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About Sherman County journal. (Moro, Or.) 1931-current | View Entire Issue (July 21, 1933)
Ç-7T1H IHÌ SHERMAN * * german (County JJmxnxal Published Every Friday at Moro, Oregon, By Managing Editor / * Entered as secón d-c la«« matter at the * osto th ce, at Moro, Oregon, under Act of Congress of March 8, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES—PAYABLE IN ADVANCE. . .......................... 81.60 ..... . 1 00 Six Months FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1933. A BANK Revived interest in the establishment of a bank in Sherman county is dhe manifestation of increasing cheerfplness and hope for the future. Business men who have gotten along without local banking connections for a year or more have determined to do all within their power to bring to the county or have started within the county another bank and the fact that they are working on the plan is in itself a sign that a better spirit is permeating the county. That business men in every community of the county are working cooperatively instead of in opposition to each other is a further hopeful indication and it strengthens the possibility of having a bank established for it is reasonable to suppose tnat an outside banking house would come to a county much quicker if they were assured of united support. Sherman county is undoubtedly one of the logical places in the state for a bank. During the past ten years the county has often had a total income of above $4,000,000 and in one or two years the total income of the county has been $6,000,000. While this sum is total income and would not be deposited for any length of time in a bank it would nearly all pass through a bank at some time of the year Our average production of wheat for the last ten years has been 2,440,000 bushels, which, at the parity figure of approximately 95 cents set by the government would make over $2,300,000 for the next two years. Divided among the county’s 3,000 persons this gives a per capita income of over $750 or approximately $3800 for a family of five Surely, annual in-’ comes of this size need banking facilities and it will not be long before some forward looking banking institution decides to come to the county. . This is the wheat income. Other means of revenue have been - increased greatly within the past few years until they are of con. siderable consequence, not only for their own sake, but because they show possibilities of diversification and a consequent stabil ization of incomes. New national legislation makes it seem probable that brand banking will be the order for a period, at least, and it is very likeiy that instead of a local banking house the county will be served bj a branch of some large financial institution. With the turn of the time« it is time for a stable bank in this county. Let it not be delayed. Mr*. James Dennis and Mr and • Mr. an<Fli|r«i. W Barnett of The , Mra Fred Krusow were in Portland Dalle» spent Thursday and Friday visiting with relatives at Kent. last week doing a little trading. Albert Plutrnke, Arnold Dellinger, The two Fortner girls, Helen and Thelma are visiting their Grandma who are working at the C. C. C. spent the weekend at their respec Lucas at Heppner this week. tive homes in Kent- J. W- Shepard was in Walla Walla LurlinO Smith spent Friday and last week to attend a convention of Saturday at the home of her undb co-operative managers. W. O. Smith. P. N. Lemon, former butcher, The Home Economics Club of Kent farmer and merchant of this city, grange held a meeting last Tuesday. arrived here Tuesday aftemoonfrom The day was spent in quilting. his home at Albany. His son, Owen., a recent graduate from O. S. C- came Mr. and Mrs. L- D. Davis and chil up with him to work during the sum- dren, Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Clark, Lill meri ian Schassen. Mrs. Ida Davis and W. S. Schilling and Arch Fortner daughter Pauline. Mr- and Mrs- J- C. drove to Heppner Sunday to bring Wilson, Mfr. and Mrs. Winnie Helyer and daughter Riyx, Elinor Helyer, home a couple of horses for the Schilling ranch. One is a valuable Mr. and Mrs L. V. Walton, Mr. and Mrs- W. C. Guyton, Mr and Mrs- saddle horse- G..L. Walton, Mr. and Mrs C. F. Fresh Vegetables at Low Prices. Guyton, Bill Helyer, Mrs. Wm Earl Olds. Young, Wgi- Mitchell and family. AmieT Qarthafner was here ihi» Mr. and Mrs Geo. McKay and daugh week looking for a job, he having ter Edna, Pheobe Lyons, Jay McKay, lost his position with the railroad Geo. Howell and son Dale. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Byers, Dick Abel, Ar company. thur Juste^en, Mr. and Mrs J. L- Mrs. Wren Hogue was taken to the Matthes. Mr- and Mrs. R P- Barnett hospital Wednesday to undergo an and Mrs. * George Barnett were operation. 1 among those who attended thefun Bob Poley is home from work in of Miih Hilda Schassen in The the McKinzie foreat with a case of £>a.lleh lumbago and the Poley home resem Charles Uarhammer who has been bles a hoaoital with both of the chil- i in The Dalles hospital recovering dren in bed. from injuiles received in an au*- R. C. Atwood and wife were here • accident rejpurned to Kent Friday Tuesday afternoon interesting reei- evening. * dents in a bank in the county. Della Helyer, Alta Norton anc’ Marion Dugger is here for har- Mra. Leroy Daniels were busines vest- | visitors in The Dalles Wedneda Joe Gregg took a daughter to the They were accompanied home by Mi"? Dalles this week for treatment as a Winifred Vogel who »pent the rc piece of metal in one of her eyes had mainder of the week at the home o Mr. and Mre J. R. Dellinger. caused an infection ' --------- o---------- WE CHANGE COMPANY Now that wheat has climbed to reasonable levels again the salesmen are out in force. From v now on, «through harvest anc until bad weather puts a quietus on pleasant travel, the county will contin jally be host to gentlemen with persuasive voices anc delightful manners who will have something to sell We do not rise to criticize. It will be most agreeable to us to be told with positive assurance that we can buy something, that we are on the road to riches and that we owe it to ourselves to enjoy life while we may It has been a long time since we have been told any such a thing. For three years now our contact with strangers has beer, of a generally distasteful nature. They wanted a mortage on the new colt, the old combine or they were certain that the old mort- gage must be paid this very day or the fury of a resentful creditoi would fall upon our heads There may be some of these gentle men, but their threats will be less dire and less <dreadful, because they will not wish to endanger future business, for it begins to lool as if there may be future business again. No, as someone to meet, we prefer the smiling salesman t< the dour and threatening collector He is much better company He talks m more pleasing tones. He increases our ego instead o causing that touchy part of our being to shrivel into nothingness And all this because wheat is up. because the wheat farmer, for . time at least, is able to see daylight ahead. It is a most enjoyabh vista and the company is so much easier to get along with. --------- O-T^------ Whether or not Mr Close was kidnapped he told a most in’ teresting and attractive story. Now we believe the old saw that the pen is mightier than the sword. r ÖREGUN, FRIDAY, JULY 11, im PAGE A Dunlap, W. G. Helyer, W O. Smith, W. C. Helyer, Dick Abel. Wayne J(^Culloch, Mr- and Mrs L. V- Walton and Jesse and Bill Helyer. Grass Valley SHERMAN COUNTY OBSERVER, Established Nov. 2, 1888 GRASS VALLEY JOURNAL, Established Oct. 14, 1897 CONSOLIDATED, MARCH 6, 1981 WASCO NEWS-ENTERPRISE, Established 1891 CONSOLIDATED MARCH 4, 1982. GILES L. FRENCH MURU, 3 ÆZBK Tl U ìf 'ili *1 if Cüüliît JOtKNAL, ---------- o Weare afraid that Mr. Post is not making a very complete study of the countries he visits A week is a short time to tour " the world and get much out of it, ---------- O---------- A few years ago we Wouldn’t bet, couldd’t drink; now we can do both of them and haven’t the money to do either. ----------o---------- Sister Aimee made the headlines again, but it is getting harder all the'time. ---------- O---------- Kidnappers should note that dead victims pay no ramsom. Henry Moers and Mrs- Gra* Vern McGowan was up from Cor vallis last week end to see his son Smith of Portland spent the fir* part qf the week at the home of thei» and heir. sister, Mrs. Max Pluemye- The Conroy sheep are in the moun tains near Clackamas lake and the Patjen band are farther south along Wheat Exhibit At Fair Mt. Washington. Attracts Visite» Frank Pike is driving the Davis tradtor at the Emergency Conser vation Work near Bear Springs. Bud Universal is the appeal of ri’ Moore’s tractor is also on the iob wheat in the field, framed in th- there I magic background of a typical rur? Mrs. R. H. Johnson and parents re country sidel The only demonstrr turned home from Newport Sunday tion of a farmers’ cooperative to b night after a stay of several weeks. seen at the Chicago Ohtury o George Witter was here this week Progress is built around such a vis from Kent looking after the wells ta executed in pictured backgroun and structural foreground, the nev and pumps. type of exhibitor’s art called dio Mr- and Mrs Arthur Smith, now rama. of The Dalles, were Shemjan county Visitors from Saskatchewan hav« visitors last week. paused before this remarkable exe Ted von Borstel and family spent cuted view of grain fields and coun a few days of last week in Portland tryside which constitutes the exhibr where Mr- Borstel’s parents live. of Farmers National Grain Corpora tion, national grain cooperative, ir Matt Simon attended the annual Scial Science Hall, to exclaim: “Tha convention of Oregon mail carriers in The Dalles last Friday and Sat- looks like our country in harvest time;” farm folk from Oklahoma an urday. Kansas, from Iowa. Minnesota an<’ The Misses Tillie and Tollie Wasse- Illinois promptly declare that th miller and Mrs. Mollie Hillman, an scene portrays their home commun other Wassemiller girl, are visiting here with their parents for a few ity Of too. tens of thousands who pass tni weeks. exhibit of co-operative grain mark eting, the present day farmer, the thinker and Che educator alike gra<l its lesson of economic and social ad vancement; but every man, woma. or child of rural origin or of rural George Wilson made a trip to understanding thrills to the appea Stevenson, Wahington, Friday eve of the picture—ripe grain waving n ning, returning home Sunday eve the breeze- fertile slopes and valley« ning. in the back ground, richly prophetu Mr. and Mrs. John Wilson spent of the bounty of the land and r Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. never failing source of verile citi R. J. Harbin near Grass Valley- They xenship. vtere accompanied home by Nellie Wilson who had spent the week When »Roy Baker and Jake Ger 1 vais went fishing not long ago, dow at that place. Those who attended the meeting of on the Deschutes, Baker bet Gerva the Wheat Growers Association he would get the first fish- After r which was held in Moro Thursday few minutes fishing Baker feU, mt afternoon were: L. W. Amick, Alec a deep hole and Gervais yelled. “Say McLennan, J. E. Norton, Mr. and if you’re going to dive for ’em the Mrs W- C. Guyton, J. C. Wilson, A. bet’s off ” n« | Kent News | They have to EAT Those men who pitch hay and work pvmmerfallow I from dawn to dusk --- Let us provide the foods, Staple Gro- cerief—Fresh Vegetables all reasonably and fairly priced. . H. Zeigler’s ^7 Grass Valley : : ’ Oregon "But tliey aren’t safe!” Ken Hobart protested. "What’s to prevent Rill I Jinule from driving to market tlw sheep still on the range?” “You forget that Rill Dingle 1« my guest. Better go to Los Algodones to morrow. Ken, draw about a thousand dollars from the bank and pay off those sheepmen? They'll stick on the |ob and take good care of those range dieep, when they know they're belmc watched." “And do you Intend keeping Bill “Jaime is Spanish for Janies, read ily corrupted to Jimmy, ami Hlguenes Is Spanish for Higgins. Don Jaime went over to Antrim’s camp to order him and his sheep off the lliguenes range. Antrim, the skunk, figured on murdering the boy without risk to himself. Fortunately a third man was present at that conference just before the killing—a ranger named Kenneth Hobart—son of old BUI Hobart to whom I sold the Rancho Verdugo. Hlguenes borrowed the ranger's rille- unknown to Antrim—and although Antrim shot Hlguenes three times, eventually Hlguenes got out of range. Then he stalked Antrim and killed him. I have had a report on the mat ter from the coroner at Los Algo doncs." “Very Interesting, Mr. I.atbam." “Best news I’ve had in fifty years. Glenn. But what challenges my in terest is this. Antrim is dead. Hlguenes lives and is not seriously injured, yet Antrim’s sheep, with the. tacit consent of Hlguenes, continue to trespass. Meanwhile Hlguenes is do-^ ing all he can to protect Roberta, whom he lias never met—ami all at considerable loss and Inconvenience to himself, because those sheep utv ruining his range. Sheep foul a range, up. and cattle will not graze where a sheep has grazed. Also, a sheep de stroys the range. Eats thegniss down to the roots and then some. Now, why is Higuenes doing this?" ’ “Search me, sir." "He has some ulterior motive, mid Roberta will discover it, of course. Well, I want Roberta to go down there all het up with the mental pic ture she has painted of this romantic Hlguenes. She’ll find a brand of man «lie never met before. All I hope is that he makes love to her with Latin impetuosity, because If be does he’ll be put in his place. Roberta will not be rushed by any man. All the mtn she’ll meet there will be so different she’ll be disillusioned. She’ll begin .to appreciate a man who bathos and shaves dally, who dresses in good taste, who knows something besides cattle and sheep and local politics, who lives In a regular house and moves in cultured society. She’ll see the other side of tho picture—and II will be good for her Immortal sou).” "There may be a great deal In what you say, Mr. Latham, and perhaps your cute financial ¡dans will work out exactly ns you expect, but I'm here to tell you they will not, and for one very potent reason. I’m not so blamed certain that 1 w*anL Roberta.” Crooked Bill stared at the young man In undisguised horror and amaze- ment. "I'm afraid of her," Ihiekijt re an med in his slow, methodical way. "She's too blamed modern and I'm too old-fashioned. I’ll nor change and she can’t. 1 fear we would be mismated and I'll not risk a brief happiness. I can stand to lose Roberta now. but I wouldn't care to have to stand to lose her after I’d won her; It'd break my heart to discover at some future time that she wasn't happy with me.” •'Ma res* nests," Crooked Bill pro- tested. "I tell you I know women. They may hoot for years nt a master ful man, but they'll end up by marry ing him and adoring him until death do them part. However, why cross the bridge until you come to It? Go through with my little plan and then stand by to see how the cat jumps. Remember, we’re out to humble this proud damsel, to make her see life without looking at It through amber glasses. She lias some things to learn and some to unlearn. Nothing like worry and adversity to clear a proud head. I’m telling gou.” “Well, it cannot hurt to try the thing out, Mr. Latham, if there’s any back-fire later, you'll be the one to got scorched for deceiving folks who trust you." * “Spoken like a man," said Crooked Bill. CHAPTER V Half an hour aftex Don Jaime’s coup had resulted in the capture of Bill Dingle and- his men, another dust cloud to the south attracted Don Jaime’s attention. “Ken Hobart and his men return ing,” he explained to Mrs. Ganby pres ently. Ilfs cheerful grin welcomed Ilohart ri he entered. "I didn’t bother sending a messenger with the news that It was a false alarm, Ken. I figured you'd have one man drop out of your party to watch the road to Vallo Verde, while you rode ©n, taking your leisure." "I did exactly that,” Ilohart re plied. “When he galloped after us •nd reported seven mounted men had come out of a canyon to the east and taken the road to Valle Verde at s fast trot, I concluded your suspicions were well grounded and that 1 might risk returning. So Dingle arrived with blood In his rye, eh, Don Jaime?” Don Jaime nodded. "And masked, I have an Idea they planned XP hang me from one of the trellis beams Well under guard. my li ■e my hospitality on Dingle ami his until after we’ve counted those sheep.' Hobart nodded approval. ”’i way to win a fight is to avoid he agreed. "Well. Caraveo can count the sheep now up to El Paso ret timed Mrs. little uhil arm, aero When he mo! her he velili a eg and a his nw f 11U y ii hero and keep me com »io," the young man greeted lifted tlie frail little body "What can you do to keep a fellow amused?" he demanded. Robbie was surprised. He had an ticipated being amused, not being called upon to amuse another cripple. So he pondered Don Jaime's question and replied, presently, that he rtnild play the harmonica. "You'll be popular, Robhii*. your harmonica?" Ken bought me a grand come pany. him. with- out tiglitln Robbie laughed nt the bare idea of conflict with his new-found friend. He stared hard at Don Jaime. “What’s you name, mister?" "My name is Jimmy.” “You got any boys?" . “No. That’s why I sent Ken up after you. I've been lonesome a lot, here lately, so wh^n your mother told me she had a boy, why, I thought I'd borrow you. Did Ken tell you about the pony we have here for you?" Robbie's wistful eyes glistened. “I can ride a pony. I know I can." “When I get well we'll go riding to- gether. I think now, Robbie, your mother wants to visit with you, so you'd better run along. After din ner we'll have another visit and really and his men In your private :<»w indefinitely.?" “Oh, no, not indefinitely, Ken. I’ve only sentenced them to thirty days trespass and assault with intent do great bodily harm." "But Dingle claims that part of his remuneration as manager for Tom Antrim was an Interest In the iamb crop. He’ll charge you with «stealing Ids lambs and suc ÿuu for huge d..m ages." 1’11 give his foreman a i« -eipt for all the sheep and wool I possess of. I'll even give Dingle a duplicate receipt. Sign it myself, too.” “Don Jaime, you’re hopelessly medieval. If [Jingle charges you with kidnaping and swears that you him a prisoner thirty days In an effort to make film sign over his interest Iti those lambs. It’s going to cost you a lot of money to defend yourself. And If yop’re convicted the punishment Is Imprisonment for life." “An Hlguenes cannot be convicted In Las Cruces county, my friend. There would be an overwhelming pre ponderance of Latin blood in the Jury, and a Latin doesn't care two hoots In a hollow for the law. All he wants I : Justice and he doesn’t want any Jus tice other than the brand that appeals to him. King John of Runnymede and Don Quixote could never agree on anything.” Ken Hobart surrendered but not without misgiving. “How are your wonnd^?” he queried. “Nothing to worry about, I’ll be on the job again In a month.” Crooked Bill’s well-laid plan worked with the smoothness of a piston— thanks to Roberta. To lier airy greet ing (Henn Hackett returned one of the utmost gravity, so Roberta, jumping Instantly to the' conclusion that store from accustomed freedom cool shirt and Ken Hobart dropped long ’hair beside his ein- we re counting the sheep,” Don ¡aid. He had the gift, decided- c, of telepathy. Had it to a "Any trouble?" *None. Bill Dingle's foreman made a bluiT at starting some, but Caraveo paid no attention to him. I Instructed Cargveo to Ignore him and tell him necessary. treat hirn nothin rough. And 1 sent enough men to en- force my desires. First they moved the sheep south of the San Dieguito, where we had another gang building a corral, with a chute. We're washing the brutes, shearing them, running them through the chute one at a time, branding them, and plan to haul them up here In motor trucks, after giving the foreman a receipt fur them." Ken Hobart chuckled. "Why, you’re quite a sheep man, ^ren't you?" "Well, somebody had to do it for the girl. I’ll place a guard on the wool, and as soon as you can buy some wool sacks I want you to sack that wool and haul It up to the ranch for safe keeping.” "You'll be put to quite a bit of ex pense. Don Jaime. Have you author ity to take possession in this high handed manner?" "Seguro! I always make my own authority. Don Prudenfto Alvlso Is Miss Antrim's local representative, and whatever I do will be Jake with Prudencio." "What are you going to do with the wool?” "Hold It here, safely, until the mar- ket goes up, or I receive orders to sell It Immediately.” “And the lambs and tho old ewes?" "The old ewes with broken teeth or no teeth at all were starving to death. Their carcasses were dotting the range. So 1 thought I’d put them on our tender, succulent alfalfa. A month or six weeks on alfalfa and ground barley will fit them for market. They ought to bring ten dollars each.” “Who’s going to pny for nil this? The Antrim estate?” “if It can afford to. If it can’t—" Don Jaime shrugged the indifferent shrug of one who has not been reared to do things on the half shell, as ft were. “Don Prudencio was out to see me yesterday. He has had a letter from Miss Antrim. It appears that her uncle, whose ward she Is, Is very seriously threatened with the loss of his fortune. She's anxious about the sheep, and has Instructed Don Pru dencio to gunrd them and preserve them. I told him to wire her that the sheep were safe with me and to dis abuse his placid mind of all worry , concerning them." 'V/ell, Glenn,” She Said, “Haa Uncle Bill Been Telling You Hi« Sad Story?” Crooked Bill had been talking his af fairs over with his lawyer, promptly precipitated the drama, much to the relief of the principal actors. “Well, (Henn,” she said, "has Uncle Bill been telling you his sad story?” Hackett nodded owlishly. Crooked Bill raised a protesting hand. “Let us not discuss It, if yon Bobby. Remember, girl. I’m not the whimpering kind.” "I know you’re not, dear Uncle Bill. You're a perfectly good old sport I have Just had a long telegram from my lawyer in Ix>s Algodones, Texas. He Informs me that the affairs of Uncle Tom’s estate are in excellent shape and that he died leaving even more sheep than was at first suspect ed.' There are about ten thousand lambs that will soon be ready for mar- ket and which should bring ten dollars a head and there are upwards of a hundred thousand pounds of excellent wool worth thirty cents a pound— Why. it would seem that Uncle Tom’s estate will run close to half a million dollars. We should worry and grow wrinkles and gray hair, darling.” The butler announced dinner—and between the fish and the roast, as per agreement, Glenn Hackett com menced to question Crooked Bill ad roitly ns to the exact nature of his operations in the market Roberta noted a grim little smile playing across Hackett s Puritanical face from time to time, so presently, with her cus tomary impulsiveness, she asked him to share the Joke with them. “It's on your Uncle Bill,” he replied. "It Is my duty to Inform you, Bobby, that your Uncle Bill Is an antedilu vian idiot who can't see the woods for the trees. If he could he’d see a path out of this mess he’s In—a path as wide as the boardwalk at Atlantic City. Let us eat, dripk and be merry, for tomorrow Uncle Bill will no longer be a financial corpse. He Will have commenced his resurrection.” "How are you going to save Uncle Bill?" Roberta demanded. Hackett proceeded to outline to her, patiently and in words of one syllable, 1 his plan for the salvation of Crooked Bill. To bo continued. Dixiy: “This is a nice quiet spot. I’d like to pause here and park.” J Lizzie: “You mean you’d like to park here and P*w, but you re not going to." t (
