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ESTABLISHED IN 1876
A SH LAN D
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C. J. READ,
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Entered a t die Ashland, Oregon Poetoftoe an Second Claes M ail :
W. H. PERKINS,
MANAGING EDITOI
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Fords or U niversities?
“ The Henry Ford of England,’’ tfie press calls
W. R. Morris, British automobile manufacturer,
who tells 4he reporters at old Oxford, where we
send the brightest of our youths as Rhodes scholars,
that a university educatioh is “ wasted time,’’ and
of absolutely no benefit in the business world.
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“ The Romance of Ford Finance,” say other
news dispatches, telling the story of the little band
of faithful apostles who made millions out of sav
ings accounts, and are now distinguished by being
sued for several millions by a government which is
better at tax collecting than at handling diplomatic
affairs that involve the merely human rights of the
people of neighbor nations.
The coincidence of these two pronouncements
pieces together a pretty hard case against the school
men, and moves the lathes and the pig iron and
the stithies and the stamping machines right np to
the doors of the schools, while the books and the
football coaches prepare for flight out the back
ways.
A university education is a flop when it comes
to making automobiles, says one Ford in England,
v and high romance is to be found only in creating
‘ fliverrf and figuring income tax, says the other.
That settles the argument, of course, for Romance
is what we are all after. Romance is Life, and
Life’s the thing we have before ns.' Over a few
thousand years we have been fiddling around^ quite
aimlessly, trying to find our romance in zoology, in
paleontology, in human history, in literature on the
wings of soaring human imagination in human
thought and its cnrious, half-serious, half-humerous
complications. We have housed our romance in
the holy of holies of the Fntnre, and sought to
glimpse it by treading the labyrinths with a chart
of the experience of the past) we have found pleas
ant and romantic the charades and cross-word puz
zles that Life presented, and sharponed out wits to
enjoy them. We have laboriously acquired dream
materials, by the sweat of x>ur brows, and with them
we have built romantic castles ih Spain in Which we
played and found some romance, too.
Now, we discover, in this year of our Lord
1927, only, that we have been on the wrong track
for thousands of years. We should .have been build
ing automobiles instead of watching the stars, or
beetles, or conning hooks, or trying to get a peek
at Life itself. For what is life compared with a
carburetor or a timing gear?
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Fortunately all onr outlay is not wasted. Most
university buildings would do very well to •make
flivvers in, once the seats and blackboards were
moved ont and the lathes moved in. We shall have
to scrap only the machinery of education. Of course
professors of Greek and anthropology, especially
if they are past middle life and somewhat set in
their ways, would probably not make much of a
fist of plying monkey wrenches, but there will be
sewers to be dug, and valets needed for tho new
romanticists, too provide the proper sartoriql touches •
when they journey to Washington to he sued* for a
few millions extra taxes.
About 85 per cent of the world’s oil is produced
in the United States and Mexico, but our country
owns less than one seventh of the world’s reserve of
o il There is going to be a tremendous scramble for
oil in the future, and all the countries are reaching
out into the farthest corners of the earth to get
their portions of this vital material of daily life.
It will take skilful diplomacy to get oUr fair
share of it. The more the United States cultivates
international friendships, and deals fairly with the
various nations, the easier it will he to obtuiu our
share.
NUMBER FIFTEEN
Two hundred and twenty-on© years ago a good
housewife of Boston leaned over the picket fence
of her front yard and called over to a neighbor:
“ The Franklins have a new baby.”
“ Good Ix»rd, that’s thx.—”
“ Fifteenth.”
“ Boy or girl!”
“ Boy.”
“ What’ve they named hunt*’
“ Benjamin.”
“ Poor thing, he won’t have much chance in this
world—nurnber fifteen!”
“ I Huppose not. Still, yon never can tell, neigh-
lior.”
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“ No, that’s right, you never can.”
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I What Olliers Say j
Isn’t II Odd?
AND
The diepoeltlon years ago
to regard Nicholas Long-
worth primarily as the son-
in-law of T. R. haa undergone
change in recent years. Long-
lo s e :
worth haa become a nation
al figure in hta own right, a ‘
fact nailed to mind by his re- k
Poverty is no disgrace unless it
selection Just
now to be
cornea from laziness.
speaker again of the house of
representatives. — Eugene
Guard.
Those who do nothing for a liv
Anyway, when the knee-
ing never finish the task.
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high skirt style comes 4a neat
spring mother can wear the
ohildren’a clothes and no one
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will know tho difference.—
Of what use is a good thing if
Crane American.
you let it lie around to get step
ped on?
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Physical culture in thia
country haa progressed to the
point where very few people
More wisdom comes from the
aay “athalete.” — Vernonia
mouths of .plain people than from
Ragle.
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the mouths of professors.
Thp poor are not always
with ua aa of old. They are
riding around in automobiles
A long hair on a man’s coat
and get out of tow » frequent
these days la conclusive evidence
ly.— Silverton Tribune.
of a fond mother. >
Much glided immorality,
frequent marriages and di
vorces, and finally penu?y In
obscurity, are usually the lot
of heirs of great wealth,-7—
Halsey Rural-Enterprise.
Fashion pictures make it quite
plain that the bony lassie la more
In style th at the bonnle.
Some American statesmen
are putting the vocabulary of
foreign critics to shame In
denouncing our foreign polic
ies.— Malheur Enterprise.
Hex Heck says. “The last page
o’ a Hotel la where happiness both
begins and ends.”
■ LONDON— Five hund
red: windows were .smashed
by Oxford alumni
during
one night of revelry at the
Bulllngton club, an alumni
association which Includes
the prince of Wales in Its
membership,
Proctors of
Oxford are investigating.
NEW YORK — An exhibi
tion of painting by physi
cians, experts In anatomy,
contains only one nude. The
Works of art on view at the
American Academy of Medi
cine are more ebnoerned with
.the great outdoors than the
form.
ARLINGTON, N. -J. —
Thomas F. Mooney won first
prize in a lucky number con
test at a church sociable.
Mooney is bald, but won a
permanent wave. He tried to
give the wave to his wife, but
she declined to let a barber
do anything to her bobbed
locks.
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EVANSTON, 111., — The
easiest scoop whlchi* Walter
Martin, editor of the Dally
Northwestern, student publi
cation of Northwestern uni
versity, ever got. cost him
$21 and a traveling bag. He
tumbled out of bed to find
that burglars had entered his
fraternity house while 30
students slept, getting away
with $100 In loot.
TURNING THE PAGES BÄCK
ASHLAND
ASHLAND
ASHLAND
10 Ÿears Ago
20 Years Ago
30 Years Ago
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The young ladles class «of the
Presbyterian Rabbatti school were
entertained at an “Irish Tea" held
In the church last Friday evening.
Those present were: Meedames
Childs, Murphy, Whited, Oreer
and Robertson; the Misses Resale
Dunham, Ethel Simpson, Rama
Joorfeta, Estelle Jones, Ruth and
Hasel Osman. Hazel Smith, Nellie
Mathews.
Genevieve
Tiffany,
Gladys and Priscilla Carnahan,
Bessie Carpenter, Alile Shinn, Al
da Heer and Dr. Sawyer.
- Ellis Nell haa returned home to
Mrs. O. A. Williams and little
Ashland from Gazali, Cal.
daughter, who have been the
«usata of parénte and grandpar
ents, Mr. and Mrs. D. L. Minkler
G. W. MeMabb returned last foe the past two months In Ash
week from Dongles county
land. started on thetr return to
thair home In Neligh. Neb., on
yealarday morning's train.
J. R. Toser Is engaged In mah
Ing Improvements on his Laurel
street homestead In the way of
B. Beach Is home from ♦ r r ta
large windows on the east front
for a short time. B. C. Payne,
age.
who is worklng'With him over
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there, Is expected over today. „• -
T. J. Ott, who recently disposed
of the Oak Street dairy, has gon -
to the Willamette Valley to look
over th a t section. Mr. Ott was
High School Notes— lfra. O. very well and favorably known
Winter visited the school last Fri to connection with the dairy In
day.
terests in this section.
Chat. Wolverton and wife and
family arrived in Ashland Satur
day from Stanton, Neb., and have
gone to housekeeping In one of
Mr«. Ralph’s cottages on Spring
street. ’ *
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PUBLISHED BY THE ASHLAND PRINTING CO.
A Regular Scout
Crater Lake
In Winter Time
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JWhaFÖ*Tr>Vf FAB
BY JOHN MABIN
Caretaker nt Crater Lake
Lodge
: Sf • Mbs. JfenCbS «ohe
1er IsngJost son, she
she jfilds ì» 4ds»H/ytep
ü*y* * t • t o * •» P Iremp.ioho osh«
/W*X m a Me «Mads oad Rwm shock
she Mes. JTsd BMto, her rtohssrf
to*» eemtep /Vow» a reddo eu Jtteer,
»«< horse, /tods her so and (rooks
«he (ramp, who to (he meato?
«Irupple dMs s/ISr Me eton revolver
A «snSoher hae sesn'OU.
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ftnaday, January ©,
1©BT.
It Is nice to forget, sometimes.
The alarm clock failed tq ring
again this morning, and I got an
hour or so more sleep than was
coming to me. When I awoke the
sky was all aglow with Streamers
of deep crimson colored clouds
The west rim of the Lake seemed
to he bathed In blood, though the
Waves on the water were running
high, yet the deep blue of the
deeps were turned to lavender.
How easy it Is at such times,
When Liao Is streaming with
blood, for the mind to drift with
that of our red brother, and pic
ture a carnage of gods upon Its
lofty heights, and as the waters
grow crimson, one expects every
moment to see it broken by the
thrashing of huge claws. With
the thundering of snow slides, the
spiral puffs of whirling snow on
the side of Glacier, the walling
moan of the wind one Is almost
tempted to climb to higher ground
to view the battle of giants, that
seems to be Just over the west
rim.
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With qreaks and groans and
rattle of links, the soft booming
thud ns the snow white canvas
took the wind, the towering masts
the gleaming bows, manned with
a crew of silent men; she gather
ed a feather of white water under
her bow and sailed like a chang
ing shadow from under the blue
haze of the cliffs of Dutton. Out
of the blueand Into the geld, the
ship of Phantom came to rest in
the path of the beams of the
morning sun that were streaming
over the shoulder of Scott.
Work— None.
Weather — Day cloudy; wind
sonthwest; snow fall since last
observation. 0.00 In.; precipita
tion, 0.00 M.; snow on ground,
88.6 in.; Temp. H. 41, L. 30, R.
16, M. 38.6.
NORTH CAROLINA GIRL
SEEKS DRIVER’S JOB
CHARLOTTE. N. C., March 2.
— (U P )— Miss Bennie May Fea-
permsn, daughter of the Meck-
elnburg county chief of police,
has gone In for chauffering.
The 20 year old miss, "because
of Idle tim e” she explained, has
advertised for a job as chauffeur.
Miss Fesperman is the first
woman In North Carolina to as
pire to the place of “Jamea.”
NOTICE It»-CONTRACTORS
ADVERTISEMENT
Ashland, Ore., Feb. 24, 1B27
NOTICE OF BIDS—Notice is
hereby given that bids are now
called for the construction of the
Crowson Hill Reservoir for the
Water Department of the City of
Ashland. The plans and specifi
cations can be seen at the office
of the City Engineer, in the City
Hall, Ashland, Oregon, and cop
ies obtained upon a deposit of ten
(10) dollars, which will be re?
turned to each bona fide bidder,
when said plans and specifica
tions are returned.
The plans call for Ihe construc
tion of a 2,200,000 gallon dis
tributing reservoir, Involving ex
cavation, placing concrete and re
inforced concrete p i p e
and
reinforcing steel in the following
approximate quantities:
Excavation— 9,716 cubic yards.
Concrete— 740 cubic yards.
Reinforced concrete pipe— 126
linear feet.
Reinforcing steel — 42,000
pounds.
The City Council will receive
sealed proposals therefor and the
proposals wjll be opened in the
Council Chamber In the City Hall,
Ashland, Oregon, on March 10,
1927, at 8 o'clock p. m.
Bach hid must be accompanied
by » certified check or bid bond
of not leas than five (B) per eent
of the amount of the hid. The
right Is reserved to reject any or
all proposals, to accept the pro
posals, to accept the proposal sub
mitted by any bidder, and to
waive technical defects, as the
Interest of the CRy may require.
CITY COUNCIL
, CITY OF ASHLAND
By, C. H. PIfeRCE, .
Mayor.
By, GBRTRUDB BIBDB,
Recorder.
160-rrt.-Mon.-Wsd.
«H A FTM V'-Centfnued
N o m of the three seemed parttoo-
InrtF aSoeted by the sweet, Steer
Wto^ng m enata» air ns they rode
dtarty sfeag. tt was. evident that
they ware arming.
TBf you’d done lito I told ynh to,
¿■»m ed letter,» tried eld man
ß
he puffin' a stunt Ilka thia. T outs
h» m b o' teina yah dance-hall I»
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“Aw, shut not** thrilled Steve
Burlingame.
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. “I told yuh once be
fore 1 tried, mid the« Monroe girl
wonldn’t fall ter me. An* besides,
I m not hankerin’ to bo nurse-maid
to a dangod ranch nil my life, nei
ther!’’
“Who ynh tollin' ta shat up,
h n h r shouted his father, rod
faced. "I got plenty on yuh, even
of ynh are my own son—blast tbs
day I ever saw yore puppy mug!—
and of ynh had only ’a* tried to
hook that aamy miss I wouldn’t
have ta be doin’ nothin* crooked.
Lucky for yuh I got a father's
testin'}»
"Cut It out,"
oat," growled fowsll,
«hitting monaotagly on hta herae.
"You guys gimme a pain la the
nock. Aw right—Stare don't want
Old lùteo rnbbod
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hondo bo dolvof
delved late MM eoat paok*
et dad brought out ooreral lmpot-
taiht looking engraved papers. Ha
laid thorn on the table, and, tap
ping thorn with his dagsr, said
softlri
rraaso stooh eortlfiehted, WIdder
Monroe, wore leaned for a oomp’ny
my son aa* Ed—Mr. Powell—an'
myself hare started to owing 00»
tain oil walls Mr. Powell has his
ays on. It's a secret yet, an' wo
wanted to 1st yon hi q© It afore wo *
mads It public. I totlynh, WIdder,
when these here oil wells begins
pumpin’ np that black gled ter ynh
ye’re on Easy street, an* no mis
take!**
Mrs. Monroe toot np one of tho
certificates curiously and road i t
It was engraved ornately, and a
large picture of a derrick and a
wan decorated one corner. It road:
OQ Certificate
FORTUNE OIL CO.
Incorporated
CAPITAL 8T0CK $600,000.00
Par Value $1.00
"Myl" said Mrs. Monroe, “that
mast bo an awfully good well!"
fed Powell, ruffling his black
board. cut In. “Missus Monroe,
he said Impressively, “that there
wall's goto’ to he the biggest gnsb-
thia state vf ‘ Oalifori
ever
eeqnl"
Mrs. Monroe glanced Interested
ly at the certificate. "How do I
know that It is?"
Old Luke looked pained. "Why,
WIdder, what a thing ta any! Ain’t
I guarantoein* ItT T Ain't Mr. Powell
• reliable cltlseaT Ain’t my son In
It—my ooh,” he said, leaning for
ward. "who hankers after that par-
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"TM4 teen's goto* to >e the Mjjes« g»»*sr cak/ontg suer s s e » r
ta m any Juna Mearoe—wow get ty little daughter o' youral Tm
busy, r ale bittsarfi, aa' slap the surprised that yuh should think
ole girl's monicker down on that sech a thing t"
paper. Yore Jawin' gl’s me an ear
Mrs. Monroe Said: "I’m sorry If
ache. Pipe down!"
I hurt your feelings, Mr. Buriln-
They rode on In peppery silence kams. But of oourse, I must be
the eld man’s coat-tails flapping careful. What do I have to d o r
grotesquely behind '
Old Luke hopped out of his chair
They entered the gate of the Mon in his excitement
“Now—now
roe ranch, and a head ran up to ye’re talkin’t Jest gimme a Het o*
take their horses. As Soon as they yore own securities—turn every
entered the ranch-grounds their thin’ over ta me, an’ I’M look after
flacea lost thetr sour looks and be yore interest»—an’, WIdder Mon
came bland and friendly. Now roe, ye won’t have nothin’ left ta
Steve Burlingame slapped his fa worry about!” Ed PowaU and
ther energetically on the back for Sieve exchanged glances.
(be benefit of Mrs. Monroe, who
Mrs. Monroe rose to get her se
stood hospitably at the door of the curities
from the wall-safe in the
house, meanwhile muttering so that library,
and instantly old Luke wig
site could not hear, “O’wan—I hope
leaning over and whisperiag gloat
yuh break port daagud neck!'
"See! Didn’t I tell ye Td
They moved up to when
where Mrs ingly:
Rf Leave it to ole Lake!"
Monroe stood and doted thetr hats, work
Powell scowled. "Yuh ain’t got
“Good-day, good-day, WIdder,“
no oall ta er<w yet, Luhe. Collect
cried Lube Burlingame cheerily an*
than yap!*
Shaking her hand. “I dp say tha
Luke waved him off airily. “Wall,
every time I see yore fsee it looks
mighty near tour years younger, an’ ef she don’t fall fer that sales talk
u Chloago an’ take a hath
that’s the truth]’’
“How you do talk, Mr. Burlin In Marshall Field’s window I"
game!** said Mrs. Monroe, langhing. . “Ye’ll walk to the poor-house, ya
“You know that’s not so. But, like feather-brain I” steered his sou.
every woman, I’m not at all eorfy Yore line o’ talk sounded as true
to hear i t Although I’m getting to A a six dollar sanopbone. She
won’t fan I Why didn’t ya let ma
he a pretty old woman by now. handle
It!“
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Won't you gentlemen come In 7“
Old fak e began to sputter: "My
They trooped In after her, smil
ing and winking.
son—my own son, drat him, talkin’
In the living-room, large,
tam e that way! TO^' V ’
and comfortable, they, watted for
her to he seated, whereupon they sever brag about it I" snarled
carefully took seats and looked Steva, up on his feet and towering
pleasant. Powell looked around at over his father, He saatohed Lake’s
the cheerful room with glittering fountain
pen from the tabla where
eyes. Steve Burlingame looked the old n u . had a l r i d T S t ft &
gloomily out of the window,
«W poiated at it
“What can 1 do for you!” asked tody.
Look at that pea, leakin'
Mrs. Monroe.
an over. Yore sloppy enough to ha
"Wen, now, WIdder Monroe,1 an artist—ef ye had tha brains!"
said Luke Burlingame, cleariag hie
His father sputtered with rags,
throat Importantly, "we’ve come— «hoktog. "Don’t rile me, ye smart
on buslnese."
I’ll forgit I'm y e » father
'Yaat” Mrs. Monroe was non
committal.
Steva Burlingame wan livid with
An’ mighty Important business, ,
P°wsll eat calmly
too. Now. you're a gosh-awful little looking on, «hewing tobacco, he
woman to ha runnln* sech a big raised his arm threateningly. The
old Lake old man’s ayes popped with fear.
ranch, ain't ynhf” And
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tried to appear J<
Then, jnst as if ft seemed the
"Wall, I have mv daughter, June,
rssrty to
~ hie father, the head descended en-
and there’s ■ Buddy, all ready
grow up," answered M m . Monroe,
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emltlng.
Stave, his face
Yes, yes, 1 know." saM old Luke y wreathed
to th s d in
to a grta, turasd to «ace
hastily. “But we was thlnkin’ that Mrs. Monroe, who had Jnst entered
there’s no tollin' what kin happen . . . JJO. . . d
. u , d t o , „ M l,.
to a great big ranch like yourn with
po man ta aorta taka cars O' tklngs
-I w o Jmt «oldtala* dd ddd."
far yuh. Ain’t that sol"
Mrs. Monroe sighed. “Yes," she
said, “sometimes I do miss a man’s »possibility o’ rnnnln* yore estate,
hand In running my afialra. Bat," bat I gotta give Mm credit He
brightening np, "June Is each a sure is a hplpful citizen—specially
splendid advisor."
when ladies are concerned!" Orin-
“That’s no," agreed old Luke. ntag, he again sat down, that
“But Mow'd ynh like to secure ysr glared halefnlly at his father «■--«—
future fereverI Invest in a certain cover of his arm.
rock-bound security that’ll bring
Mrs. Monroe blushed and handed
ynh a ’steady income po that ya'U old Luke a list of sscuriUsn“ ^
never have to worry about yeriaf- looked the list over carefully, »H ot
falrsf“
said softly: "Now all ye gotta do
“R Sounds uics, Mr. Burlingame. Is sign yore name on tha lino p . .
I've been thinking about it since here
. . and ye don't have to
yea were here la st What are these worry no more."
securities!“
(Te he continued)