Bob Terry saved j from breaking
down. Her in his hand was a
grotesque token which carried a
warm message of love and cheer
and unswerving friendship. Every
where else was insolent curiosity
and the overt hostility of society
in general tor the man who had
been seared with the brand of
penal servitude.
It was then, in his moment of
ultimate! bitterness," that Bob re
membered the letter he had been
given by; the warden. From Peter
Borden. Mason had said. Damn
Peter Borden! Damn this man
who had once so smugly protested
that he felt like the tad's father
and for whom Bob Terry had en
tertained a deep affection and a
vast respect.
He took the "envelope from his
pocket and ripped it open. Some
thing fluttered to the floor. Bob
recovered It hastily and stared at
the yellow bach of a hundred-dol
lar bill. His thin, sensitive lips
twisted ; into a grimace of anger.
The man was giving him money!
As though the money could rec
tify the blasting of a future!
He scanned the brief, amazing
letter. It was typical of the man
who had written it. No banality,
no mock sentiment. It was writ
ten simply and directly, without
salutation and without preamble:
"I have arranged for this to be
given you at the hour of. your re
lease. You will understand that
by now I have learned of my mis
take. ' -
"I first thought to meet you at
the prison then changed my
mind. I wished you to have an
opportunity to recover from the
first flush of your inevitable and
natural: bitterness.
I would not have Intruded
upon you in this hour had it not
been for the fact that I have some
thing very definite to propose.
With this I am enclosing some
money. ; If you will use it to come
to me at once, we will discuss
your future and the part I hope
to play in it.
'I will not trouble you with the
customary: I am sorry. No one
knows better than I the futility of
mere words at a moment like this
I will reserve what I have to say
until we see each other. I will
meet you no matter when you
come."
Bob! Terry looked up from the
letter. : On the seat beside him
was Todd Shannon's parting gift
All about him were shoddy, shab
by travelers and they were eye
ing him askance and whispering
about him.
So Peter wished to see him.
Peter Borden wished to talk with
him! Peter Borden wished to
play a part in his future!
The ascetic face of the young
man grew ugly. His eyes blazed
down ' at the note. His fingers
closed, clumpling it.
"He wishes to see me, does he?
Well, by God! he'll have his
wishif
The man stood alone at the
barred gateway of the passengeT
exit at the Terminal station. He
was a! small man, slender of figure
and plainly dressed, and his hair
was unnaturally white for one so
recently past the half-century
mark; but the thing about him
which was most distinctive was
his face: cameo clear and unmis
takably patrician.
And on that finely chiseled
countenance; worry had set itr
hand a worry which put tiny
lines ! at the corners of the eyes
and about the lips. It was as
though he waited for something
vital; something for which he was
eager and yet which he feared.
Since 8 o'clock that morning
Peter Borden had been in the
waiting room at tjie Terminal sta
tion.! With the arrival of each
train he had risen and moved
with: quiet ; dignity through the
crowds, to stand close against the
iron ! gates of the exit. It was
plain that he was fearful of miss
ing the expected arrival. And al
ways he stood there, fixed and mo
tionless, until the last lagging
passenger had gone, the gates had
been locked and a huffy little
switch engine had backed the cars
out into the yards. On each occa
sion, then, the little elderly man
would sigh, turn regretfully back
to the waiting room and seat him
self on one of the uncomfortable
high-backed seats. He did not
read, he seldom smoked. He
merely sat and stared through the
wide doors leading to the station
platform; waiting waiting. At
noon he entered the lunch room
and ate sparingly, alert, for sound
of locomotive bell or whistle un
der the cavernous shed where
trains rolled in to disgorge their
human cargoes. j
There was about the man the
expression of kindly solidity. One
could not glance at the fine fea-j
tures and fall to understand that
behind that countenance lurked a
brain of alertness and power, or
doubt that the soul of the man
was fired with high purpose and
ineluctable honor.
The hair was iron gray, the
nose rather too long, the Hps a
trifle too firmly compressed. But
the mouth was sensitive and the
hands, which he occasionally
raised to his smooth-shaven chin,
were as delicate as those of a
master pianist. The man gave an
impression of intense sentiment
without softness; one gathered
that he was possessed of powerful
emotions but that a brain which
functioned soundly held those
emotions in firm bondage.
The announcer entered the
waiting room and gave vent to a
long wail. In the cacophony of
Bound Peter Borden detected the
name of the state's capital. His
face lighted and his small figure
seemed singularly alive as he rose
and moved swiftly from the wait
ing room to the station platform
to watch the stream of humanity.
He waited several minutes.
There came first traveling Bales-
men, with heavy suitcases and
loud voices; then young folks.
chattering and happy and eager
now that their hot. tiresome trip
was ended, and then the stream
of workingmen and tired mothers
with dirty, sticky children and
then Peter Borden s keen gray
eyes discerned another figure
which moved hesitatingly in the
wake of the crowd. In It but not
of It; and a queer exaltation set
tied upon him, and with It a tense
embarrassment.
There was no mistaking Bob
Terry; yet even so. the older man
gasped lnvoluntarny at sight of
the havoc which prison had
wrought. The old man knew that
this was his handiwork. It was
is own mistaken zealousness
which had sent the lad to prison
for this crime which he had not
committed. For the fraction of
an nstant, Peter Borden closed
his eyes as though to shut out an
unpleasant sight. Then he opened
them again and started at the fig
ure which shambled from the dark
nasaara beneath the railroad
tracks.
The young man who had gone
to the penitentiary three years be
fore has been IrTepressibly boy
ish: a gentle. hy, lovable char
acter; eagerly friendly, lnordln-
THE MORNING ARGUMENT
AUNT HET
"A man kind o' loses interest in
his wife if he gtves her an allow
ance. You ought to asx mm lor
it a little at a time, so be can en
joy feelin generous."
( Copyrif ht. 12. PubJUkara Syndicate.)
POOR PA
B cSaado OaHaa
"I got up before I was entirely
well, but I knew that doctor
wouldn't nit comln' as long as I
stayed in bed. 1
(OapyrlgM. 1M8. Pnblubara Syndicate.)
"The Republican party's sole ob
ject," says Senator Walsh, "is to
make the men of wealth safe."
This will Include rich emocrats, of
stooped and broken, the splen- course. Boston Globe-
ately sensitive; responsive in
stantly to praise or "censure: Im
mature, obvious. That was Bob
Terry when catastrophe had oc
curred; that was the Bob Terry
of the pre-prison days: soft and
gentle and impressionable.
It was the same person who
slowly mounted the steps to where
Peter Borden stood! the sam per
son utterly ainereni. x-eier
Borden looked down upon a fig
ure
did young muscles softened byj
confinement and lack of exercise; j
the fine unspoiled light of the.
blue eyes usurped by a suspicious
snuint. Ther ewas a saraonici
twist to the left corner of the
mouth and a hardness of eyes and
Jaw which told a tale of rude,
crude awakening and of bitter
ness beyond repair. The springy.
alert step of rampant youth was
gone, and In Its stead was the
heavy, measured tread of a man
whose very hopes have been taken
from him the most striking of
all were the tiny touches of gray
at the temples.
(To be Continued)
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO
o -o
(From the columns of the States
man. Jan. 17. 1903)
Willamette defeated Albany at
basketball, 15 to 6.
Whitman college debaters de
feated University of Oregon.
The new telephone directory
contains 910 names as against
630 in the old directory.
Oscar Steelhammer returned
from Portland where he played
with the Mount Angel band yes
terday. Grants Pass The Advance El
ectric Power and Irrigating com
pany has taken up work of irri
gating Grants Pass and surround
ing country.
San Francisco Rudyard Kip
ling has declined to permit the
Ladles Relief society of Oakland
to publish a calendar containing
excerpts from his work.
Building Is being carried on
extensively. Among the build
ings nearing completion are the
E. P. Oornack building on Liberty
street, and the new post office.
Fitzgerald-Sherwi n
Motor Co.
Corner Liberty & Chemeketa
Telephone 1132
111
He'll say "What's a few
thousand miles for a good
car? Grab one of these
bargains!"
Lt. Stndy Roadster 1KS6
Chrysler Coach 1926
Chrysler Sedan 1927
Fords flOO.OO np.
Fitzjjerald-Sherwin
Motor Co.
Corner Liberty ft Chemeketa
Telephone 1133
"The House of Courteous
Service"
red wood, clumsy fingers manip-
JVOTICE TO CREDITORS
Notice is hereby given that by
an Order of! the County Court of
frame hunched over the tiny bit off the f?tate of: Oregon for the Coun-
TBUSTEES SALE
Stock of General Merchandise
located at Turner, Ore., Stayton,
Ore., and Aumsvllle, Ore., will be
offered for sale by sealed bids.
Bids will be opened at 11 o'clock
A. M. on Friday, January 20th.
This stock Inventories Stayton.
$3907.50; Turner, $294.08;
Aumsvllle. $907.89; fixtures Stay
ton. $1328.00; Turner. $717.60;
Aumsvllle. $966.25. Certified
check for ten percent of amount
of bid must accompany bid. Stock
may be inspected Tuesday and
Wednesday, Jan. 17-18. Right re
served to reject any or all bids.
Bids can be submitted on Individ
ual stores or all 3 stocks eogether.
O. W. INGRAM. Trustee.
671 Pittock Block
Portland, Oregon.
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ty of Marion duly made, rendered
and entered: of record in said court
on the thirtieth day of December,
1927. George E. Given was duly
appointed as administrator of th
estate of Nora E. Given, deceased.
and that said George E. Given has
duly1 qualified as such adminis
trator. All; persons having clalmr
against said estate are hereby re
quired to present the same, wltt
proper vouchers and due verifica
tion, to said administrator at 214
United States National Bant
Building. Salem, Oregon, within
six (6) months from the date o
the first publication of this notice.
' Dated and first published the
fifth day of. January, 1928.
GEORGE E. GIVEN, as Adminis
trator of! the Estate of Nora E.
Given, deceased.
CARSON CARSON,
Attorneys for Administrator.
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