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About The Monmouth herald. (Monmouth, Or.) 1908-1969 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 8, 1918)
D C30D C 3C liaoDlfoliaoPitc 30C 30C Our Early-Winter Announcement! The opening of the winter Season finds us grateful for the largest volume of business we have ever enjoyed. Not only are we grateful from a purely business standpoint but there is to us a very deep feeling of satisfaction in knowing that the public has thus given our busi ness methods the stamp of their appreciation and approval. The New Season Finds Us With a Very Complete Stock of Worthy Goods Although much has been said about the shortage of goods, the t)ew season finds us with a flock larger than we have ever carried before a flock of quality and merit which we will have no hesitancy in recommending-a flock bought to advantage by reason of early buying and quantity buying, Also, it is only fare to mention that our close connection with the manufacturing business has still further aided us in buy ing to advantage. " Our Advantageous Buying Enables Us To Sell To Your Advantage Bear in mind -our flock embraces practically everything in wearing apparel for men, young men and beys. Every article an article of merit backed by our guarantee Bishop Ail-Wool Hart, Schaffner & Wool Underwear Suits and Overcoats $20 to $40 Marx Suits and Overcoats $25 to Less Than Present Wholesale SPLENDID VALUES $50. You Know Their Worth Prices All Grades Good Values Overalls Sweaters and Jersey s Woolen Overshirts Blue 220 Dennim, The Standard Excellent Quality All Worsted U. S. Khaki Flannel Splendid Everywhere, Now Wholesaling Stock. WoolenHosiery, Same Old Quality $4.00. Loggers' Shirts at $2.50. Our Price $2.25 Qualities, Complete Assortment 7.50 and 8.50 Our Shoe Department Will Supply All Your Needs in Work or Dress Shoes SALEM WOOLEN MILLS STORE Men's Store SALEM OREGON Boys' Store Life Story of a Polk Co, Pioneer Thomas J. Hayter, a resident of Polk county for 68 years, died at his home on Birch street at 4 :40 Wednesday afternoon October 30th. Thomas Jefferson Hayter was an ex-member of the Oregon legisla ture and a former extensive farmer of Polk county. .He was born in Howard county, Missouri, February 8, 1830, and came of English fore fathers long identified with the south. His father, James H. Hay ter, was a native of Virginia and moved to Missouri about 1816. At Old Franklin in that state he estab lished a sawmill and flouring mill in the wilderness and lived there until 1856, when both he and his wife died during a cholera epidem ic. Of their ten children, Thomas J. was the last survivor. The sev enth child in his father's family, Thomas J. Hayter, spent an une ventful youth at the home in Old Franklin, the first interesting per iod in his life being the prepara tion to cross the plains. About 19 years old, he was just the age to appreciate all the proposed change meant, and he entered with zest into equipping for the departure, which took place April 15, 1849. Byway of the old California trail, past Fort Hall, Humboldt and Truckee, the train made its way, and upon arriving at Sacramento he found employment as a teamster until going to the mines in August of that year. In the fall of 1850, Mr. Hayter came to Oregon on the schooner Creole, twenty-three days being co.isumed on the trip between San Francisco and the mouth of the Columbia river. He came immedi ately to Polk county and took up a claim. This he disposed of in 1852, and the following year return ed to Missouri, by way of Panama. In the spring of 1854 Mr. Hayter again crossed the plains with ox teams, taking the old route'of Raft river, and from there branching off onto the Oregon trail. On this trip he took more time, in order to get safely through with a herd of cat tle. He arrived at the first house in Oregon in September and soon after was located on a claim three miles west of Dallas, where he en gaged in stock raising. In the fall of 1855 he volunteered in Company G First Oregon regiment of caval ry, Colonel James W. Nesmith com manding, and served in the Yakima Indian War. He then returned to his Polk county stock ranch, and after selling it in 1856, located on a 260-acre farm three miles east of Dallas, ,where he lived until 1884 Since then he had lived a retired life at his home in this city. Mr. Hayter was a life-long Dem ocrat. Although taking an active interest in politics, he cared little for office holding personally, al though in 1876 he served his coufr ty as a representative in the Ore gon legislature. His chief interest outside his home was in school affairs, and he always took an en ergetic part in educational work. In May, 1856, in this county Mr. Hayter married Miss Mary I. Em bree, a daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs Carey Embree, and also a native of Howard county, Missouri. To this union five sons and one daughter were born. Suvrviving with the aged widow are four sons Eugene Hayter, Dr. Mark Hay ter, J. C. Hayter and Oscar Hay ter.all of this city. The daughter, Ellen, and a son, Frank, died in their early childhood. Itemizer. Saved in the Eleventh Hour Captain Cameron, describing how the prisoners aboard the "Igotz Mendi", the Spanish ship captured by the raider "Wolf", evaded the prison camp in Germany by a piece of luck, tells of running aground on the Danish Coast, and what fol lowed. Lieutenant Wolf had gone ashore and had phoned from the lighthouse at Skaw Point, where we were ashore, to a salvage company in Skagen, saying that we were a Ger man merchant ship bound from Ber gen, Norway, to Kiel and, that we had run aground in the fog; and that if a tug was sent immediately we could be pulled off easily. The manager of the salvage com pany ordered his largest tug, the Viking, around, but instructed his captain not to put a line on board until the manager had gone down over land and investigated a little Ihe manager of the company on arriving at the lighthouse and talking with the various people there, concluded that perhaps things were not just right with the Igotz Mendi, and that he had better get in touch with the Danish.naval au thorities before doing anything. The manager called up the com mander of the Danish cruiser Diana and stated the case, saying that things didn't appear to be just right. The commander, a Lieuten ant Lagoni, getting in touch with the authorities, phoned the mana ger of the salvage company that he would come right down and investi gate. At about midnight the Diana arrived and Lieutenant Lagoni, be ing a gentleman and also a shrewd, wide-awake officer, took his Chief Officer on board h Igotz Mendi, telling him that he, the comman der, would keep the Captain of the Igotz Mendi busy answering ques tions in the saloon, while the Chief Officer should have a good look around and gather what information he could. As soon as the Danish commander arrived on board we were all pushed and shoved into our rooms, and the doors clsosed. Rose led the way toward the chart room above. Lieutenant Lagioni did not follow. "It is not customary, Captain," said he, "to entertain the comman der of a cruiser in the chart-room. Let us go into the saloon." Thus they came into the saloon before there had been time to hus tie us all out of sight. Rose's face was red with vexation, but the Dan ish officer made no comment. Now began the campaign of the women's signal corps. One of them would call down the hallway in a voice ike she was calling to the light house. "Oh, Mrs. So-and-so, won't you come in my room a minute?" Another shrill voice would come back: "No, I don't dare to. I'm afraid they wouldn't ilke it." "Don't be frightened," the first voice woould call back, "it's a Danish officer and he won't hurt us." And so on back and forth, until Lieutenant Lagoni must have wondered what sort of a party it was. In the meantime the Danish Chief Officer was wandering round the Igotz Mendi taking notice of lal he saw. Strolling through the bunkers be came to the spot where our tempor ary warm place had been made. Here he stopped and looked at something lying on the floor. It was Nita's kewpie doll. There were men standing around through all these quarters. Sud- d enly the officer turned toward one of these and said: "You are not a German." "No. sir." answered the man, "I am a Dane." "Well, what are you doing here?" was the next question. It was Jensen, the man who had told us where we were. He now told the officer everything, how he was from the Wolf and was working here on the Igotz Mendi, and that there, were Americans and British prison ers on board, including some wo men and children. After complet ing his rounds the Danish officer went to deck and told Lieutenant Lagoni that he was ready and cal ling him aside, told him what he
