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The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Wctoesday Morning. Jnne 13, 1934
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"No Favor Sways-Us; No Fear Shall Awe"
From First Statesman, March 28, 1851
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Code and Building Costs
THE lumber code has been under attack at the meeting of
lumbermen in Chicago this week. Some manufacturers
and wholesalers condemn the code roundly, while others de
fend it as a life-giving charter to the industry. Many of the
operators of mills in this territory endorse the code and feel
that it has saved the situation for many mills.
The great criticism as we see it is the too steep price
increase which attended the going into effect of the code.
The consequence is that building revival is checked by the
very sudden increase in building costs. Granted that lumber
costs were much too low, the wiser course, it seems to U3,
would have been to step up the prices more gradually, so that
Yeal construction work could be encouraged rather than dis
couraged. Every industry must be concerned that other in
dustries prosper for it is only through general revival that
there will be restored the general purchasing power to sustain
prosperity.
Right now many new houses ought to be under way in
Salem, because there is a growing shortage of desirable
houses here. But rents are still at too low a level to justify
building as an investment on present scale of building costs.
The effect which may be expected is an increase in charges
for rent as the pressure for housing becomes greater. Salem
has not stopped growing. People move to Salem and we
should be prepared to supply with decent living quarters the
people who come here who are willing and i ble to pay reason
able prices for homes.
The Young Man's Burden
AT his press conference Henry P. Fletcher, new chairman
of the republican national committee, declared it was
his purpose to enlist young voters in the republican ranks.
When he was asked what his appeal would be, Fletcher
replied :
"One Issue will be that It will rest on their shoulders to pay
this huge national debt being piled up."
There is no smart come-back to that. Either the national
debt is to be paid, or its service met, or else the country will
default. No honorable person favors default on the public ob
ligations of a country. Then if the debt burden is to be car
ried it will have to be carried by the coming generation. What
will they think about it? The debt total rises now like a fever
thermometer.
Yesterday we had a letter from a friend who made the
trip by auto from Flint, Michigan to Yakima, Wash. Here is
an extract :
"When occasion permitted, I talked with various people
along the route concerning their impressions of the New Deal,
and In my entire trip, I did not confer with a single man that
approved of the Democratic experiment. They all seemed to fear
that the ultimate end is to be Socialism and chaos.
"I think it was quite a coincidence that in entire trip, I did
not run across one man that spoke favorably of the New Deal;
particularly was this true in my trip through Iovra and Nebraska
where the Hog Allotment has had such drastic effects."
T.at is the observation of only one observer, to re.
But it is an honest comment from a y ig mr.n not a hide
bound partisan by any means. It indicates the country is
doing some thinking.
The mayor of Seattle has taken what seem to be appropriate
steps to end the strike. He has notified the co .tending factions in
the port war to open the port by a defijite date. If tr y do not agree
by that lime then he proposes to take action himself. There is no
reason why the general public, business men and laborers alike,
should be longer injured by the obduracy of groups in a particular
dispute. Mediation app: rs to have failed; prolonged conferences
have been futile. Either ocean commerce is to stay paralyzed or else
action must be tal.en to permit its resumption. Seattle has had ex
perience ith strikes, the abortive general strike in 1919 providing
the authorities with a knowledge of how to crack down if a general
strike Bhould be called. The general social interest is paramount
over the selfish Interest either of employers or of employes. Mayor
Smith has given the sides ample time to get together. Now he pro
poses to take a hand himself
"National planning is needed in butnness and industry, a
contemporary says. We know of no occupation that has a more
general appeal than that of explaining how other people should
run their business. It appeals especially to persons who have no
business of their own and know nothing about that of the others.
National planning means nothing except that men and women
wba know what they are about shall take a back seat while
meddlers and yaps put on their performances." Yakima Re
public. Add the item that the "planners" do not pay any of the bills.
Just see how much saving there is In operating one of the new
light-weight, stream-line trains. The Burlington "Zephyr" made the
run of 1017 miles from Denver to Chicago In 13 hours. The total
cost for fuel oil was $14. 8S for the run. A steam train requires 26
hours and the coal consumption is $255. On the basis of the showing
made by the "Zephyr" nothing could compete in cheapness of oper
ation and speed combined, with this type train. Motor transport
would be slower and more expensive, airplane faster but more
costly.
Governments may work themselves Into Inconsistencies. Thus
'Washington has a 40-mill limitation on property taxes, but the leg
islatur passed a law ordering pensions paid to aged. And the court
ays the counties have to pay the pensions in spite of the fact that
the county says ft does not have the money and can't get it under the
40-mill restriction. Seemingly a case of an Irresistible force meeting
an immovable body. Public finance is fast coming to be a matter of
legerdemain.
Tho national guard has gone to Camp Clatsop for Its annual
encampment. Not everything Is dress parade and mesa for the guard.
They are put through stiff work; and hours or drilling and nan
ouvering in the hot sun make the boys think they are earning their
money.
When Clarence Darrow and General Johnson clash a lot of
words tn the dictionary are dusted off and given an airing. Sideline
spectators et many thrills as adjectives and figures of speech are
hurled from on battlement to the other.
A New Orleans man says people are in for trouble because
their stomachs are tilling op with tin. They eat so much canned food
and ctdpa from the tin get tn their food. The coantry must be going
on a tin standard, so to apeak.
An acre of land Is the amount estimated as needed for "sub
sistence homesteads" of part-time workers. To land add a bushel or
two of gumption. That was about all the first-comers had: land and
gumption; and none of them starved to death or livd on doles.
Now a dude ranch is proposed for Squaw mountain, east of
Estacada, where the node ranch is being located. Gives the prank
sters opportunity for fun In changing the signs.
"Boyer urges justification by education says the Eugene R-G
headline. Ia this a substitute for Luther's "justification by faith"?
"kAA riMnFDPI I A" By HAROLD
"aswSW V w SW Bf
CHAPTER TTT,
While Nance Jordan, with the In
stinct of a wild animal to escape
from its cage, stole from the house
to roam about the grounds, Aim
uasKei and her son went again from
room to room, commenting freely
now, as they had not done when in
the presence of the lawyer and the
cutler.
In the library John Herbert read
aloud the titles of many books, with
a oriel word or two as to toe place
and importance of the various an
thors. Now and den he would take
a volume from its place to handle it
reverently, calling his mother's at
tention to the binding, the type, and
such things as true booklevers no
..tice. Ann. as she listened, watched him
intently. She did not understand
much of what he said, but from his
voice and manner she seemed to be
drawing certain conclusions.
Presently, with a timidity at
which her backwoods associates
would have wondered, she ventured,
A body'd think you war a-taHdn
bemt the Bible."
"As a matter of fact, mother,"
John Herbert smiled, "these books
are bibles," and he explained the
original meaning of the word.
"Wal, what do you think about
that!" she exclaimed, wonderingly.
"Hit sure makes me feel about
books like I never felt before jest 1
the idee, I mean."
The young man. with a gesture,
indicated the tiers of laden shelves ,
which rose from the floor almost to
the ceiling. "Just think, mother,
what treasure what real treasure
this room contains! The great
est thoughts of the greatest minds
the world has ever known are all
here." In simple words he contin
ued developing the thought of the
influence which the writers of these
books had exercised in world af
fairs, and the parts they had played
in shaping governments and in the
history of human life.
"I sure never had no idee that
writin' books meant all that," said
Ann, humbly. "I ain't never hyeard
'bout sich things before. I never
even seed so many books in all my
borned days. You sure make writin'
look different, son, than what hit did
back home."
"But, mother," he cried, "the peo
ple who collected this library and
made this home are your kind of
people. Don't you feel itt Don't
you?"
The mountain woman answered,
slowlv. "Sometimes hit seems like I
do, son. Then agin I git sort of
scared. Makes me feel sort of queer
like like I've seen hit all before
somewhars in a dream. Hit sure
ain't like nothin' I war raised up to.
Anybody can see. though, that
you're rirht to home byear like you
never war ner never could be in the
backwoods."
John Herbert directed her atten
tion to the portrait of a man which
hung over the fireplace: "Look at
him, mother. That's the kind of a
man who belongs in a home like
this in a library like this."
Ann nodded. "I been a-watchln'
him while you war talkin "bout the
books. Teared like he wax listenin'
an knowed all about what you war
savin'. He liked hit. too."
John Herbert laughed. "You'd
know he was at home here."
"He "minds me of somebody," said
Ann. slowly. "Hit's hit sure ts
he's like edge Shannon. Tain't
that he favors the jedge in eyes,
er nose, er mouth, er hair, er noth
in' but take him all together he's
got the same look. Makes me think
of the jedge. He 'minds me of
somebody eke. too."
She took her son's arm and caused
him to stand beside the portrait.
"Wsl. I'll be snatched!" She
laughed aloud. "He might be your
grandpappy. Tain't that your
faces air alike take 'em piece by
piece, but jest the same you sure
look alike. Thai's sure somethin'
what makes you an' him kin !"
"You are being very compliment
ary to me, mother." murmured the
youn? man. well pleased.
"Hit's funny how different folks
can look from other folks when
faces air all made out of the same
things, ain't hit?" she continued
musingly. ."I've knowed men what
looked like sheep, an' some what
looked an' acted exactly like hawgs.
I ve seed foxes an wolves an
bears an weasels an bulls all in
the shape of men. an' couldn't no
body mistake 'em fer what they
war, nenner. An' its Knowed
wimmen jaybirds an crows an'
wrens. If I war put to hit I could
name ons or two regular old she
buzxards. That pitcher man thar"
sne ranted to the nortrnit '
body'd jest know he'd be a man what
would have a hoss like my Billy,
'cause my Billy's the kind of a hoss
what rightly goes with that kind
of a man. A body can see what
Kino: ox a man he is jest as easy
as you can see wnat land oz a boss
Billy is. Hit's jest as easy to see
bow he fits this hyear room with all
the books. Imagine Jeff Todd
a-hangin thar I Jeff'd inmn rieht
out of his frame he sure would.
Jeff he couldnt never do nothin'
with my Billy hoss. Jeff he jest
natcnauy nated tne boss an' the
hoss hated him the same way. Yes.
sir, folks jest natchaHy belong er
tney jest natcnauy dont. ow tell
me "bout pitchers like you been tell
in 'bout books."
Starting witat that nortrait in the
library, they went from nicture to
picture in the various rooms.
To one painting a portrait of a
woman the younr man returned
again and again. He did not com
ment at length on this particular
work of art. and Ann. looking at
the portrait and watching hcj son,
seemed to understand his silence.
"Who do you reckon hit is?" she
asked at last.
"Some member of the family. I
Imagine," he answered. "You can
see what the women of this house
were like, mother. She belongs to
your generation. If she were liv
ing she would be about your age.
xou must nave been like her when
you were young same spirit, I
mean."
The mountain woman hesitated
before saying, gently: "I reckon
hit's the idee Jedge Shannon give
you "bout me what makes you think
that a way, son."
"Mother" the young man turned
Sickly; "please don't ever say a
ing like that to me again. Judge
anannon gave me a true picture of
you. Every day I have seen it
dearer and clearer."
For some time the mountain
woman did not speak, then she said,
slowly: "Thar war worries at home,
son, what you dont know 'bout an'
I ain't a-goin to tell you." She
turned to the woman in the paint
ing: "i feel like me an' her might
'a' been real elose friends if things
had 'a' been different. I wish she
war a-lrvin now; I know she'd he'p
"Help you. mother?"
"He'p me to be like her. He'p to
fit into sich a house as this like
she fits hit like you fit hit."
Impulsively the young man drew
his mountain mother into his arms.
Never before had he offered such
an embrace, nor would she have per
mitted it. But now the demonstra
tion seemed natural enough to both.
For a little they stood so before
the picture. "She 'minds me of
somebody I know, too."
John Herbert tightened his arm
about her.
"I was wondering if you noticed
it," he said softly.
The baggage arrived from the
hotel and John Herbert was in his
room, unpacking. Nance was some
where outside the house. Ana was
alone.
Slowly the mountain woman went
from room to room, looking at
everything with the wondering eyes
of a child in fairyland. She was as
one in a dream, trying to make it
all seem real trying to make her
self believe. She touched things
questioningly, timidly, as if she half
expected them to vanish under her
hand. She looked out from every
window, and tried every chair, and
felt the rugs with her feet, and fin
gered the hangings. Presently her
eye was caught by two small but
tons or knobs set in a small bronze
plate near one of the doors, and she
paused to study them with specu
lative interest. Cautiously she put
her finger on one of the buttons. It
fitted loosely in a hole. Experi
mentally she pushed it. The lights
Hashed and she started with alarm
Then she laughed with childish
glee. Expectantly she pushed the
companion button and the lights
went out. Again and again she
snapped them on and off, on and
off, tickled with her discovery and
delighted with the magic of it.
Searching for more buttons to
work the lights, she found one that
was different. She pushed H. Noth
ing happened. She looked at the
light fixtures with a disapproving
frown, and pushed the button hard
er. Still no lights. "Must be bust
ed," she muttered, and was wonder
ing how she should go about fixing
it when a voice behind her said:
"You rang, madam?"
- . w ww.w. 1 . lilUli, HlB
butler, was standing at attention
eaij a xew ieet away. Absorbed in
the mystery of the button which did
not work, she bad not heard him
enter the room. The effect was as
if he had appeared magically from
nowhere -Whrn mhm AiA Vast errvAaa !
but only stared at him with the
danger lights gleaming in her dark
eyes, he said again, uneasily:
m.ou rang, maaami '
"I ain't tan tut iU v: T
aJnt rung nothin. But I'm a-warn-
m von. mister. vonM h f
sneakin' up behind me like that.
Hit ain't safe. Whar I eeme from
folks alius make a noise of
sort to let a body know thev'ra
around."
"I he nTv1-vn mJim
bell rang.
-wnat bell be you talkm 'bout?"
"The rail KT1 " U. t.f.j
the button.
The danger lights gave a twinkle
of humor. "You mean that thar
little bntton dino-na rimm m k.lt
somewhars fer you to come?"
- x es, raaaam, when It is pushed."
"An 'you come every time?"
"Yes, madam."
"Is thar on at Vm tn
room?"
"Yes, madam."
"An all T vnf tn As .I. V
you is to punch a little button like
that?"
"Yea, madam."
"Wal. T'll h- cnntA. tt;.
like callin' up one of them thar
what-you-may-eall-'ems in a fairy
story, ain't hit? All I got to do is
touch a little button, an' hyear you
bel"
"Does madam wish anything?"
"No. mint-pr. T ain't j.i;.'
nothin' I can think of jest now."
stir . w M
very gooa, ma asm.
Hi warn nnWrna ;n'!J
when she halted him with:
"Hold on a minute, mister. Now
that you're hyear, me an' you may's
weu nave a nrae talk, set down.
She seated herself, hut th hntl
remained standing.
sex down, set down, she re
peated. "Ill feel a sight more com
fortable an' at home like if youH
quit standin' thar stiff an' straight
like you war waitin' to be shot. Jest
Uke a chair an' act natchaL You
an' me both's a-goin' to live hyear
togeiner, ain c wei"
i -e-e-s, madam."
"Wal then, wt'm at wath.11
bound to git acquainted. We may's
well begin comfortable. Ain't no
tellin how well wind up."
ine man obediently seated him
self in the nearest chair. After all,
he was, as Lawyer Belden had said.
a man of exceDtional good indv.
ment.
Fishing in the pocket of her
voluminous backwoods ulrirt Ann
Haskel drew forth a cob pipe and a
smaii sack ox tobacco. Methodically
she filled the bowL
"Heh!"
The butler was standing over her
with a lighted match.
"Wal, IH be snatched! Right
handy, aint you?" she murmured,
between puffs. "Thank you, mis
ter." He returned to his chair and en
dured with a degree of composure
the measurinv ma at Ann Vt.
kel's black eyes.
a siow smue came over the moun
tain woman's face. "I'm a-likin'
you fine, Wilson," she said at last.
"An I reckon hit's a Gawd-a-mighty's
blessin' I do, 'cause I sure
got to depend on you a heap. Mr.
Belden he lowed you war all right,
but you 'pear to me like you war to
be trusted with a heap more'n
money or business matters."
"Thank you, madam. I may say
that I have served in this home
since the days when Mr. Belden
was a schoolboy. In fact, I came to
the to the family when I was just
a boy myself."
"That's jest hit That's how
come you can help me. You been
raised up with sich as this an' know
all about thingsj what's fitten an'
what ain't."
(To Be Continued)
Copyright. 1131. bj Harold Bell WrlfM.
DlitrtbuUd bj Kln( Features Syndicate. Ine,
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Bits for Breakfast
By R. J. HENDRICKS
Recollections of Childhood:
A 49 covered wagon journey:
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Virginia Watson Applegate died
at her home in Salem, Oregon,
March 19,1923. Some years prior
to that date, her son-in-law, Cyrus
B. Woodworth, former Salem boy
and young man, now of Portland,
asked her to write something con
cerning her ehildhood recollec
tions, including- the memories at
about 10 years of her journey
across the plains with her people.
She did this, and that screed has
remained In the family, half for
gotten by some members of It. A
few days ago, it came to the notice
of the Bits man, who, believing it
worthy of permanent record In
print, asked the use of it for this
purpose. She had entitled it,
"Recollections of Childhood:
1840-1852." It follows as written,
and without main quotation
marks, beginning:
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I was born on a farm iut nnrth
of Springfield, Illinois. The house
wnere i was born stood Just a
mile from the statehouse. Around
the house was a yard, green with
blue-grass, and, in the southeast
corner, ander some crah anni
trees, were many beehives. At the
east siae or the yard was a gate
to the garden. On eah side of
the gate a tall pear tree grew. In
the center of the garden was a
walk which was bordered with
flowers and shrubs.
One I admired so much, called
"Lily of the Valley or Althea."
was lavender in color. Sonth of
the yard was a lot and a drive
way, with a gate at the west side,
where our friends drove in when
they came to visit us. South of
mat lot and nearer the city limits
was a cornfield. Many times I
have seen an old Mormon from
Springfield drive in and load his
wagon with corn. Mv knnwif
of the "Latter Day Saints" dates
back to 1844 or '45. Over in that
cornfield there was one large
hickory nut tree, where I often
picked up the nuts.
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Just north of the house waa a
large lot and at the east end stood
the large barn with a well near
where the stock was watered. Still
east was a large meadow- . na.
ture or fieldTDutside of our field
fence, lived some neoDle nampd
Grant. I had only occasional
glimpses of them. Their house was
a cabin and they went in rags and
dirt. I formed a very poor im
pression of the name Grant that
I did not change, until I knew of
the General.
Another name 1 remember that
I had a prejudice against was Ike
Anderson, who lived nearer town
in an old, shabby home and when
ne was sober father gave him
work to keep the family from
starving. One time Harrv and I
fouBd bis jug of whiskey in the
woou pue; but we were told to let
it alone.
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We crossed the barn lot Into
the orchard. We had a fine orch
ard of apples and peaches, and
just over the fence north of the
orchard wild plums grew, both
yellow and blue. They looked very
tempting and many people came
to gather them, but to me they
Were forbidden fruit.
In the center of our orchard
were some weeping willow trees,
where my father's parents were
sleeping, and also other members
of the family. I. learned to spell
out the names of those dear ones
at a very early age, and I thought
weeping willows were sacred
trees, to be planted only over the
dead. (Long since those buried
there were removed to Oak Ridge
cemetery, a part of father's tim
ber land, and now they are buried
on a lot near Lincoln's Tomo.)
m
Across the road west of our
house was father's timber land
(our house was on Peoria road).
We could see from the house
many picnic parties enjoying the
shade of the lovely trees and the
grape-vine swings.
Frequently mother walked with
Harry and me and iom orphan
cousins that lived at our house,
through the woods to uncle's. We
found many wild flowers and lov
ed that walk, but I bad the im
pression that it would not be safe
to be alone. I think I had heard
bear stories and also knew of Red
Riding Hood.
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The house where I was born,
on the 4th of September, of 1840,
was roomy and comfortable, with
three fire places, one up stairs,
one in the sitting room and one
in the kitchen. Cooking stoves in
Illinois at that early date were
very few. I was about four years
old wheu Uncle James Watson
went to Chicago and bought a
stove for mother, and one for
aunt. I remember just the pat
tern. Not one -of our neighbors had
a cook stove, and ours had to be
examined by all.
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Before I was born. Grandfath
er Elder died. They lived in Mor
gan county near Jacksonville.
Grandmother had her youngest
daughter. Aunt Cecilia, and Uncle
Matt her young son and four
grandchildren father moved
them to his home, for his heart
was larger than the house; so
there was a house full to welcome
me. Those cousins lived with us
until I was four years old and
then went to live with their fath
er's brother and attend school.
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Aunt Cecilia married Thomas
Baker, a brother of Col. E. D.
Baker. I have a dim recollection
of the marriage. Grandmother
was not pleased with her son-in-law
at first, because he was born
in England, and she had no love
for the English. Her eldest son
was killed in the battle of Raison.
My earliest recollection of
Grandmother is seeing her sit in
the corner on a low chair with a
package of letters reading. She
often read them. It was many
years before I knew about those
letters, how sacred they were to
her for they were written by her
son.
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Uncle Tom Baker was a fine
man and she liked him very much,
also his mother and the other
members of the family.
Among by earliest acquaint
ances were Drs. Jsne, Todd and
Henry. (Dr. Henry came to Ore
gon in 1852.) Dr. Jane and Dr.
Todd ' took snuff, and I admired
their snuff boxes. Dr. Todd was
large and fat and had a very large
nose. Mrs. Lincoln was bis niece.
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When I was about three yean
old, mother was sick and Dr.
Jane was sitting by a table fold
ing powders into white and blue
papers. I walked near and be
said, "Ginny, don't you touch
these." When he turned bis head
to speak to mother, I slyly took
one and went Into the kitchen,
where I emptied the contents on
to the stone hearth and tasted it,
and 'twas sour. One of the couSlna
saw me and made quite a hubbub
about it. It is my opinion now
that they all thought "Glnny"
needed an overseer.
m
I remember quite distinctly my
third birthday. Father gave me
some fine red applies on a tray
and told me to take them in to
Aunt Agnes and tell her I wa
three years old. The apples gre
just by the orchard gate,
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We always had company. Many
boys came out with father's
nephews and his nieces and their
girl friends, Col. Baker's daugh
ters and Judge Logan's. They of
ten wanted to ride on horseback,
up and down the born lot, and out
in the pasture. Father had an old
bay horse he always saddled for
them. He said the horse bad no
more sense than to travel back
and forth with them. He never
trusted them with thoroughbreds
Father was a Kentucky man
and kept fine horses. I now have
a pair of silver sugar tongs which
were a premium on a fine youn?
colt given by the Sangamon Coun
ty Fair In 1837.
Father was bOrn near MaysvUle,
Kentucky, January 28th, 1801.
on a farm, and had to take charge
of the farm while his father was
serving his country with the army
in Canada In 1812.
(Coniinued tomorrow)
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RICKREALL PUPILS
RICKREALL, June 12. Grad
uation exercises for the eighth
grade were held Thursday wit.i
a large crowd present. Masie ?
beginners and advanced orches
tras, stunt by the pupils of the
fifth and sixth grades; and a play
"The Eastbrook Nieces" was staff
ed by the seventh and eighth
grades, were program numbers.
S. H. Robison, chairman of the
school board presented the dip
uomas with a timely address.
Awards were presented by Mrs.
Pierce:
Perfect attendence: Jean Burns,
Charles and Nancy Adams. Ruth
Middleton, Irma Newcomb, George
Fuler, Eisworth Robinson; Pal
mer method certificate, Kather
ine Lowry; other Palmer awards,
Eloise Findley, Katie Whaley,
Donald Letterken Robert Flni
ley, Vernon and Maxine Ott, Jean
Burns, Barbara Kester, Jean Crip
pen, Jane Findley,, Nancy Adams.
Graduates were Katherine Low
ry'. Jean Crippen, Robert Kester,
and Lucille Cox.
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Big, husky ice cubes 120 of them at
one freezing, in the model shown above.
But that's only one reason why every
one is talking about the Frigidaire '34.
To begin with, it has auto
matic ice tray; release . . . die
trays slide from the freezer at a
finger touch 1 And automatic de
frosting ... it turns itself on
when defrosting is completed I
Then, there are models with Life-
! I
time Porcelain inside and out . . . double)
Hydrator capacity. . .much greater
food space ... the Sliding Utility Basket
... the Frigidaire Servashelf . . . interior
lighting . . . extra space for tall
bottles . . . and come in, won't
you? . . . That, really, is the best
way to see just what s happened
in electric refrigeration; to learn
just why people are proudly say
ing, "Ours is a Frigidaire ,34.'
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Here is a Frigidiire that Uses Less Current than Ont Ordinary Lamp Bud
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