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. ' f , Cheap Urban Food
A WRITER in the Christian
xjl" the question: Is cheap food
dwellers who must depend for food on products Drougnt m
from the country. Freauent statistics are shown giving the
- "spread" Jaetween the price the
the farmer receives-for his-work m producrnir the raw ma
teriaL In general the farmer is
the consumer dollar, with 67
transportation charges. rTbe
ments to cut down the middleman'a margin, so the farmer
"may get more and the consumer
was the plan to send butter, eggs, etc., from the farm to the
consumer direct by parcel post This was hailed as a way to
eliminate the middleman J yet the plan has failed, it simply
cannot be organized on a big enough scale. There is consider
able direet selling by grower through peddling from house to
house, but this is limited ; and many times the farmer finds
he has little to pay for his time of peddling. So this author
"Direct marketing does not solve the- distribution problem
of most -producers. Ordinarily It is an expensive system having
more sentimental than practical value.,
Consumer cooperatives have
ing instead with almost 100 per
authority. So the author is quite
ity for "cheap f ood ,
. "The cost of distribution varies with the services involved In
distribution. Anyone who attempts a wholesale venture In cheap
ened distribution" without knowledge of this fact is almost cer
tain to see hia experiment wrecked. It is a hard and Jagged fact
that the-distribution process is often more difficult than is the
Sometimes when we go to the markets and price the
goods, especially produce, we wonder at the prices being as
low as they are. It is easy to complain overhigh prices; yet
if we stand off and examine the elements of cost: transpor
tation handling, various stages of processing from mere
.weighing and bundling to elaborate manufacture, more ship
ping and handling and selling at retail, we may see that the
merchandising system is in many respects wonderfully effi
cient. - And there is no limit on enterprise. Any person who can
think up a new plan for cutting a few cents off of marketing
an article has his fortune made, in retailing, or shipping or
manufacturing. This is a day of narrow profit margins, with
success going to the one giving the most of the best for the
money; Even Sec. Wallace has been brave enough to admit
that the distributiwg- system for foods is doing a pretty good
job of it, though he did score the milk distributors in some of
' the large cities for excessive profits. Middlemen are quite
universally denounced as profiteers and as useless adjunts of
production. Yet with every opportunity people have not been
able to alter the distributing system very much, although the
field of the wholesaler and jobber has been curtailed greatly
since chain stores or affiliated independent stores buy more
directly from producer Br manufacturer.
The writer of the article referred to, while concluding
that "the immediate prospect of reducing prices of farm pro
duce in general isnot bright", offers three suggestions: first,
urban buyers may inaugurate buyers unions, "but it must be
borne in mind that buyers'-cooperatives have to work against
tremendous odds"; seconds higher wages for city workers
which would make the costs less burdensome; third, "from
past experience it would seem that the producer can do more
t than the consumer to reduce food costs. The success of the
California orange growers in simultaneously reducing the
cost of oranges to consumers and increasing the producers'
share of the profit is noteworthy."
To the consumer out of a job food prices are always
high; but relatively speaking during the depression food
prices have been very low. In fact "price raising" is one of
the objectives of devaluation of the dollar. When once infla-
- Hon really gets a grip, we may see such a rise in prices that
urban consumers will cry for mercy as they did in 1919-1920
when the "high cost of living" became the wicked dragon in
s all political platforms.
f Austria's Struggle
mAKE western Oregon from the Cascades to the sea. add
. JL Klamath county and you have an area of 32,451 miles. Put
in that area 6375,000 people, with 1,868,000 of them residing
,. in Portland. Surround the area with covetous foreign powers,
-then you would have a parallel to Austria of today. Con
sider too that Austria is but a
trjv Austro-Hungary which
and a population of 49,880,000.
der seven billion with the capital city remaining the same
size;. and you have an understanding of the present position
of Vienna, which is described
4 i One needs this background to understand something of
the problems of post-war Austria where friction has recently
blazed In internal strife. Austria of today with its misery
and its permanent depression is
Austria's share In the war guilt
which precipitated the World
with interest compounded, p
.fJ Austria, weak, becomes
many imder Bruemng proposed the "anschluss" or customs
union : under Hitler now seeks
Italy watches Austria because
or with jugo-blavia. Franc? seeks to bolster Austria as an in
dependent power to prevent
Europe. Czecho-blovakia and
seek to influence Austrian policy. Thus Austria is. afflicted
with political dissension from
; I The present trouble is between the government headed
by Chancellor Dollfuss and
strong to Vienna, Graz, Idni
is described as a rebellion on
but the exact circumstances which started the gunfire have
not been: revealed. So it remains to be made clear whether
. there was an overt move on the Dart of the social democrats
against the Dollfuss regime or
vuna u iv aia not start tne comiict in order to crush the
social democrats. The Heimwehr, fascist military, blame the
a . . a. fJ a a a ...... w
' Txousie on tne uoiuuss party.
- - i The strife represents the
petition for control. Dollfuss
infusion into Austria and has appealed to the league of na
tions for aid In keeping out the Hitler faction which by pene
.tration of propaganda or even threat f force has threatened
Century seeks an answer to
possible? He means for city
consumer pays and the price
said to get 33 cents only of
cents going to distribution ana
article cites numerous expert
pay less. For instance there
not met with success, meet
cent failure, according to one
pessimistic over the possibil
remnant of a once proud coun
had an area of 261,259 miles
Shrink the population to un
as a "capital without a coun
the legacy of Versailles. For
over the ultimatum to Serbia
war, its people have paid a debt
the prey for rival powers. Ger
to convert Austria to nazi rule.
of possible clash on the border
the revival of a united Central
Hungary, border states, each
without as well as-within.
the social democrats who are
and other industrial centers. It
the cart of the social democrats.
whetherrthe ruling party pro-
clash of interests in the com.
has fousrht the German nazi
"N i VSNpr''''''' '''''''jcS ,MK2fcS-
Bits for Breakfast
By R. J. HENDRICKS
The terrible story of
the Whitman massacre:
(Continuing from yesterday:)
We had been at Warlilatpn just
fire weeks when the fatal 29th of
November came. A number of em
igrant famines had stopped for
the winter, expecting to go on in
the spring to the Willamette val
ley. They brought the measles
with them. That year the Indians
had been more troublesome than
usual. Many of them had the
measles and their mode of treat
ment was nearly always fatal to
the patient. They would take a
sweat bath and then Jump into''
the cold water. Of course death
was the result. We also had the
measles. My mother came near
dying and we buried her babe on
the 14th of November.
w s s
"My sister. In her sixth year.
died on the 24 th. Her memory
brings to my mind a scene which
cannot forget. An Indian came
into the room where the form of
my sister lay. Mrs. Whitman
asked leave to show him the dead
child. She wanted the Indians to
know the measles were killing
the white people as well as the
Indians and thus hoped to allay,
the growing distrust of the red
men. The Indian looked long at
my sister, then cruelly he laugh
ed, to see' the pale face dead. The
good doctor and his noble wie
were kept busy night and day to
care for the sick and dying.
"At last came the fatal. 29th.
The school, which was taught by
Mr. Saunders, a lawyer from Wis
consin, and which had been closed
on account of sickness,- was re
opened that day. (It was Monday
afternoon.) Three men, Messrs.
Kimball, Hoffman and Canfield,
were dressing a beef. Father, who
had been out to get a bucket of
water, remarked that there were
more Indiana about than usual
but thought It was because they
had killed, the beef. Mother had
gone in to Mrs. Whitman's room
to see Hannah Sager and Helen
Meek, who were sick with the
measles.. Both irl3 died a few
days later. It was the- first time
that mother had walked across
the- room for three weeks. The
doctor, who- was sitting by the
stove reading, was called into the
kitchen to give a sick Indian some
medicine. The. sudden and contin
uous firing of guns was the first
"Mrs. Whitman began to cry
and the children to scream. Moth
er said. 'Mrs. Whitman: what is
the matter?' She replied. The -In
dians are going to kill us all.
to overthrow Dollfuss and set up a nazi rule friendly to Ger
many. France has poured in money and materials, so has
Italy, to support the Dollfuss regime. ThlTstruggle against
nazi influence has thrown Dollfuss more and more into the
hands of the Austrian fascist movement with its Heimwehr,
and Dollfuss has assumed more and more the role of a dicta
tor. The social democrats of the cities feared fascist power,
even though anti-nazi, because they felt it meant crushing
their labor movement, their trade unions, and meant a dic
tatorship which would be dominated by one or the other of
the outside powers. T
The civil war has been bloody and deplorable. The losS
of life was heavy, and the destruction of valuable property,
for example the Karl Marx apartment house, was calamitous.
Undoubtedly this structure was destroyed to break the pride
of the social democrats,-who made this structure not only the
largest, but the best model of community dwelling house in
Europe; Its name too was hateful to the peasant party headed
by Dollfuss and to the Heimwehr, although the Austrian so
cial democrats are not Russian communists by any means.,
Seemingly the "rebellion" has been crushed ; but the cost
for Austria will be terrific It may pave the way to fascism
Now all that Hitler neefls is to continue to "bore from with
in? until he dominates the fascist rule in Vienna. Perhaps
the bubbling caldron of European politics will not boil over
nowj but it may easily happen that Austria may once more
be the factor to stsst bugles to blowing all over Europe, -
Mother came back into our room
and told ns what was being done.
Mrs. Whitman called out to fasten
the doors and father took a flat
iron from the fireplace and drove
a na.l above the latch on the out
side door of our room. Then he
seated himself on a box by the
foot of the bed on which' lay my
brother, John, sick with measles.
Mother sat near the head of the
bed and I was between them. Mrs.
Whitman came in soon after for
water. Mr. Kimball had been
wounded and had fainted. She
came back a second time, asked
for my father and said, 'My hus
band is dead and I am left a wi
dow.' She returned to her room
wringing her hands and saying,
"That Joe; that Joe. He has done
"This Joe Lewis was a half
breed Indian of fU repute who
had crossed the plains that year
from the Red river country. He, it
was, instead of Mr. Rogers, who
told the Indians that the doctor
was poisoning them. Some late
writers claim that Mr. Rogers
made this statement to save his
life at the time of the massacre.
They base their claims, as also in
other instances, upon unreliable
Indian testimony and the state
ment of a priest who did not even
claim to be a witness of the events
narrated. None of the whites pres
ent at the time the statement was
claimed to have been made ever
made such an assertion. Joe Lew
is and an Indian named Cup-ups
came around the house and broke
our window with the butts of
their guns. Mrs. Whitman, and
those in her room, had gone up
stairs.' "I had spoken twice to father
and said,. 'Let's go under the
floor.' He did not answer me, but
when the Indians began breaking
1n the doors of the adjoining room
he opened the floor, which was
made of loose boards, and we
were soon concealed beneath. In
a few minutes our room was fuU
of Indians, talking and laughing
as if It were a holiday. The only
noise we made was my brother,
Alex, two years old. When the
Indians came .into our room and
were directly -over our heads he
said, 'Mother, the Indians are tak
ing an of our things.' Hastily she
clapped her hands over his mouth
and whispered that he must be
still. I .have 'often been asked how J;
i leit wnen nnaer tne noor. i can
not tell, but do remember how
hard my. heart beat, and how
large the ventilation holes in the
adobe walls looked to me. They
were probably only three or four
Inches wide and a foot long, but
they seemed very large to me
when I could see the Indiana close
on the other side. The Indians
tried to follow those who had
gone up stairs, hut were kept
back by a broken gun being
pointed at them. They then per
suaded them to come down, say
ing that they were going to burn
"Mrs. Whitman- fainted when
she fame and saw the doctor dy
ing. She was placed on a settee
and carried by Mr. Rogers and an
Indian. At the door Mr. Rogers
saw the circle of Indians with
their guns ready to shoot, and,
dropping hia end of the settee, ex
claimed, 'My God, we are betray
ed. A volley from the waiting sav
ages was his answer, and both he
and Mrs. Whitman were mortally
wounded. The Indians then told
Joe Lewis that if he was on their
side he must kill Francis Sager
to prove it. Francis was my school
mate and about fourteen years
old. (A member of the Sager fam
ily told the Bits man he was 15.)
We heard him cry to Lewis, 'Oh,
Joe, don't shoot me,' and then the
crack of the gun as Lewis proved
his loyalty to the red men.
"As soon as it became dark the
Indians left for their lodges, of
which a number were near. Ev
erything became still. It was the
stillness of death. All we could
hear was the dying groans of Mr.
Rogers, who lay within six feet
of us. We heard him say, 'Come
Lord Jesus, come quickly.' After
ward he said faintly, 'Sweet Je
sus.' Then faint and, fainter came
the moans until they ceased al
together. Thus died my first
s s s
"We lay beneath the floor un
til about 10 o'clock that night,
then came out and tried to find
some wraps and something to
SALEM GIRL NEAR TOP
Fern Dow of Salem, freshman
at Linfield college, was named on
the honor roll for scholarship
during the semester just ended.
Attainment to the honor roll
means that a student has earned
no fewer than six hours of A with
no grade lower than B. Forty
seven of Linfield's 400 enrollment
were honor students.
tWith the emergence of Gaston Don
mergue. l-year-old former Presi
dent of France, from, retirement in
an attempt to: construct a cabinet
that -will satisfy a wta jerky of lie
'people, observers believe the end of
the trouble that has convulsed
-; 7 " " ut,Ste -
Yeug and fceaatlfiU Stanley
Pale loses fcer Tertmne tkrevgb
Market speculation bat a harder
blew comes wkea iter faawe, the
fasdnatinjr. irresponsible Drew
Amitage, talis her it wonli he
aradacM tm aaaxry m hia iacome
ana leaves. Uwm. Ftnnlleoa and
broken-hearted. Stanley ref ues is
seek aid from her wealthy friends.
Deairfac wake her enm way.
Stanley drops out of her eustoej
circle cat rents a cheap Isxais&ea
reesc After week of
and trying U adapt heneff to her
r swrroandiags, Stanley calls
a Nigel -Stern, one f her ooeiety
friends, and asks his aid ia secvr
ing a position. Nigel arses her toi
marry the handsome nner wealthy
yoanx lawyer. Perry Devercst. who
haa loved fcer devotedly for yearsJ
hot Stanley's heart ia with Drew.
Kind surest that she think It
over, and then, if she still wants
position, ho will try to place her.
Stanley does not go back to Nigel,
realizing it weald mean meeting
all her old friends. One day. when
Stanley is more lonely than aseaj,
she meets John Harmon Jiorthrnp,
a elnurxJias .yoanx. anther, and is
toached by bis sincerity.
Ten said something about wrR-
ing a novel. Tell me more about it.
won't yon? she ashed hhn, and
saw his eyes lose their anhappi-
nesa. kindle into eagerness.
"1 havent done much on It yet-
Just a few chapters, rd like to read
them to yon sometime; get' your
reactions. I'm so close to It thatJnextr I mean, how does she go on
sometimes t wonder if I sea the
thing clearly: it. after an, If s not
just a jambl of ideas ana emo
tions." His eyes brooded suddenly
his voice lost its lightness. "What
I really came down to New York
for was atmosphere. Ton see.
dent have any trouble with people
I suppose I have a sort of instinct
about them but I cant create the
rich background for them. I've
never been about, I'm really a great
fool; it's a bit of a joke when you
stop to think about it.
n dont seem to see it that way.
If vonVe really eot something, if
you really ean write, nothing is go-
ins to step yon. As for Dacjc
rround." she shrugged disnarag
ingly. "you can always acquire that,
cant yon? Given a certain amount
"and money." he added quick
ly. "You see, the people I want to
write about are like you people
who have been places and done
things, interesting things "
"And ron think I have?"
He looked at her thoughtfully
"I'm sure yon have. I don't know
what has happened te you, but I'm
almost sure that you've had things
money, yon know. IVe never
known any rich people, but I know
they're like you. That's what money
does for people makes them sore
and a littlearrogant and altogether
"And I am like that?
She- laughed. "Let's not t a 1 k
about me. Let's talk about your
novel. I'd like to see it, have you
read It ta m
"Do yon really mean that? Do
yon mean that yon'd come home
with me now and listen to some
nf the chanters and talk it over
with me? Ydn'd do that?"
Why not?" She smiled at him.
She didnt know whether that was
what she had meant or not. -It
didnt really matter. She thought
suddenly that all that really mat
tered iust then was that she
ahouldn't have to go back to that
hot. small room beneath the roof
and try to sleep and be quite an
able to do so.
LINCOLN, Feb. 16. State of
ficers of the Farmers union in
cluding G. W. Potts, president; R.
W. Hogg of Greenwood local, pur
chasing agent: S. B. Holt, secre
tary from Scio, and D. E. Bllnston
of the Sidney - Talbot local, held
a meeting at the schoolhouse
Thursday night at 8 p. m. and
organized the Spring Valley local
with these members: Charles Mc
Carter, W. Frank Crawford, C.
Youngen, R. C. Shepherd, James
A. French, JV. W. Henry, Fred
Muller, Clyde Ehbert, S. D. Craw
ford, Jesse Walling, W. D. Henry,
I. R. Utterback, E. M. McClure,
W. N. Crawford and M. Swennold.
Officer are: W. Frank Craw
ford, president; Charier McCarter,
vice - president; S. D. Crawford,
secretary-- treasurer: Wayne IV
Henry, doorkeeper and Jesse Wal
ling, conductor; C. Younger,
James A. French and R. C. Shep
ard. executive board.
D. E. Bllnston stated that the
organization was the only remedy
for farmers ills and that they
should work together instead of
Meetings ot the Spring Valley
local will be held at schoolhonses
In Lincoln. Zona and North Spring
Removing Spur of
Old Railroad on
Gates at Highway
GATES, Feb. .11. The county
Toad crew under the direction of
Fred Fisher is removing the rail
road spur which was formerly
used for loading logs at Gates.
This -track is on the new highway
right of' way and has not been
used tor several years m most
logs are hanled by truck to Mill
City.. The old poles and eafelea
which ' were jart of the. loading
rigging have also been removed.
. Several men from Gate and
Mill City are b e l a g employed
.slashing, mainly between Gates
,f and .MM City,
.Ther eaaght another tos -dawn-
town and John Harmon led her to
. . . . .a . .
a street not Tax irvm ner vwn, w
house -nearly as shabby and dis-1
eonraced looking as Mrs. Fours.
(But not quite. It bad a finer fine of
proportion, a sort of warred beauty
which had defied the years -and Its
change of fortunes. Its steps were
shallow and gently rising, its door
was wide and deep-set. Its windows
were high and amaH-paned. -
Hia room was on the first floor
and had once been a fine old draw
nsr room. Stanley looked about her
Icurioosly, appreciating the beauty
of the ttacbr walnut fireplace tne
paneled waHs, the high ceffing.
Ht put her In the one comfortable
chair and lighted- a eigrette tor
her, and then somewhat shyly, and
voice that wa bosky wR3
setf -consciousness, he told her the
Dlot of his novel. Tweaking off now
and then to read herpags of the
finished chapters As the story took
shape- and became real, his. voice
-sue of Itself, became ana
and ouictiy compelling He would
stop now and then to look and
Lsay, "Do yea think she would have,
done that? Felt that way about
itr Stanley would nod afirma.
tively and he would go on with his
"And that's as far as rve gone,"
ihe finished anally, tossing the
manuscript onto hia desk, running
fingers through his rumpled
brown hair. "What do yon think
She answered him honestly, her
feet ended up beneath her, her head
tilted back against the worn leather
f m m am . Oa O
oz ner cnair. i wins it gooo
amazingly good. What happens
"I dont quite know it hasnt
worked itself oat yet bat It win."
He snxiied at her suddenly, a quick,
rather charming smile that was at
once shy and yet oddly confident
"Yew know, you've been a peach to
I is t e a. Sure yon havent been
She shook her head. "Perfectly
sure. I've liked it."
It's meant a lot to me having
yon come here like this. I wouldn't
have believed it could have hap
pened not to me, anyway."
"Why not to you, John Har
He shrugged, looked at her with
a faint flush, Un, l don t know.
Perhaps because so few things-
like this ever have happened to
me. Yon wouldn't understand
you're always lived differently, I
expect. It's funny," he mused
thoughtfully, "yon and I flung to
gether like this from different ends
of society, both of us alone and
bit uncertain. It s rather an ad
She looked at him with sudden
wistfnlness. "1 wish I. could see it
that- way, Fm afraid I cant. I'm
just tort .of drifting."
"You have been hurt, haven't
yon?" he asked quickly, with soft
dismay catching for a moment a
drift of pain ia her eyes, a thread
of misery In her voice. "I'm sorry.
I wish I could help you." He stum
bled a bit.
She remembered suddenly that
she must make it easy for him, that
he made things hard for himself.
"Yon have," she said gently,
"you ve helped me a lot.
"Do you really mean that? Be
cause Td like to think I had"
"Then, please do," she told him
and smiled at him.
It was a quick, sweetly com
pelling little smile and it dazzled
his eyes and struck a sort of sweet
terror into his soul.
Somewhere a dock struck one
solemn note and he jumped up and
insisted upon making coffee over
spattering gas ring, it was sur
prisingly good coffee and they drank
it and ate some rather stale rolls.
TO MEET MONDAY
STAYTON, Feb. U. An In
teresting program has been ar
ranged for the next regular P. T.
A. meeting, Monday night, in
cluding music by a quartet com
posed f Mrs. W. A. Inglis, Mrs.
Gweneth Mlelke, Mrs. Wm. Crab
tree and Miss Jada Tinker; vocal
solo by Miss Alma Tonkin: a
humorous skit and for the study
period several short talks on the
study of "Mental Hygiene."
Dr. Vernon A. Douglas, assist
ed by Miss Nova Lyndes, conduct
u 'iv27S k Position - tf
il I j We appreciate and strive in
n Jj every way to be worthy of
, ft tk .tmat you: repose in us
I , hi - when we are chosen to
1 (. ft conduct the last services'
jl 1 for your loved ones.
Ifa ; FUNEIIAXS SINCE 1891 f ;
"Xtfn not wmch or party, Jeha
Uaraca apologised "b promise
to do better next timaThersTl bev
a next time, wont there, Stanley t
YonH come againy'
T expect 1 .wOL John Harmon.
Mike you." she told him simply, 1
think yeaTe euee."
He flnohfrt deeply, his eyes shln
rtng brt horribly embarrassed. "Yoa
are, too. rve never known anyone
like-yew before. In fact, IVe never
known -many girls anyway They've
never seemed to like me much I
suppose," he finished honestly,
"that , rve always been sort of
afraid of them, m even a little
afraid of you!
"Yes," she sale slowly, consider
ing hhn gravely. "1 suppose yon
would be." And she thought swiftly
of Drew, who waa Aot afraid of
anything except poverty and
who was so terribly afraid of that.
"Perhaps that's. what makes yen so
nice," she suggested, putting Drew
resolutely out of her mind, bring
jing her eyes back to John Harmon.
TnereTi something appealing and
restful tn a man who isnt always
on the offensive.
- He took her home soon after that.
Through quiet, empty streets, past
high brick houses. Houses that had
seen better days but stood bow la
silent rows, victims of as ever-
encroaching number of latchkeys.
in . her own room Stanley on-
dressed and erept Into bed. She lay
staring sleepiessiy Into the dark
ness. For an interval she had been
taken out of herself, had escaped
her own heartache and despair, bat
now she was alone again and they
came rushing back to her. carrrine
herewith them Into the depths.
She thought of Ellen Ellen who
had always been there, so quietly
reassuring. And then as always.
she thosght of Crew. Drew woe
had been there so short a time not
who had brought so much with him
had taken so much away.
eventually, when the first nale
streaks of daylight filtered into the
room, she fell asleep.
The next week Stanley found
job. Or rather Valerie found on
for her. It was with an importing
firm and the work was pleasant
and not hard. However, it
merely a temporary position. The,
girl who had held it had had some
sort of nervous breakdown and had
been given a three months' teava
of absence. But. as Valerie pointed
oui, enree months was a long way
off and anything might happen by
So Stanley went back and forth
to work, hanging to subwav atrana.
Jammed into busses, jostled on hot.
spongy pavements. She had a glass
of milk and a sandwich at a soda
fountain for lunch and cam hems
at aigfat to the blessed resDite af a
kold tub and fresh eioth si,.
grew thinner and. lost any color she
had had in the beginning of the
summer and the French word n
the office Corresnondenca it n
danced before her tired eyes.
But she grew strangely, curi
ously content. She liked the routine
of her work, the feeling that she
was actually responsible for some
thing, however small, ia the greater
scheme of things. And no matter
how long or how hot the day, there
was always John Harmon at the
end of it John Harmon, thinner
and not so brown, but with the
same Intently eager brown eyes.
John Harmon, a bit stoop-shoul.
dered and shabby in his old gray
suit, but with a new trick of smil
ing suddenly and quite delightfully:
of makinr life seem a rather gay
and frien.My and worth-while ad
venture. (Te Be Continued)
n,. S, 'i,htil9S2T Allen, CorGl,
DUtributra Kut Feature, Sradiotc In.
ed a pre-school clinic here Thurs
day. Many babies and young chil
dren were examined and received
inoculation for diphtheria a n d
vaccination for smallpox. Mrs. N.
E. Tobie and Mrs. Geo. R. Dun
can assisted. '
Vice Davie Dies
Word was received here Tues
day of the death of Vicot Davie,
61, ia Portland. He was born In
Stayton, but had not lived here
for many years. He is survived
by his mother, Mrs. Sarah Davie,
and a brother, George, of this
place; a brother. Norman, and a
sister, Mrs. Candlce Gilbert, in
Portland, and a sister Mrs. Al
ice Pressler in. Los Angeles. Fu
neral services were held at the
crematorium in Portland Thurs
day, members of the family from