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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (May 4, 1916)
T w o Sisters By ETHEL HOLMES Margaret und Belle Whitcomb were sifters, and when they reached a mar riageable age the m utter of a career was discussed between them. “1 believe." said Margaret. “In the entire equality of woman with man.“ “1 believe." said Belle, “that a wo man who marries should be her hus band's partner in every respect." “1 am going Into business." said Margaret, “and shall show the world that a woman tan run a big business as well as a man." “If you can secure the management of a business.” her sister supplied. Margaret was twenty years old when she secured a position as typewriter and stenographer, a sort of secretary to a friend of her father's who man aged a large manufacturing business. She thus started with every advantage Johnny Hartwell, an office boy. fifteen years old. started In at the same time as she. One day he said to her: "Miss Whitcomb. I'd like to make a deal with you. Teach me stenography, anti whenever you have to be absent for a time I'll do your work for you." Margaret agreed. She taught Johuny s enography, and he remained at the office after business hours, practicing typewriting on her machine. I*e kept his word, and when site was unable to t o her work be did it for her. As for tinny, he was never absent from business. What he did for Margaret he did for any one else in the office; he i < ipod them ail and learned something ol' the duties of each. When Johnny was nineteen years old s. me one was needed to go somewhere to straighten out something. Margaret would have liked to go. but she was not very well ut the time Johnny was tough as a nut and was sent. He bad learned so much about the business that he found it very easy to undo the snarl. He succeeded so well that he v. ns thereafter used to go about un doing suarls and accomplishing ob jects. Pretty scon It was generally un derstood that when the bead of the concern stepped out Johnny would step Into his place. Meanwhile Margaret was gaining uorhing la a business way. Unfortu nately for her success, a certain man wanted her to marry him. Whenever site was discouraged in carrying out In r agreement with herself she felt like yielding and marrying her suitor. Johuny married, and when a little girl cttme to him he remarked: "Ry crackey, now I’ve got to hump It. sure enough, to put stuffing into the kid!" And he worked twice ns hard as ever before. Margaret within eight years occupied four different positions. But. not being any nearer a business manager than l>efore, she retired. Going into John ny's office one day, she said to him: "Johnny, years ago you and I started in this business. I having every ad vantage of you. Now you are at the bead of it and I'in out of the race. Is it because I am a woman and you men won’t give us a chance?" "In this particular case,” was the re ply. “it is because when I came In h^re 1 at ouce tHM-ame absorbed In my work. When I wasn't at work I was miser able. I was four years younger than you and had four years’ advantage. I never had to be away from business. I was so eager for work that I did some of your work and some of every one else In the business. In this way I learned it. When some one was need ed for a purpose i was the i>e*t equip ped for it. Perhaps you thought if you failed you could marry. I felt that if 1 failed 1 couldn't marry. Wlieu I did marry 1 realized that the resiwnsibillty of a family was on me: if I didn’t sue coed the wife and the kid would starve If you could have been absorbed as 1 was and stood the racket of training as I did perhaps you might have got where I am today. But you eouldu’tb e absorbed, and you couldn’t stand the physical requirements." “Thank you very much,” said Mar garet. and she went away to procure her trousseau. When her first child came she remarked: “I should have been at this busi ness instead of the other eight years ago." Meanwhile her sister Belle had mar ried n successful business mail. There was friction at first because she thought her husband did not tell her enough about his affairs, but several children engaged her attention, so that when he talked to her about his busi ness she was glad when be bad fin isheu But one day he brought u mail home to dinner, with whom he told his wife that he was intending to enter Into a large business deal. “If you do." said bis wife, "you'll be swindled." "W hat makes you think that?" ask ed her husband, surprised. “There’s somthing about his nose 1 don't like." The husband laughed. Six mouths passed. One day her hus baud said to his wife: "Do you remember, dear, a man I brought home to dinner, whose nose was not to your taste, and on th at ac count you pronounced him a rascal?” ”1 do.” “Well, your remark was the feather that turned the scale. 1 did not make the deal. He lias swindled every one who trusted him and decamped.” “That was to be expected." “On account of his nose. I suppose.” “Johnny lias cut another tooth." was the Irrelevant reply A Rip Van Winkle Story By OSCAR COX Mr. Itip Van Winkle Stoue weut to sleep lu the province of Marue. France, rfter a tramp, in the middle of July, ISfio. and slept the twenty years his great-great-great-grandfather hud slept in the Cat8kill mountains, in America. Like his progenitor, he was on a height and could look down on a broad ex panse of country. It was the same season as that in which be bad com menced Ills slumber, so he didn't realize that he had slept a couple of decades. “W hat a peuceful scene!" he re marked. "It makes me feel like taking another nnp." Hearing a buzzing sound above, he looked up. "My good gracious!” he exclaimed. "Have whales from the sea got into the ulr?" A Zeppelin was swimming along laz ily. Mr. Stone watched It till it passed out of sight, woudering w hat it could be. Beueath him, running from north east to southeast, was un ill defined zigzag line. He didn't remember hav ing seen It when he went to sleep. While he was wondering how it came there he saw a flock of birds rising from the other side of a bill aud como toward him. As they approached they grew larger and larger, aud when they I ussed over his head he saw men on them. "Great Scott!” he exclaimed. "W hat's the m atter with me? First, the world seems turned upside down and whales swim where the birds should be. Next, men ride by on the backs of birds.” A party of men in uniform rode up in an auto to a point near where be was gaping, and one of them brought The Evening Telegram, daily, ar.d the Cloverdale Courier, both papers one year for 83.50. “It Don’t Hurt a Fact to Hammer it.” The fact we wish to hammer is that Alex McNair & Co.’s store gives more quality, service ami satisfaction than any other store in Tillamook county. Our Phenominal Success Demonstates that Fact. Remember Alex McNair & Co. for Builders’ Hardware, Eave Troughing. Farm Tools, i^helf Goods, Cutlery, and every thing kept in a fully stocked hardware store. | Alex McNair & Go., Tiiiamook, 0™. binoculars to bear on the country be low. They were a Germau general and his staff. Stone si»oke French pretty well and hailed them. "Hello, you fellows! W hat are you doing cavorting lu uniform in theso peaceful tim es?” The men looked at him curiously, and one of them asked him In German who he was and what he was doing there. He said ho was an American on a tram p; then, rising, he was be ginning to descend the declivity when one of the officers asked him where ho was going. “To Paris," was the answer. “I hope you’ll succeed In doing so.” was tho reply. “We've been trying to get there for a year and haveu’t ac complished the feat y et" The American started down the de clivity. “See here, my man, do you want to walk straight to your death?” “now can I walk to my death going down Into that quiet country?" "W hat’s the m atter with you? Don't you see that zigzag line down there?" "Yes, and I can't make out what it moans.” “It moans 2.000.000 or 3,000,000 of men. arm ed with all the Implements of modern warfnre.” "W hat are they doing there?" “They’re at war." “You don’t mean to tell me that there’s war going on down In those peaceful meadows and slopes?" At th at moment came the roar of a hundred guns from a segment of the line not a mile long. “W hat's that?" asked Stone. “Cannon, you fool." Stoue didn’t hear. A light breezo was setting westward. A brown cloud arose and drifted with 1L “W hat’s that?" “Asphyxiating gas.” "W hat’s It for?” "There are millions of French sol diers down there. That gas Is Intended to poison them so they can’t fight. Wait a minute and you'll see a charge." By tills time there was so much uolso that It was useless to nsk any tuoro questions, and the Yankee simply gnp- ed He heard the charge and saw some of It. but the foes were so near together that It seemed to him like a gigantic football game wherein tho two teams were deadlocked, and when ever they moved they left heaps of men lying still Gradually the din died down, and the Yankee found It possible to make himself heard again. “See here!" he said. "Did those sol diers get vomited out of the bowels of the earth?" "They came out of the trenches." “Trenches! What are they?" “Don’t you know anything about war?" “Yes. my father was In the great war between the states In America. I’ve heard a lot about war from him. But that was a war of men. not of rabbits. He was in the battle of Get tysburg, the biggest of the war. There were a couple of hundred thousand men engaged. The line must have been several miles long.” "Oh. give us n rest about your Amer ican battles! There are three or four millions of men in that line and It is 200 miles long.’’ “Whew!” A flock of aeroplanes was seen In the distance. The general and his staff manifested some trepidation ami descended the hill rearw ard to seek cover. “I’m going home to America, where everything Is as |teaceful as a ctn «•- tery,” said Stone to himself. But when he had reached Pnrls by a roundabout way and bought a news- pujer the first thing that arrested Ills attention was a scare head: T H E WHOLE YANKEE NATION 018- CU8SINO PREPAREDNESS FOR WAR.