THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS t ig e r Ihibllahed Every Thursday at Springfield, l-anc County. Oregon, by THE WILLAMETTE PRESS IE ÌTE 77?. H E MAXEY. Ett-.r Entered a» »<- uoih I t la ‘ m matter. Feb runry 34, IMS« at the 1 8, Tingiteli. regcit. MAIL SUBSCRIP TION RATE *f»c A dvan ce......... ...»1.75 fbraa Months Six Month« ................. .................»1.00 Single Copy ............... ..............5c THURSDAY. JULY 2. 1031 » . - - -t-.- - RUSSIAN HOPE AND OUR M AR KETS Russia last year exported 30,1*00 tons o f b u tte r. She did this lo r Hie reason that money was needed to buy goods and m achinery fro m other countries, and o n ly by trade could the transaction be made. In Russia, where a ll prices are fixed by the governm ent, a com m odity is not exported p ri­ m arily because there is an exportable surplus above what is needed fo r home consum ption. The com m on people are sim ply dprived o f an a rticle i f there is demand fo r it in ex­ port trade as in the case o f butter, w hich is alm ost un­ obtainable by the w orking class. Once a year the govern­ m ent allows the w o rke r to purchase a q u a rte r o f a pound o f b u tte r at fo u r or five dollars a pound w hile Russian b u t­ te r is sold in other European countries fo r 25 cents a pouna. Denied o f m any o f the co m forts o f life the Russian lives on hope— that the hardships w hich he undergoes now w ill bring in the fu tu re a more glorious Russia w ith plenty fo r h im and his children. The question is how long w ill the Russian continue to accept hope as a substitute fo r b u tte r and meat fo r so long as he does th a t co u n try w ith its “ d u m ping" methods m ust be a menace to Am erican trade. Lum ber, which we feel more here in the northw est, is but one o f the products dumped on the Am erican m arkets. A S T A T E S M A N LIK E MOVE In c a lling in the leaders of both o f the m ajor po litica l parties and g e tting th e ir approval beforehand. President H oover acted in a statesm anlike way in p u ttin g fo rw a rd his proposal fo r a one year suspension o f paym ent o f principal and interest on w a r debts. I t seems to be the belief o f the men who know most about such things th a t th is w ill brin g about an im m ediate im provem ent in business conditions all over the w orld. President H oover’s ju s tific a tio n is, o f course, that it w ill benefit the U nited States o f America. We are not in the busi­ ness of doing things because they w ill benefit some other co u n try unless we get a corresponding benefit. But when men like Owen D. Young, the fam ous Democrat whose name is attached to the Young plan fo r German repara­ tions, such men o f big a ffa irs as Charles G. Dawes and A n­ drew M ellon on the Republican side, and statesmen on the order o f N ewton Baker and C arter Glass on the Dem ocra­ tic side, all agree th a t to ease up the econom ic pressure on Germany w ill result in im proved business in Am erica, we. n a tu ra lly, have to agree w ith them. They know a great deal more about it than we do. We do not understand th a t anyone expects an in s ta n ­ taneous re tu rn , o r a re tu rn in a single year, to the high p oint o f prosperity w hich we reached in 1928. But already the financial and business w orld is dem onstrating its con­ fidence th a t the upswing has begun, and the outlook fo r the com ing year seems d is tin c tly b rig h te r than it did a m onth ago. A fte r all, it is only good business to give a debtor easy term s if he ca n n o t m eet the term s agreed on. T h a t is true as between nations, as it is between individuals. Everybody w ho owes more money than he can im m ediately pay has found his creditors generally w illin g to take w hat he could give them, ra th e r than to apply undue pressure. It is only fa ir to Germ any to give th a t Republic the same kind o f a chance to catch up th a t, private business interests g ra n t to th e ir custom ers who m ay be in d iffic u ltie s . The fa rm board has purchased 200 m illio n bushels of wheat at a loss o f 90 m illio n s of dollars to the governm ent. Ju ly wheat is quoted a t 57c the lowest since 1895. It is hard to believe th a t we have yet found the proper m ethod o f stablizing fa rm crop m arkets. -------------- --------------- S tatistics say th a t 45 per cent o f the homes in the United States have no radios. There are s till a few places le ft where static has n o t jarred the Am erican nerve. -------------- ---------------- G randm other would not have beleived th a t pies could be baked in paper plates, yet the chem ists have produced such an article fo r bakery usey. -------------- ---------------- Food prices have gone down 18 per cent since January 1, according to the bureau o f labor statistics. Surely the buyer today has all the best o f it. ------------ '•» "Hey Tlge Eve’ V' asleep?" The kid slid over so that Ills me line ridln' ovsh on the rim. I d there The superintendent was ait «Id dangling foot might Ilmi its stir shoah love to stay with yo'all." "Jess Is a Tezas mall." Ilalie re range man named Waller Bell and rup. and yawned as he looked at marked In too casual a tone he was growing rich at managing Babe. "Yo'all got me oula bald befo "Thought maybe you might know ihe Poole. He replied to that letter him Don't the name mean any and he didn't beat around Ihe bush daylight. Babe." Tile «esters, he said, were rustlers "Come on over ami meet Jess thing. Tiger Eye?" '■Shurka, Babe, names don't nevah III reality and were stealing the Markel." •'Ain't Impawtant. Is II. Babe?' mean anythlug to a Tezas man Poole blind Jphu Poole replied "Hell no!" Babe gave him a Not up No'th. Plumb easy to lose lhal Bell must know what medicine studying took. "Thought you want yo'ali's Texas name awn Hie trail." to use on rustlers, aud Bell wrote back that he did, but It would "Did you?" ed to meet the hoys. You said—" "Ain't wore my name only coat some mouey. Bo Bell weut quietly and metho twenty yeahs, llabe No call to dtcally to work, hlrleg men skilled change It yet." Babe accepted the reproof and III the tine art of administering said no more, though his eyes stole leaden pills as required, with no another sidelong glance at the kid talk or fuss about It. Huddled horses stood In the In unspoken agreement they touch ed spurs to their horses aud went shade of a big cottonwood tree, galloping steadily across the pralr some still breathing quickly from le at right angles to the herd. This hard riding, others resting a leg THE STAR SPANOLKI» BANNER way lay Hie headquarters ranch ot while they dosed These awakeued the Poole, which was la reality a with a start as the two rode Into By Francis Scott Keys t) say. cau you see, by the dawn's firm of Eeastern capitalists dab­ the unfenced yard. I^»uu riders perched OB the top rail of Ihe bling In range Investments. early light. The l*oole owners never saw nearby corral or squatted on bool What ao proudly we hailed at the their cattle. John Poole, president heels against the fence. The kid twlllght't last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright of the Poole Land and Cattle com felt them eyeing him as he swung stars, thruugh the perilous pany, gave orders from hts New down from l*ecos and followed York office. This sutu for coat of llabe. but they didn't smile at the tight. O'er the ramparts we watched, operation, that sum dediieted fur eight ot him. (TO BE CONTINUED where so gallantly stream normal loss, and the Investment Ing! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say. does that star-spangled ban ner yet wave N othing stim ulate« you when you httvt* th a t "tire d O'er the land of the free and the fe e lin g ” Ilk«* it piece of candy ««pectally If It 1« the home ot the brave? of the kid's slim body In the sal- now ' "Shoah do. Babe,” said the kid. die. and the occasional click of hla his thoughts flushing to the girl iron bound stirrups against Babe and what little she had dared to Garnet s wooden oues The tune didnt matter; a medley of this sa.v. thing aud that thing drifting a Shoah hope yo'all didn't have lottg with his Idling thoughts. no trouble. Babe the kid said. When the kid played, he thought Never had a word ot trouble. of the girl down In the valley be­ Tiger Eye.” Babe's eyes veiled hind him. Reckon her old pappy themselves suddenly from the kid's was a rustler, like all the rest of questioning look. ' Know what they them down lu the valley. Leant done. Tiger Eye? They knowed ways, the kid had gathered that they had to go through with that Nellie's brother Ed had been shot buryin' or we'd smell a rat. So b> a Poole rider, and they shoah they did They burled a coffin full seemed to hate the name of l*oole. of rifles they aimed to use on us. The kid didn't feel that he knew When they was gone, the old man Babe' eveu after a week of living had us dig up the box and open it.” with him. Babe always seemed to Babe folded a paper Into a have a lot on his inlnd. But Babe trough, sifted in a little tobacco, shore was a fine mau and a fine evened it with a careful finger tip, friend, and the kid wasn t the kind rolled it deftly and drew the edge to pick flaws lu any one he liked of the paper lightly along the tip Babe got out his tobacco and of his tongue before he pressed If papers and rolled a cigarette as he down and folded up one end. He rode along He lighted It. blew out fished a match from a pricket, the match, broke the stub in two tlicked his thumbnail across thi and dropped the pieces to the head and got a flame, and lighted ground. The kid was watching the cigarette, then snapped the tor that little trick and his eyes match stub in two and dropped the twinkled when Babe's fingers pieces at his feet The kid watch­ went true to form. Almost a week ed him. his mind piecing togethei now he had lived with Babe, and certain details of the story which never had he seen Babe throw Babe did not know. away a whole match stub. Always ”1 shore was worried about you. broke it in two. The kid wondered Kid." Babe said finally, drawing a why. but he didn't ask. Pap shoah mouthful of smoke. "Where'd that hud learned him not to aak ques­ feller jump yuh. Tiger Eye—if It's tions unless he plumb had to. On the shore, dimly seen through a fair question?" Ear ahead across thelevekbench the mists of the deep. ’■Back down the rim about a land a faint veil of dust crept slow­ Where the foe's haughty host in mile.” ly toward the north, carried far on dread silence reposes, “Vnh-hunh. Musta took yuh the breeze that fanned the kid's What Is that which the breeze, o’er quite a while." Babe tanned the left cheek as he rode. Cattle, the towering steep, smoke away from his face while he bunched, and riders driving 'em As It fitfully blows, now con­ looked hard at the kid. Reckon maybe Babe was taking ceals. now discloses? “Takes a right smaht while. him over so he could go to work Now It catches the gleam of the Babe, to trap a wolf.” A strange, on round-up. The kid hoped so, morning's first beam. implacable look came into the kid'a for that was the work he wanted In full glory reflected now boyish face. Babe looked at him and had come all the way up from shines of the at ream; and looked away again. the Brazos to find. ■ 'TIs the atar-spaas^w Lanser! O ' Shore. Well, let's go," he said "Shoah will enjoy swingin’ a long may It wave “You son-of-a-gun!" Babe stepp­ after a silence, and there was a rope again. Babe." he said in his O'er the land of the free and the ed forward and clapped a hand ad­ new note of respect in his voice. soft drawl. home of the brave! miringly down on the kid's shoul­ "I'll tell the Old Man how it was. '•Swingin’ a rope?" Babe's voice And where Is that band who so der. "I knowed there was some You done the right thing. Tiger had a startled note. vauntlngly swore reason whv'you let that damn’ fake Eye.” "Er ridln’ herd—anything, so It's That the havoc of war and the in the cabin at Cold Spring lint, cows." funeral get by.” battle's confusion "Yo'all says It was a fake fune’l. camp that evening, the kid was “Yo're ridln' with me." Babe re­ playing the mouth organ, his slim minded hint shortly. "Old Man ain't A borne and a country should leave Babe?" us no more? “Shore it was a fake. One of browned fingers cupped and touch­ likely to put yuh on the round-up.” Their blood has washed out their the boys got wise ’t they was go- ing the metal where the nickel waa The kid did not argue the point, foul footstep's pollution. in' to pull off something. You was worn through to the brass. but his eyes clung to the slow- No refuge could save the hireling “Moah rim ridtn'. Babe?" sent over here to keep cases, but moving dust cloud, and because and slave "Why? Yuh like rim ridln'. Tiger his heart was there he unconsci­ one of the boys over at the Poole From the terror of flight, or the happened to see 'em when they Eye?" ously communicated his desire to gloom ot the grave; "Shoah do. Babe.” come up on the bench. Old man, »he horse. And the star-spangled banner in *‘Yuh shore look happy to-night. he suspicioned something was Riders were visible now in the triumph doth wave wrong about that percession. so he Tiger Eye." fringes of the cloud. Riders and a O’er the land of the free and the Babe spoke from the bunk, when slow-moving river of backs seen sends us ail over to the buryin' home ot the brave! ground over on Cotton Creek. the kid's dreams could no longer be dimly as the breeze whipped up That's where they was headin’ for. compassed by the music and he sat the haze. Cattle going to some Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Shore had more mourners than staring at the smoky bottom of the chosen round-up ground. The kid's Between their loved homes and dishpan hanging back of the stove. eyes glistened at the thought. what they figured on!” the war's desolation! "Time to roll in though. We “Yo'all didn't fight 'em. Babe?” "I'll ride over and see who’s In “No — shore we didn't. But we got t' be ridin' at dawn." charge." Babe said suddenly, and Blest with victory and peace, may "Shoah feel that-a-way, Babe." the beaven-rescued land shore beat them to that buryin' struck his horse with the quirt Praise the Power that hath made Babe pulled off a boot with a he carried. ground! Thirty-five punchers was and preserved us a nation. settin' on their horses back on the vicious yank and sat bolding it in The kid's hand tightened on the ridge about a hundred yards away, one hand while he eyed the kid. reins. A cold weight fell like a Then conquer we must, for our cause It Is just. "Damned if I can see what there tump of iron upon his chest. He when that funeral percession come And thia is our motto: "In Ood along. There wasn't no grave dug is to be happy about, Tiger Eye.” didn’t know those riders up ahead. is our trust." so we set there and watched 'em 1 “Damned if I can eithah, Babe." They were not the same old boys, dig it.” : He picked up the water buckets with Pap. tall and hawk-eyed, on And the star-spangled ba>nner In triumph shall wave ‘‘Yo'all shoah they buried Nate and wont out into the night. there, giving his quiet orders. O'er the land of (he free and the Wheelah ovah theah?" The air was clean and crisp and Plumb strangers, these were. Babe home of the brave! “Nate Wheeler? Naw. they never drops of dew on the grass winked knew them, but be didn’t. He buried Nate Wheeler there. Jim like diamonds in the sun. The hors­ was just an outsider, and Babe Poole's nobody’s fool. He saw es had galloped steadily for more wasn’t taking him over to get ac­ through their little scheme right than a mile, but now they had quainted. off. It's like this. Right up the settled down to a walk and the A man galloped out to meet creek, about two miles from that j reins lay loosely along their necks, Babe and the two talked, hands buryin' ground, is the Poole ranch Riding so, a habit born of the and head making little unguarded and it's a good seven miles across long trail up from Texas took hold gestures now and then. The kid's to Cotton Creek from here. If they of Tiger Eye. Instinctively his sidelong glance saw every move got over on Cotton Creek with a 1 hand went to his breast pocket they made. They were talking funeral percession, they could easy and pulled out his mouth organ, about him, and they seemed to find sneak on up the creek to the Poole * and he began to play soft snatches a right smart lot to say. The Kid's name was Bob Reev ea, but back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye. because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun bar rel. His father was ' Killer'' Reev­ es. but the boy did not want to kill. If he stayed home he would have to carry on his father's feuds, so he headed his horse. Pecos, northward and encountered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fir ed just as Tiger Eye did The Kid didnt want to kill Nate, only to cripple hliu, but his aim must hare been wild, for Wheeler dropped from his horse. Babe Garner came riding up. Wheeler was a "neat­ er," he said and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler's cabin to notify the dead man's widow. The Kid breaks the news of Nate's death to his wtdow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering be had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while another shot had killed the man. A gang of strangers ride up. Oue of them in­ sults Mrs. Wheeler by coupling her name with the stranger The Kid shoots a hole in each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the In­ sult. making his escape in the con­ tusion. Learning that the “nesters" plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the Kid informs Garner, tell­ ing him at the same time he had learned It was the latter's shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding range for the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driv­ ing in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Gorham. After rescuing the girl's dad. the Kid is given a grateful warning by the girl, who thinks he is one of the Texas killers, to get out of the valley before the nesters shoot him. The boy is touched by Nellie's concern and lets his mind dwell on her, realizing she must have liked him personally to warn him when he was supposed to be one of the imported gunmen. Later he tells Garner he wounded a neater who tried to ambush him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: PEP UP WITH CANDY pure, wholesome and delicious kind Eggim sun make». Year« in the cundy business ha« taught use how to m ake the be«t. O ur fo u n ta in 1« hot w eather headquarters. alwuy« glad to have you vl«lt us. W e’re F G G IM A N N ’S "Where the Bervlea la DUfer.nt K-Z ALL OUTDOORS Is C alling You------- WHY LET YOUR MEALS KEEP YOU HOME 9 I MEAT--77ie Main Dish Steaks and Chops Q uickly Cooked Roasts and Pot Roasts In «low oven Need No W atching FOR Q U A LITY M EATS V IS IT OUR M A R K E T INDEPENDENT MEAT CO. Phone 63 P R A T T HOLVBRSON 4th and M ain St«. E. C. S T U A R T Our Fourth o f July Goes Round the World— - iiy Albert T Rad THE FAMILY DOCTOR JOHN JOSEPH GAINES. M.0 “ ROUGHAGE” We hear it, read it, sense it in the very air, “ roughage.” I t ’s the slogan o f the sw ivel-chair p a trio t, whose colon has been on a strike fo r the last tw enty rubber-tired years. T re a t ’em rough, these tired, lazy-stuffed colons; ju s t got to have roughage! W ell, the prodigal son ate the husks which the swine did n ’t take— and repented o f his sins rig h t away,— the firs t v ic to ry fo r roughage, so to speak. Then he lost no tim e ge ttin g back to the fa tted c a lf— the sm ooth diet. L e t’s ta lk about bran shorts, “ ta ilin g s ,” husks o f wheat, o r w hat have you? The sort recommended by solemn phy­ sicians, smug dietitians and a rtfu l m anufacture rs; and, le t’s ta lk sense. I have not found one in tw e n ty -fiv e ro u tin e investiga­ tions, upon whom bran had the least e ffe ct in obstinate con­ stipation. 1 have tested ca refully in m y own case; I m ig h t as w ell have taken th a t much P ortland cement, so fa r as laxative effect was noticeable. Sometimes I wonder how many pecks of bran one would have to eat, to acquire a single grain of iron? And what fo rm o f iron? Possibly a trace of ferrous oxide— ru s t! There is as m uch iron in a single B laur pill as there is in a bushel o f w heat bran,— so there. One o f the latest and best books I have found, condemns “ roughage” as a ro u tin e procedure in lazy colons— a prac­ tice th a t m ay a ctu a lly do serious harm , and I agree m ost em phatically. The “ sm ooth d ie t” is fa r more ra tio n a l to coax the w eary organ back to norm al fu n c tio n ; I do not believe in w hipping the tired horse to restore his vigor. I f com m ercialism were taken o u t o f this country, and o u r people used real food and exercise instead of substitutes, we’d live longer. ’ That’s What You’ll Say When WE Deliver YOUR PRINTING The Q uality o f P rin tin g , the Service and Price Is the Be«t to Re Had Anywhere. Phone Eugene 104« o r S pringfield 2 THE WILLAMETTE PRESS Office«: 119 E. Broadw ay, Eugene and 4th St. S pringfield