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About Halsey enterprise. (Halsey, Linn County, Or.) 19??-1924 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 15, 1923)
Below are a few sample sentences from the story of The Brown Mouse his tsuow-workers of the field the tender Uttle love-story was the .ole ro- retked <rh|hl* J*ca1“ "Humph!" he fek n T ’ " fron> I d « o f h i. contempt for the dee of hla marrying. It relegated him f “ **lle M category with other de- * Dd bad* e<1 hlm with the cell- bacy of a sort of Twentieth-century 5 ° D™ Jriih0Ut h° nor ot th# Pr‘est- J i j C? aOn" ^ rom another girl it Jetm?.h u-6 bT D bS<1 enou* h- b“ t from r iT W<x>druff~ <nd especially 0D that quiet summer night under the linden—it was insupportable. “Good night.- said Jlm -gim ply be cause he could not trust himself to Every teacher, every pupil, every pat ent of a pupil in the rural schools, ought to read thia atory. Subacribera will find it in the Euterpaise soon. Those whj not subscribers, inatead of paying «2 for the book, can get tbe complete atory in he Enterpriae by paying only 50 ecu's for a four-months' subscription, and the publiaher agreca to discontinue the paper at the end ol me four months naless the subscriber sends in a renewal. aaj more. 'Tt seems as If it ought to be pos sible," said Jim. "for a man to do work on the farm, or In the rural schools, that would make him a liveli hood. I f he Is only a field-hand, 1» ought to be possible for him to save money and buy a farm.” "Pa's land Is worth two hundred dollars an acre," said Jennie. "Six months of your wages for an a c re - even I f you lived on nothing.” “No,” he assented. “11 can’t be done, and the other thing can't, either. There ought to be such conditions that a teacher could make a living." "They do.” said Jennie. "If they can live at home during vacations. I do." "But a man teaching In the country ought to be able to marry." “Marry 1" said Jennie, rather unfeel ingly, I think. "You marry!" Then after remaining silent for nearly a NOV. 15, 1923 "I voted fhr him," replied Bronson, "because he fought for my boy thia afternoon. I didn't want It stuck Into him too hard. I wanted him to hate one vote.” , ty • jfe MOUSE r b e r t ~Quiclc fhs grading gang laughed. Newton »Tinned even while In the fell clutch Of circumstance. Ponto tried to smell the chauffeur's trousers, and what had been a laugh became a roar. Cau- K«t and mercy departed from the Chauffeur's mood; he drew back his ust to strike the boy—and found It caught by the hard hand of Jim Irwin. "You’re too angry to punish this boy," said Jim gently, "even If you had the right to punish him at a ll!" The chauffeur, however, unhesitat ingly released Newton, and furiously delivered a blow meant for Jim's Juw, which miscarried by a foot. In reply' Jim countered with an awkward IT * ^ H E N Herbert Quick writes a story it is the time for every- L t / one to sit up and take notice; fo r he is one o f the most ver Jim “You Marry I Humph!" minute, she uttered the syllable—with out the utterance of which this narra tive would not have been written. “You marry 1 Humph 1" Jim Irwin rose from the bench tingling with the Insult he found In her tone. They had been boy-and girl sweethearts In the old days at tbe Woodruff schoolhouse down the road, and before the fateful time when Jennie went "off to school" and Jim began to support his mother. They had even kissed—and on Jim’s side, lonely as was his life, cut off as It necessarily was from all companion ship save that of tils tlnv home and g g r l R E Y O U a brown Have you a touch of that lun- «■■i acy called genius, which gives you extra ordinary ideas and makes you do things better or at least different from the average run of people? I f so, you are a Mendel- ian segregation of genetic factors (not meaning to call names) which scien tists say produces the brown mouse and other odd things in the animal creation. Read p 1 1 mouse? The Brown Mouse By HERBERT QUICK Here ia one of the most original stories in the world; a novel as enter taining as it ia instruc tive; a regular thought- awakener containing ac tion, rom ance, hum or, real ch aracter atudles and a love interest. It la not about mice but about people, th e ir problems, ambitions, emotions and affections. The au th or l i m p l y h ad a h a p p y thought when he took a b ro w n mouse and ap plied its charactertatics to a human. Follow the Story Serially in i per. beginning Nov. 15 Countered With an Upper Cut. Awkward | satile and entertaining geniuses in this country. Farmer, school master lawyer. editor public servant, social worker and novelist he has had a great round o f experiences and has worked many o f them mto his stones. Born m Grundy county. Iowa, he has been mayor o f ' upT e ludSe. editor o f Farm and Ftrestde. member o f the Federal Farm Loan bureau and several other national ¡he RcdC^mT W swinging uppercut. It lnnded fairly on the point of the Jaw. The chauffeur staggered and slowly toppled over Into I the soft earth which had caused so ] much of the rumpus. “Oh. cut It out," said a fat man In I the rear of the cm, who had hither- | to manifested small Interest In any thing save Ponto. “Get In. and let's he on our way 1” Colonel Woodruff, waiving toward I him in his runabout, held up by the traffic blockade, asked what tvas going on here, and the chauffeur, rising grnggliy, climbed Into the car; und the | meeting dissolved. “Good work. Jim,” said Cornelius j Bonner. ‘1 didn't think 'twas In ye!" “It ’s beastly,” said Jitn, reddening. “I didn’t know, either." h“ ‘ " " rf M th e S c c S * Br0Wn M ^ !Se" M '- '. Q * * ^ s taken hi, inspiration from h k ,C'ek Crotsed JLapanese waltzing mice w ith the ,h ‘ T ng ° 'her hybrid‘ 8° ‘ a brown individual J h dlfferent from ‘ nything else in the world. Unlike its domes- ■W*>'' * * in*Wtd- •Cr" d“ d *nd f a t h ^ ^ v i t her° to a n X r ? 'he Ule; a brOWn mouse His Peddl‘"2 ' f t m0USe' n£ i800d except ,o 'umP from one spot h tt had i Hls mo,her was * w hi,e mous* ' ha^ IT g had all her color washed out in one w ay or anoiher Like the Jim'h^d"1^ ’ ’ refuSe< ? * Ct accord'"8 ’O »he rules o f heredity pletefv woke‘ u i flh,,| OWnf nd d'd many ,u rPrisinS things. He com pletely woke up a sleepy farming community and showed tt w hat a touch of genius can do. T h is C h a rm in g T a le W i ll R un as a S e ria l in the Enterprise, beginning Nov. 15 The deadlocked member« of the board had been so long at loggerheads 'hat their relation« had swayod back to aomethlcg like amity. Jim bad scarcely entered when Con Bonner ad dressed the chair. "Mr. Prisldent," «aid he, "we have wld u i t'nlght, a young man who nades no Introduction to an audience In this place, Mr. Jim Irwin. He think« we're bullheaded mule«, and that all the «chool« are bad. At the proper time 1 «hall move that we hire him f r teach er; and plndlng that motion, I move that lie be given the floor. Ye've all beared of Mr. Irwin'« ability a« a white hope, and I know he'll be 11»- I tened to wid res p< ct i ” "We have had the privilege of 11s- t'nln'," said Con Bonner, rising, "to a great speech, Mr. Prlsldlnt. Makln' a good spache Is one thing, and teach ing a good school Is another, but in or der to bring thia matter before the board, I nominate Mr. James E. Irwin, the Boy Orator of the Woodruff dis trict, end the new white hope, f r the Job of teacher of this school, end I move that when he «hall have received a majority of the vote« of thl» board, the secretary and prlsldlnt be lu- sthructed to enter Into a contract with him f r the cornin' year." The president followed usage when he said: “I f there's no objection. It will be so ordered. Prepare the bal lot» for a vote on the election of teach er. Mr. Secretary." There was no surprise In view of the nomination of Jim Irwin by the blarneying Bonner when the Secretary smoothed out the first ballot, and read; "James E. Irwin, one." But when the next «Up came forth, "James E. I'w in, two,” the board of directors of the Woodruff Independent district were stunned at the slowly dawning knowledge that they had made an election! Before they bad rallied, the secretary drew from the box tbe third and last ballot. A d read, "James E Irwin, three " * * * * * * * "Move we adjourn," said Peterson. “Xo "bjectlon 'tls so ordered 1" said Mr. Bronson. Tbs secretary «nd Jim went out. whlla tbe director* waited. "What the Billy—" begin Bonner, and finished lamely! “What for did yon vote for ths dob, E i r i G ob tinned is column 5) HALSEY KNrKKEM iSK If you are interested in cow testing and want to interest your neighbor in it, got him to read “ The Brown Mouse," "An' I wanted him to have wan vote, too," said Bonner. “I thought meellf the only dang fool on the board—an' be made a spache that aimed wan vote—but f r the love of hlvln, the» f*r a teacher I Whet come over you. Haakon— you voted f r him, too I" “Ay vanted him to have one wotet too.” t * Peterson. * * * __ * * * * "Jennie," said Colonel Woodruff, after the party had broken up, “I'm losing the best hand I ever had, and Pve been sorry." “I'm glad he's leaving you," said Jennie. “He ought to do something ex cept work tn the fletd for wages " "1 ve had no idea he could make good as a teacher—and what Is there In It If he does?" “ What has he lost If he doesn't f rejoined Jennie. "And why can't he make good?” "The school board’s against him, for one thing.” replied the colonel. "The.v'11 tire him If they get a chance. They're the laughing-stock of the country for hiring him by mistake, and they’re Ir ritated. But after seeing him perform tonight, I wonder If he can't make good." “I f he could feel like anything but an underling, be'd succeed." said Jen nle. "That's hls heredity," stated the colonel, whose live stock operations wore based on heredity. "Jim’s a scrub, I suppose; but he acts as If he might turn out to be a Brown Mouse." "W hat do you mean, pa," scoffed Jennie— "a Brown Mouse!” “A fellow in Edinburgh,” said the colonel, “crossed the Japanese waltz ing mouse with the common white mouse. Jim's peddling father was a waltzing mouse, no good except to Jump from one spot to another for no good reason. Jim's mother Is an al bino of a woman, with all the color washed out In one way or another. Jim ought to be a mongrel, and I've always considered him one. But the Edinburgh fellow every once in a while got out of hls variously-colored, waltzing and albino hybrids, a brown mouse. It wasn t a common house mouse, either, but a wild mouse unlike any he had ever seen. It ran away, and bit and gnawed and raised hob. It was what we breeders call a M end* Han segregation of genetic factors that had been In the waltzers and albinos all the time—their original wild an eestor of the woods and fields If Jim turns out to be a brown mouse, he may be a bigger roan than any of us. Anyhow, I'm for him." * * * * * * * * "What we came for, Mr. Irwin, Is to object to the way the teachln's being done—corn and wheat, and hogs and the like. Instead of the learnln' schools was made to teudheU < an see sq' the whole district can (ff^ tla t It's easier for a man that's been a farm hand to teach farm-hand knowledge, than the learnln* schools was set up to teach; but If so be he hasn't tbe book education to do the right thing, we think he should get out and give a real teacher a chance.” “Whet am I neglecting?" asked Jim mildly. Mrs. Bonner seemed unprepared for the question, and sat for an Instant Every school pupil who belongs to an agricultural or industrial club ought to read Herbert Quick's story. Every parent who wants his children to grow up with respect for the dignity of the farmer’s calling, and with an ambition to moke it a success, will enjoy the story. a<id I will send the Enterprise four months, contain ing the complete story of “The Brown Mouse," be sides its ordinary quota of local and state news, editorials and, far from the least, advertisements that will tel, you how to save money ami properly satisfy many needs. I will send it to you or to any address yeu may name, and will discontinue it at the end ol the four months unless the subscription is renewed. This story is copyrighted by the Bobbs-Merrill company. J have obtained the ritrht to publish it in Ha’.sey, for I believe if will benefit our schools. Wm. H. WHEELER Publisher Enterprise, Halsey. Oregon teacher I" “Well, then.” said Newton, "don’t tell the teacher that pa knew which cows were good and which were poor. I f any one In this district wants tn know about their cows they’ll have to come to this shop. And I can tell you that It'll pay ’em to come, too. If they’re going to make anything selling cream. W alt until we get out our re ports on the herds, ma I" The women were rather stampeded by this onslaught ot the Irregular troops—especially Mrs. Bronson. She felt a flutter of pride In her eon, but It was strongly mingled with a moth erly desire to spank him. The depu tation rose, with a unanimous feeling that they had been scored upon. “C o w e r scoffed Mrs. Peterson. “I f we leove you In this yob, Mr. Irwin, our children will know nothing hut cows and hens and soils and grains— and where will the culture come la?" "CultureI” exclaimed Jim. " W h y - why, after ten years of tha sort ef school I would give yon If 1 were a — 3ut you should retd the whole »lory, wnich will soon appear at a serial la the Enterprise. The Brown Mouse D id you ever hear of a mouse that did any good? Neither have w e; but it ap pears that there is a brown one which has a great fac ulty for stirring up things in mouse so ciety; and "Any job’s as bigas the man who holds it down,’’ said Farmer Woodruff. Are you big enough to make your job grow ? The brown mouse was. • 5Oc raise nothing hut a family et farmers I A fine thing!" "They will be farmers anyhow," cried Jim, “In spite of your effort»— ninety out of every hundred of theta I And of the other ten, nine will he wage-earners In the dtiee, and wish te God they were back on the farm ; and the hundredth one will succeed In the city." The guns of Mre. Bonner and Mrs. Peterson were silenced for a moment, and Mre. Bronson, after gazing about at the typewriter, the hecktogra/h. the exhibits of weed seeds, tbe Bab cock milk tester, and the other no- scholastlc equipment, pointed to the list of words, and the arithmetic problems oa tbe board. T n you get them words from tbe speller?" she asked. “No." said he, "we get them from a lesson on seed wheat." "Did them examples come out of aa arithmetic book?" crose-exainlned she. "No," said Jim. “we used problems we made ourselves. We were figuring profits and losses on your cows. Mrs. Bronson !" "Bara Bronson.” said Mrs. Bronson loftily, “don't need any help In telling what's a good cow. He waa farming before you was born!" “Like fun, he don't need help! He's going to dry old Cherry off aud fat ten her for beef; end be can make more money on the cream by beefing about three more of 'em. The Bab cock test shows they're Juet bearding on us without paying their board I" The delegation of matrons ruffled like a group of startled hens at this Interposition, which was Newtoa Bronson'* effective seizing of the op portunity to Issue a progrwa bulletin In the research work on the Bronson dairy herd, “Newton I” said hls mother, "don’t Interrupt me when I ’m talking te tbe By HERBERT QUICK Every schoolteacher will enjoy it. Send me FAOH 3 when a human is born with some of the charac "We Object to the Way the Teachln’s Being Done.” mute. Mrs. Peterson Interposed her attack while Mrs. Bonner might be re covering her wind. "We people that have bad a hard time," she said In a precis* way which seemed to show that she knew exactly what she wanted, "don't want our children taught «bout nothing but work. We want our children to learn nice tblngs. and go to high school, and after a while to tbe Jtrnlwerslty." “Aren't your children happy tn school, Mrs. Peterson T* "I don't eend them to school to be happy, Yim," replied Mrs. Peterson, calling him by the name most fam il iarly known to all of them; "I send tnem to learn to be nigner people than their father and mother. That’s what America means!" "They'll be higher people—higher than their parent»—higher than thelr< teacher—they’ll be efficient farmers, and efficient farmers’ wives. They'll be happy, because they will know how to use more brains In farming than any lawyer or doctor or merchant can possibly nse In hls business." "It's a floe thing,” said Mrs. Ronner, coming to the aid of her fellow sol diers, “to worh hard for a lifetime, an’ teristics of this little ani mal, he always manages to make a stir in his circles. If you are a farmer you are going to revel in this story, for, along with some very delightful romance, it carries a num ber of ideas that are sure to be valuable in your business. If you are a town penon it carries some ideas that will greatly interest you. and you will be charmed by its love atory. Read about Jim Irw in, the hu man brown mouse, who dared to aspire to the affections of the queen mouse of his district coo N ew Serial Story * Starting in Halsey Enterprise b tru in in f Nov. 15 4