TH U R SD AY. JU LY ». 1931
PAOS TWO
THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS
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THURSDAY. JULY ». l»31
TOO MANY HIGH SCHOOLS
It would seem to us that out of the contention over the
W heeler law now being waged by county and city districts
might come legislation beneficial to both intrties.. There
are too many high schools in Lane county, but too few good
schools. Our system was laid out to serve the horse and
buggy age.
Coming 1« or 15 miles to school by m otor transportation
is no farth er than two or tim e miles used to be. Walterville
this year is sending her pupils to Springfield as the district
thinks it is better to transport them th an to run a school in
the district.
Economy in operation and efficiency in the larger units
should be a basis for consolidating m any of our high
schools. While it would result In building up large schools
in the cities at the expense of the country, we think th at the
quality of instruction and lowered cost of education should
be factors th at might well be considered both by city and
rural people. If we are ever to have lower taxes then the
schools m ust be operated at less cost and the best method
to accomplish this reduction and still improve the quality
of instructions is by establishing larger units, in our esti
mation.
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OH. YA!
I .intoning to supporters of Roseburg and Eugene as po
tential sites for the soldiers home one hears m any things
not realized before. For instance it seem s that the difference
in clim ate between the two places is about the same as be
tween the North pole and the equator, that it rains and fogs
continuously one place while the sun shines every day at
the other, th at one locality is as fertile as the Garden of
Eden while the other is as barren as a great desert. Ail of
which of course is horsefeathers. When will Oregon cities
learn to sell them selves w ithout knocking one another?
This Pacific slope country is pretty m uch alike. We've
lived in S eattle and in San Francisco but we have never
noticed m uch difference in the kind of clothes the average
person wears in either place. But there is a whale of a dif
ference when the natives talk about each others climate,
which is largely a m atter of delusion.
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One of the attractio n s on the World Press congress pro
gram in Mexico City this sum m er is a bull fight. Oregon
editors who m et a t the state convention in Salem were ad
dressed by Governor Meier and Secretary Hal Hoss. and
cam e home talking about a Hoss fight. Takes som ething
unusual to entertain the editorial mind.
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R anchers in the Eden valley district, heretofore only
reached by trail and pack train, are startin g an airplane
freight lane. Eden valley is in Douglas county 50 miles
southw est of Roseburg. The airplane now days is beating
the highway to m any places, especially is this true in Al
aska. Our frontiers are where the planes fly now days.
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France w ants to know before she agrees on a m ortorium
of G erm any’s war debts th a t none of the money saved will
be spent on arm am ents. T hat would be a good question
for the United States to ask also. The Germ an governm ent
is still a foxy lo t
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More butter and less oleo is being consumed lately as a
result of the low butter prices, according to the state col
lege extension service. Dairymen can content themselves
th a t maybe the low prices are doing some good after all.
Lime has been discovered at the Black B utte mines. No
doubt some day there will be m any elem ents taken from the
mines in this county which are not now mined in com m er
cial quantities.
Traffic was noi as heavy up the
cieek gave protection there He felt west acro»» tb«' bridge sud slarted
McKetiBle highway Hila year over
lo
turn
io
soutli
Fred
Steven».
Ji
safe enough to give hla tall atten
- n- Fourth a» Il usually I». «»<•
tion to the ranch he was approach thè olher driver, declared tha* h>
ery few accidents of »ny kind were
dld
not
aee
Hortnn
tignai
for
a
turn
tag
reported In the city, according la
This was where Nellie lived Yee. and therefore dld not alow down
Lum Anderson, police chief.
sir. she lived right up thia road a No sertoua damage waa dotte,
piece. The kid's heart lhnn««e«l so
he could feel It. He rode forward
and unhooked the gate.
The kid waa glancing this way
and that, to the garden path, the
We wtali lo announce we have ptirehanod the Ken
grove, the corral, the houae, looking
'eft hand, and the kid saw and let ' heard of yuh. Just by his looks for a girl with yellow hair Wonder-
S IX T H IN S T A L L M E N T
i ett Store «toek anti expeel to continue bindne«« per
him get the gun before he fired But you never let on like you know tai hair! The kid never could for-
m nncullv lit S pringfield. A H ill Hue o f «laiidard brand
Hob Reeves. the Kid. was nick again. The mau dropped the sec ed him, to 1 let It pass Babe gas id hi-w II looked thing loose Like
merchandtae nt low price« w ill lie cnrrled
auied Tiger Eye by hl» friend» ond gun and stood there, holding kid that sharp, sidelong look ot his a banner of gold whipping In the I
We like tlita tow n anti the lo ca lity anti wtali Io
down In the Braxo» country be two bloody fists out before him.
The kid drew a long, relieved
sun it made a runny kind of lump'
make
a ll yottr acqualntancea.
•use his “gun-eye” was yellow
l-realh and looked at Babe with the
in his throat now. Jual tu think of
When hts father. ' Killer Reeve». ' staring from them io the kid
W
ATCH
FOR OUR AD V E R TIS E M E N T N E X T W EEK
old
faith
shining
in
his
eyes.
"Yo'all stop where yoah at.” the
died the Kbl left Texa« to avoid
the way she looked with all that
You'll get the Job. all right.' hair flying looae. Like an ungel lu
ccn'tauing his father's feud». kid said to those at the door. and
lie chin* Montana he 1» forced to they halted on the broad step.
Babe said in his ear. when the two a gingham dresa, kinda
i w on Sate Wheeler, an Irate
paused outside in the shade of the
"I'll
kill
yo'all
foh
thia.
Tiger
Eye
The sharp, venomous crack uf a
«»ter. In the exchange of shot»
Wheeler drop» dead, the Kid later Reeves!" raved the man with the cabin to roll and light a cigarette rifle up on the ridge behind the
apiece before the kid went up to house struck away those thoughts.
learning thit Bob Garner who had bloody fists.
alao shot at the same time, really
“Yo' kain’t," the kid replied in hts interview Walter Bell.
Aud then he heard the piercing
killed Wheeler.
Jess, on hts way to the stable shriek of a woman The kid knew
Garner get» the Kid to Join the melodious drawl. “Yo'all nevah will
with the foremau. scowled and that sound bitterly well and a hot
l’oole outfit as a rim rider. The Kid shoot no moah. Jess Market."
'•Fer Gawd's sake. Tiger Eye!" turned his face the other way. walk crimple went up Ills spine. With one
succor» Wheeler's widow and la In
terrupted by Pete Gorham and cried Babe from the atep. "What's Ing wide of the kid. Both hands savage lift of his spurs he Jumped
some other nesters. He shoots Gor It all about* You said you didn't were bandaged and carried in a
Pecos out from behind the stuck
ham through both ears for coupllug
aling before him and he looked sick and went thundering up the road
his name with Wheeler s widow. know Jess.”
"I nevah did say I don't know The ktd'a lipa tightened a little as No need to fear a bullet now from
Later he rescues a girl, Nellie, aud
her dad from Gorham, wounding Jess Market. I said men easy drop Jess passed. Killer—but he never that rifle. Killers don'l wall, when
Pe»e again. The girl, in spite of her theah Texas names a*n the trail would kill again. Not after those
a woman raises the oealh scream.
belief the Kid is an imported Texas
killer, warns him the uesters will up heah. I nevah did say 1 don't smashed knuckles got well. They'd
"Nellie! Come quick! They'Ve
be stiff as sticks. Jess would lose got him -They've killed him till;
kill him. The Kid warns Garner know that lobo."
the nesters are planning an atthek
"Git 'Int boys!" raved Jess, hold some of his fingers, the kid reck my God! Come and help gel him
on the Poole outfit. He meets Jess ing out his two shattered hands— oned hopefully.
in—They’ve killed him uh. he's
Market, a Texan who is boss of the
"That's Killer Reeves' youngest
‘‘You done right. Kid.” Babe flick dead—"
Poole wagon crew
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: boy—and the worst of the lot! Look ed his thumb-nail across a match
Too well the kid knew that tragti
what he done to m e!”
head, lighted the cigarette and litany. His lips pressed their soft
The kid tilted his head in res
"1 nevah do bust down a hand snapped (he stub Jn two pieces
ponse to a nod or two. and took his lessen theah's a gun in it." the aid before he dropped them at hts feet. curves into a thin line. Hla twinkl
ing blue eye half closed to let the
place at one side ot the group— said.
"He'd'a' got you and never give tiger look through that yellow right
the right side, which left his gun
Damn'
sneak—didn't eye of hts. He stepped llmberly
"What yuh pull a gun on him for. warnln.'
arm free and gave hint a clear path Jess?" The foreman walked scowl think Jess was that kinds man."
down from the saddle and ran and
to hi» horse.
"If every klllah had his hands knelt on one knee beside the wall
ing toward the wounded man. "The
Babe left him. going on to the kid's dead right. You had your broke, this would he a right peace Illg woman, huddling to her breast
house, where he knocked on a door guns out when he shot."
ful land. Babe.”
the lolling old head of her mau
Babe shivered In spite of him
Babe was a long time in the
"He's Killer Reeves' son, didn't I
"Ma’am, take away yoh ahms. till
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house. 'Beared like he must have a tell yo'all? His pap killed my pap. self.
I tote him Inside."
"I'd
as
soon
be
killed
as
crip
right smart to say to the Old Man. that's why."
r e < a e l v a a f w w k , « » ••fc S m w
She looked up at him blankly, her
The kid’s feet grew tired, standing
‘•Yoah pap nevah did draw quick pled.” he said shortly.
•k«Bswv ■ • MOOLnkN U HE
eyes too full of her tragedy to see
there leaning against the fence, but enaugh." the kid reminded him.
"Shucks! Yo'all ain't a klllah. aught elae.
» I MANDS C O M PLETI
he didn't sit down.
' lie's a damn killer and the son Babe Man’s got a right to defend
Then Nellie camt- running from
I I l C T B I C S E IV IC I
hlmse'f, I reckon- That's what Pap somewhere up along the huse of th«
another man rode up. some fore of a killer!" raved Jess.
man or other. He told them to feed
“I don't nevah shoot a man In the always said. Yo'll wouldn't shoot a ridge.
their hprses and stay for dinner, back, like yo'all tried to do," the man lessen he come at yoh with his
•'You! What've you done? What d
ha rise modern home, «Il or moti ol the l<
gun out. Babe."
i nd the group stirred and went off kid said coldly.
you do it for? Ma—oh. Mother,
"Shore not." Babe shut a keen don’t!"
to attend to their mounts. The kid
mdnpcntul
Walter Bell himself came with
loosened the saddle on Pecos and long, angry steps from the house. glance at the kid. "Come on and
Pity tore at the kid's heart aa he
Egg C ooker
Toaster
Range
Babe's horse, slipped off their
“You the fellow that shot my talk to the Old Man. Just red tape, looked at the two of them cowering
Ju
ke
Extractor
W
a
llle
Iron
Fmk
but you oughts meet him. He told together, but hts voice waa gently
bi idles and turned them into the wagon boss?” Bell snapped.
Table
Krtchen
M
ix
e
r
me
he'd
put
yuh
on
and
let
yuh
ride
coiral.
"Yes, suh.”
Insistent.
"You’ve crippled him for life. rim with me."
Babe’s voice calling out some
•If yo'all would get her away so I
T b e operating coU of these dev tees it reasonable,
There were things the kid would can tote him inside— "
careless remark to the foreman Know that?”
roles trv low. T h e y may be inspected m your dealer's store, or
"Yes. suh. That's what 1 aimed like to ask Babe about the valley.
"Come. Mother." Obediently the
came to him at last, and over at
Thai ranch out a ways from the girl begnn pulling and coaxing
the log house beyond the cotton to do."
purchased fro m h im . T o m e th e m satisfactorily, your home
"Did eh? You'll have to show a rim. not In the coulee but tucked We must get him in—You go ft*
wood some one was pounding on a
should be ad eq u ately w ire d , w ith p le n ty of outlets for quick,
damn’ good reason for that, young down behind a low ridge, where the the bed. Mother—"
tin pan to say dinner was readv.
long streak of cottonwoods showed
Men were already splashing at man.”
"Yes— yes. I’ll go spread up the
convenient connection.
"Yes suh. I was combin' my hair there was a creek—the kid would bed—"
the was basin on the hench outside
the door when the kid came up and I saw Jess slippin" up. aimin' like to know the name of the folks
With the limp, bony old man sag
Babe emptied his basin- with a to shoot me in the back. Seems like that lived there. But he couldn't ging a deadweight tn his young
M O U N TA IN STATES POWER COMPANY
fling of soapy water into the bushes a Market kain't face a man in theah ask. or Babe might kinda suspic arms, the kid went Into the house.
at the end of the house, gave the killin’s. nohow. He kain't kill no ion It was the girl. Nellie, that the Little old pappy had been shot In
basin to the kid and went inside mo'—lessen he kicks 'em like a kid wanted to know about.
the back when be walked out Into
The kid focused his field glasses the yard. Killer’s work Dry-gulch
but stopped Just inside the door mule.”
‘‘Jess had both guns out. Mr. on the ridge, but he couldn't sea ed. they called it up here. Killer
and stared back over his shoulder
at the kid as if he were expecting Bell." the foreman here remarked anything but a fence running up waiting behind a rock with rifle
and pointed to the two smeared along the side. The ranch was over leady till his man came along Then
something.
The kid dipped water from the six shooters on the ground. "The behind, about where the line of pull the trigger a time or two, look
big bucket standing there—gently kid's telling It straight. 1 was cottonwoods quit. Old pappy wasn't to see If the bullets went straight—
lest the splash should drown some cornin’ from the stable and I saw feeling right good the other day: and then run for a horse tied some
little sound he ought to hear; some the whole thing. Young Reeves was seemed like he oughta ride down where outa sight in the bushes.
little sound Babe was listening 'or. combin' bis hair, Just as he says there and see how the old feller
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Jess pulled his gun and Reeves, was getting along, anyway. Would
there inside the door.
W hen old Sol*« ray« begin to beat down hard,
Somebody coming across the here, whirled and shot. He must n't take but a minute to ride down AUTOS ARE SIDESW IPED
Eggim ann'« fo u n ta in ta a busy plat e. It may be hoi
yard, walking kinda slow and care have drawed his gun. but I never and see bow her old pappy was
ON BRIDGE APPROACH
ful. Hungry men don't walk that-a- saw him do it. He sure as hell was feeling. Babe never need to know
tm l you w on’t be bothered a fte r one o f our cold drink«.
way to their dinner. The kid took n’t combing his hair with his six- a thing about It.
O ur «lore ta alway« cool and com fortable. Gome
Two automobiles were side
So the kid went down Into the
out bis little biack pocket comb, gun—”
in
we
welcome you.
swiped
here
Sunday
afternoon
The group at the messhouse door valley where the nesters would
unfolded It and leaned to the wavy
when
they
collided
at
the
west
ap
shoot
a
Poole
rider
like
a
coyote.
mirror in its cheap frame. He look laughed at that, and Walter Bell
Babe bad told him to ride across proach to the new bridge over the
ed within and with his left hand he turned on Jess.
the
Bench to the river and scout Willamette river.
“You brought It on yourself," he
drew the comb through his thick,
wavy locks that Just missed being growled. “Come on up to the house around there for any sign of brand According to the accident report
"Where the Service It Different”
red. Babe was still standing just and I’ll fix you up till you can get ing tires or cattle held within cor made at the city hall by the drivers
of
the
machines.
O.
Horton
of
inside the door, still looking out at a doctor. Reeves. I’ll see you at the rals hidden in the thickets.
The kid felt pretty guilty and Hornbrook. California, was driving
the kid. waiting for him. watting house after dinner.”
mean, going ott like this on a side
"Yes suh.”
for something else too.
"You done right, Tiger Eye.” said trip of his own, but he didn't feel
But even though Babe stood there
waiting, he Jumped when the kid Babe, as the two lingered outside. guilty enough or mean enough to
turn back from the quest of Nellie's
“Shoab tried to Babe."
whirled and fired.
"I thought Jess acted kinda fun home and Nellie's last name.
The kid ducked past the window
By the time he reached the lower
and then backed slowly, keeping ny, when we was over there at the
close to the wall. His yellow right round up. He asked me who I had end of the ridge the kid realized
eye had the cold glare of a tiger, with me, and I said a young felfer that be was head and shoulders
as he watched the men rushing out from down on the Brazos. He want above the level of the valley. But
to see what had happened. Twenty ed your name and I give it to him. the ridge was friendly and shielded
feet away, a man steadied himself He never said anything, but I sus- him from view to the south, and
and reached backward with his plcloned he knowed yuh or had the brushy undergrowth along the
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T here have been m any serious conferences in this year
of tough business, and recently 1 attended one of them.
The problem was whether a certain industry, which was
encountering difficulties, could be kept going. Three men
spoke; their rem arks were about as follows:
First Man: Conditions are m uch worse than anybody is
willing to admit. Car loadings are off; steel production is
flat; the autom obile industry is on its back; every business
barom eter points down. You can argue th a t the country
has faced the same situation before and come through. But
this is different. Now America is a world power, dependent
on world m arkets. W herever you look in the world you see
nothing but trouble. 1 think th a t any enterprise which is
losing money ought to be stopped. We are not justified in
taking chances.
Second Man: 1 wouldn't go as far as the first speaker.
Things are undeniably bad and may get worse, but 1 do not
think we are.justified in assum ing th a t the world is going
busted. \£ h at we need is plenl y of time to get all the facts
and talk them over and be sure we are right. 1 suggest we
appoint a comm ittee, and then we can m eet again in a
couple of weeks and have another conference.
T hud Man: I disagree with everything th a t has been
said. This depression isn’t different from a hundred others
th a t have preceded it. Always people lose hope just when
the turn is about to come. Always it is argued »hat “condi
tlons this time are different.” I do not see that we Bhall
gain anything by appointing com m ittees or delaying action.
W hat we need is not more facts but more guts. I am in
lavor of going to work righi now to pull this business
through.
Men divide themselves into different classifications
which are called by various names. T here are the optimists
who are consistently hopeful and the pessim ists who al
ways fear the worst.
T here are w hat the psychologists term the “ introverts,”
those whose eyes are turned inward, the brooders, the hypo-
condriacs, the m ystics; and the “extraverts,” whose vision
is outw ard and forward.
In good days it is not so easy to distinguish, but these
past few m onths have been a testing time. They have
divided all men into three groups:
T he D efeatists— who say conditions are different; it
can’t be done.
The D ebaters— Who say. let us appoint a commission
and adjourn until an o th er time.
The Doers— who say, let us pick out the tougliest pro
blem and hit It first.
Each of us falls into one or the other of these groups.
In which one are you?
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