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PAOS TWO THURSDAY. JULY 16. 1981 THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS Published Every Thursday at Springfield, Lane County, Oregon, by THE WILLAMETTE PRESS • It E MAXEY Editor Entered ¿m m » mud class matter, Eabruarv 24. 1 »03. at the post of flea. Springfield, Oregon MAIL SUBSCRIPTION RATE Advance $1.75 Three Months Six Months . 75c .............. 6c THURSDAY. JULY 16. 1»S1 YES, AND HOW? We a ie told on the one bal’d by Governor Meier and his hund-picked tax league that tex ts should come down 20 per cent. We are told on the tnl.ei iumd by G overnor Meier and members of the highway tonituission that the state should spend a million dollars this winter on road building to give employment, and the counties should do likew ise. We are told further by Governor Meier that salaries should not be reduced by school districts or counties. In other words the municipalities should create all the employment they can, keep wages up and cut taxes 20 per cent. Since nearly all of our taxes goes to pay off principal and Interest on bonded indebtedness, (obligations which w e cannot escape I. and for personal service and public im provement (chiefly roads) It is difficult to see how Gover nor Meier’s program is consistent. Nine out of 10 of all budget com m ittees we have seen in action worry and plan on how they can keep expendi tures Inside of the six per cent lim itation with the dem ands of the people confronting them for more and more service. They would surely throw up their hands and surrender if they attem pted to follow the governor's program . True, if taxes are to be lowered, they m ust be lowered by the county, cities, road and school districts. The gover nor, to be consistent, should say to the county officials: “You must cut wages 10 per cent and reduce the size of your force 10 per cent to come inside my 20 per cent pro gram . You shall build no new roads and m ake the m ain tenance crews work harder for less money on the ones you now have. The governor should say, to be consistent, to the city- officials : “You should m ake the sam e reductions in wages as I have demanded of the counties and also not sweep the streets and flush the sew ers so often; let each m erchant and property owner be responsible for the condition of the street in front of his own door. Also tu rn off every other street light and don’t burn so m uch juice. The governor should say, to be consistent, to the vari ous school boards: "You should employ 10 per cent few er teachers at a 10 per cent reduction in salary and m ake them teach more pupils. Also have them come early in the m orning th at they m ay sweep their respective rooms out and save janitor hire.” If the governor would put out a program as outlined above he might as well go one step fa n her and declare a m oratorium on all state and municipal indebtedness. He would then have accomplished in full his 20 per cent pro gram . Also, he would have sung his political swan song. ARMY AVIATION NEARER TO US The visit of the planes of the U. 8. Army 489th bombing squadron to Eugene has reminded the people here th a t in the event of another w ar aviation will be one of the chief branches of the service. These are the birds th a t will make life m iserable for the w arring countries They not only drop bombs on the opposing arm ies but also all over the civil population. We have seen cities in France that were alm ost a total wreck a fter a few days of nightly bom bard m ent by G erm an planes. The people each evening went into caves or into the fields to find places to sleep where they would not so likely wake up with a bomb in bed. Major Logg. who commanded the squadron on its Eu gene visit, was a private in the sam e National Guard com pany with us in Mexico in 1916. Then he did not think m uch of the “flying coffins,” as the infantrym en term ed the airplanes. But now he thinks differently. Aviation has made great strides in 15 years along with other and more deadly m ethods of warfare. The science of flying is developing rapidly to be sure when a one-eyed man can fly around the world in nine days over countries he has never seen before. TIIL FAMILY D O C T O R JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D RADIO AND HEALTH Radio, the crowning achievement of its time, and one of our g reatest blessings, may be degraded to a mere m at te r of dollars and cents, when m ankind descends wholly to th a t level. Did you ever think th at your receiving set may lead you headlong into the open arm s of the nostrum -ven der and quack, solely in the interest of his pocketbook? T h at you are made poorer and he the richer by your own soft gullibility? It gives me a first-rate of nausea to hear the blatant yawp of some hired m an for a quack concern, pleading with me and you to go to the drug store.first thing in the m orn ing and BUY a bottle of germ -killer that knocks ’em in a specified num ber of seconds! These fellows th at never crossed the threshold of a p ath ological laboratory in their lives, presum e to tell me about “ bacterit.” They infer off-hand th a t you and 1 have a m outhful, neckful, stom ach full of potent germs, deadly in character, if not killed off at once by the g reat bottled savior of mind and body; they juggle handily with labora tory term s, as though they had been raised on test tubes and reto rts and chemical reactions; all to get YOU and ME to BUY their gully wash and soak It into our systems. And do we buy it? We certainly do; we buy stuff of which we know absolutely nothing, at the solicitation of an itinerant who is solely interested in the sum he can ex tra c t from your purse, and who knows and cares nothing about the stuff he is paid to peddle. He gets his pabulum into the family, into your children, into you and your wife — and if you all use it four or six tim es a day, all the better —for the nostrum -vendor. For, nine out of ten, you could use hot w ater and boracic acid with better results a t one- twentieth the cost. • A good rule for the rural radio-fan is, to believe nothing he hears from a paid propagandist. He has an ax to grind, and you, dear reader, have been picked out to turn the grindstone. Sum m on your horse sense; th a t my advice. POULTRY PRODUCTION tween the stove und table I’e would topple over toward th I; I k. HOLDING OWN IN STATE more'n likely. "Who win It. d’yuh know? r r la rg e Flocks Naoeaaary te Meet maybe yuh ain't telllu." Expenses W hen O perating en "Old Pappy Murray, shot In th > Sm ell P ro fit M argin hack." "Hunb. Well-—" Babe hesitated In spite of the fact that poultry ’’—he's a neater and a cow thief.1 I rices seem to have hit rock bot He had It cornin'. Tiger Eye." TRULY UREAT tom during the past year, poultry "He nevah had It cornin' In front By William II Ibtvls of hia own doah. The klllah cached production on the whole Is more SEVENTH INSTALLMENT " I promise to go—but I kuin t Pecos had to uae his horse sei se blntee'f behind a lodge up awn the My walls outside must have soma than holding Its own with other promise I won t come hack." and take the full responsibility of hill. Left his hoot tracks theah Oregon farm enterprise«, accord flower«. Bob Reevea, the Kid. was nick tic watched her ride off at a gal gelling back up on Illg Beuch. for , and a rifle shell " My walls within must have some lug to A. (I l.unn, chief of the pout ''anted Tiivr Eye by his friends nip. her gingham shirt whipping the kid Just climbed Into the sod "Yeah* Well " book«) down in the Brains country he try department of the Oregon Ex die his foot rum hiin» like s ‘Ia>ft anotha sign Pal»'“ ■«use his "gun-eye" was yellow out bes.de the sorrels flanks, her A house that's small; a garden drunken mans for the stlrrui and "Yeah? What sign's that?" leilow braid swinging iu the breeze pertnieut station. When his falher, “Killer Beeves.'" large, "Left this. Babe." He opened tils died the K’d left Texas to avoid “I do not know of any major i ll s glance tell then to the tramp rode unseeingly away from that And In It leafy nooks. continuing his father's feuds hellish spot, where he had seen the palm. branch .if agriculture today that la led dirt under his feet, and the Reaching M o l i l a l i a he is forced to fair face of friendship blacken and Babe bulked, lifted hla glunee Io A little gold that's sure each w eek; (laying tbe producer as well as tbe draw- on Nate Wheeler, an Irate oieak look returned to h.s face. He That comes not from mv living poultry business." l.unn said. "The neater. In the exchange of shots turned and scanned the ridge. It* shrink to s grinning death's head the bleak fare of the kid. untl Io ’hat tiger stare of the yellow right kind, Wheeler drops dead, the Kid later side was mostly brushy and with a before him poultryinan who has good slock learning that Bob Garner who had He ought to have known, that *Y*- Balm's teeth caught ut Ills But fruui a dead man In his grave and enough of It can more than pay Uso shot at the same time, really m uted live growing here and Who cannot chuuge tils iii I ih I his basic cost nf production, even there, but at the top there was a first day. He ought to have seen '"»>er lip His flngera quivered killed Wheeler. though be may nut get Inlereat on Garner gets the Kid to Join the rough outcropping of brown sand that Babe Garner had fired that but '»'ey did not go for his gun. A lovely wife, and gentle, loo; Poole outfit as a rim rider. The Kid stone with rock slabs tilted this rifle shot not to save the kid's they did not dare Contented that no eyes but mine Investment succors Wheeler s widow and is In way and that. life, but because lie wanted to make < Interruption came. The shrill, Can see her many charms, nor The situation during the past terrupted by Pete Gorham and whistled signal all Poole riders year baa emphasize,» mure strongly The kid was sure (he killer had certuiu Nate Wheeler was dead some other nesters. He shoots Gor voice than ever, l.unn belleyea, the Im ham through both ears for coupling waited behind thosp rocks. Just as Up on the Bench there the other knew. Babe's eyes searched the To call her beauty fine. his name with Wheeler’s widow sure as if he had seen him there day, riding over to talk to Jess kid's face. He turned Ills hark, portance of the site of the poultry l ater he rescues a girl. Nellie, and pulled open the door, answered Where she would In that stone age flock Where poultry constitutes her dad from Gorham, wounding But he didn’t go up right then to Market. Babe lied and the kid knew the call. live, the principal farm Income a flock I'ete again. The girl, in spite of her prove it. He went into the house he lied—and then had to go and "Supper ready. Babe?” The Poole A self made prisoner with me. of not less than IUO0 hens la as- relief the Kid is an imported Texas instead and stood with his hat in swallow what Babe told him about killer, warns him the nesters will ills hand, looking down at the dead ihat talk. Babe more'n likely toldI foreman owned that voice. While many a wild bird aattg aentlal. Small ’flock owners are Kill him. The Kid warns Garner Nothing would happen while he around. Just "out of luck" during such times the nesters are planning an attkek ■nun and at the woman huddled Jess all about Tiger Eye Reeves.; was there. Elag of truce. On gate, on bush, on tree. of stress, he say*. and helped Jess plan how he could .in the Poole outfit. He meets Jess on the floor beside the bed. Cards lay as they felt till the l.unn hellavea that the lowest Market a Texan who is boss of the get him Damn' fool—let Babe lie The kid stood looking down at And she sometimes to answer them. foreman left again. Meant Io go, \iole wagon crew. levels of egg and poultry prices him blind. A cold-blooded killer her (or a minute. In her far sweeter velce than all; That night the Kid shoots Market all right. Didn't unsaddle his horse have been reached that may be eg. <He took the two tin water buck like that! through both hands when the latter meant to ride on to the Poole I Till birds, that hived to look on pe<te<l for at least a couple of attempts to kill him for being the ets and followed a path from the Kill the kid some of these days, soon as he had his supper and the leaves. yeara, and that with fewer egga In son of Killer Reeves. The rest of back door to a spring, and brought more'n likely. Will dost on a atone wall. storm was over. Straight, honest the gang approves of the Kid's ac storage and fewer birds being He remembered the look on man. name of Joe Hale. tion. While near Nellie’s home he hack fresh water. She looked rt raised, the price of eggs this year With this small house, this garden hears the crack of a rifle and finds him then; looked at him long be Babe's face as he stood outside the The foreman talked while he ate will be an Improvement over last large, her dad has been shot from ambush fore she took the glass and drank. Poole mess house, watching Jess largely of the supper Babe had This little gold, thia lovely male, This, however, depends somewhat and helps carry the dead man into “You're a good boy," she said. Market go by with his bandaged rooked. Babe talked too, but not his house. With health In body, peace at heart on general business eoadltloaa, he very much. Knew he'd have to face NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: ‘ Where's Nellie?" She stared hands. aaya Show me a man more greut. around her. Babe had lighted a cigarette He It, soon as Joe Hale was gone, The kid told her. She did not snapped the match In two — like Shoah storming. So dark Inside the The kid's (are was bleak and old when he turned from the bed and seem to listen, but returned to her these pieces, here In the kid's kid got up and lighted the lamp, Nellie's mother kneeling beside it. weeping. The kid wished she palm—and looked at the kid and . The foreman emptied his third her arms thrown out and clutching wouldn't cry like that; she sounded said he'd rather be dead than cup of coffee, wiped hla mustache with hla handkerchief, hitched the her dead with the tensity of des so much like his mother when Pap crippled like that. The kid's clenched hand rested box seat two Inches back, and pair. Nellie was holding herself lay on the bed under a sheet. Kill cairn in spite of her horror. The ers oughta be made to sit and on the saddle horn and his head drew his tobacco and papers from Is Ic® cream , especially during the hot sum m er days. rest- his pocket. Soon as he had his kid saw her in the kitchen, dipping listen to the widows of the men was bowed, hts cleft chin It is also a pure, wholesome food that Is good for hoth ing on the soft (olds of his ailk smoke going, he would get up and water into the wash basin on the they shoot in the back. young and old. The kid turned on the doorstep neckerchief. Hla eyes were star leave. bench beside the back door. But The foreman reached thumb and as he went out to wash her father's and leaned his head in at the door lug. He saw Babe, in a new and ter We use only (he best quality Ingredients In making rtble guise. finger Into the watch pocket of his life blood from his hands, he rem doorway. "Good-by. Ma'am." he called soft our Ice cream. This with the right m ixture and prnjier He was seeing Babe standing by vest, groped there, taking his time embered her words and halted, t a x ly. "Reckon I'll have to be goln’ the kitchen table, looking down at ing at her strangely. He finally drew a match from freezing m akes a dish fit Io "set before the king.” his shattered knuckles, and he was hla packet), looked at It. used It "What call have you got to think now." "Good-by," she answered broken hearing Babe say, “Put a bullet with little stabbing motions In the I done it?" he demanded. "He was shot in the back, from somewheah ly. “Look out them Poole killers through my damn' brain. Tiger “If to point his meaning while he up awn the hill. I was awn the don't get yon!” Eye! I'd rather be dead than like talked to Babe. Gosh. did he al-i "Shoah will," said the kid. Prom this." He was seeing a bullet hole ways road coming along by the old stack. that-a way? It seemed to "W h e re th»* Service la Different" turn bluish in Babe’s forehead! *he kid that half an hour passed Yo'all can go look at the hawse ised Nellie he'd go. Somehow made a bond between them which tracks and see foh yose'f.” The kid started and looked before the cigarette -was finally ‘‘I don’t have to. I know what the kid would never break. He was around like one suddenly awakened lighted. The foreman abaently blew made me say that. Mr.—I know you going because Nellie made him pro from a nightmare. He was on the (lut *he match, snapped It In two. mise. And he was going to hunt last slope of the ridge running up dropped the pieces on the floor and didn't do it.” “Reeves.“ said the kid. flashing down toe killer, because it was to the tiny walled-in basin where UP- reaching for hia hat. a little "Bob Reeves is my name. Nellie's old pappy he had shot. Babe's cabin stood snugly sheltered Babe lifted his head and looked Insolence leered up at the kid against a split peak. Miss—’’ ftall at the kid. He saw the kid's "Murray,” said the girl, and put from every boot mark behind* the He gave himself a little shake. ■•P" bmsen. saw them quiver as the up a hand to smooth her hair. | tilted slabs of rock. The killer had snapped back to clear and pitiless bid s eyes met his with shamed “What shall we do?” She bit her not even tried to scuff out *hts thinking He lifted bis bead, pur- understanding. lips, fighting back tears, and the tracks with a side-wise drag of thu bed bis stiffened lips and whistled The kid sat down on tbe hunk, color crept Into her cheeks as she foot. the signal of all Poole rMera. hl" armi' rea,1”S on bis knees and The kid's eyes went seeking here Babe pulled open the door and met the kid’s grave look. face bent to the floor. Babe! “I’ll stay, heah. Mist Murray, and there. Killer as careless as this stood there grinning as the kid would have shot Babe Just on while yo'all go foh help. I'd go my- and as sure of Poole protection— rode up. The kid grinned back at ,pe strength of a broken match! It se’f, but I couldn’t do no good. pears li*e he might leave some Babe, but his eyes gave tbelr warn the foreman hadn't come right Some nestah would try and shoot sign more than boot tracks. ing. Hts blue left eye was squint when he did. he'd have killed Babe Been smoking up here too. me foh a Poole ridab. I reckon. If ing and the amber right eye was Garner_-the best friend he ever The kid’s thoughts halted as ab opened full and had the baleful' *’ad *n theah's a hawse yo'all can ride—” Babe! Clearing the table, scrap- "I could ride Prince, but he's up ruptly as his body. Even his heart stare of a tiger stalking his kill. in the pasture, and he's awful mean stopped dead still in his chest; or Well. yuh made it ahead of the ln|5 ,hep ,a,e,‘ Juat a" lf "»'blag at least it felt as if it had. The storm," Babe called cheerfully, as had bappened. Stopping now io to catch." D E L IC IO U S L Y h o .c n . J u h ,.« i “I reckon I can get 'im. My blood froze in his veins ao that the kid swung down at the door. make himself a cigarette while the dettero (uoomg cube« of tee • hawse is plumb foolish ovah any his face had a pinched, old look Eraid yuh might get caught nut, kid watched him from under his ridah hut me. or I'd let yo'all take He bent stiffly with a slow reluct Tiger Eye. Goln' to be a rip-snort- ,on* ’^•‘-••"hes. mede lo ledile mu«K*Uy m a (alt (TO BE CONTINUED) him." ance. utterly -unlike himself, and er. when It gets here.” gl««» milk end (ream , butter and "No. you'll have to be ready to go picked up something here, over The kid turned and looked where egg». rneal* *«<f vegetable«, pre* before any one gets here. Prince I there another something, and he a greenish-black cloud mass came FINELY GROUND CRAINS served for day« and day« again«! is the sorrel with one white eye. j stood up. looking al them in the coiling up from the southwest. PROVE BEST FOR HOGS ■ p s d s | t .. . Oh. hurry!” palm of his hand. He brushed past him and went He rode into the pasture and, Two pieces of broken match! inside, turning to face Babe. Soaking Grain for Growing Pigs roped the sorrel with the white eye. • Two pieces fitting together—match has V e ry L lttla Advantage "What's the matter. Tiger Eye? T H I electric r r b ig ri rim d o ri d i ih » , end more, n the modern home It doei « found a sidesaddle and put it on snapped in the finger; and dropped Anything happen?” Finds College Expert with meticulous care. I Babe! Babe a Poole killer! «onom iceHy, loo, beceuw the cod oi electric w rv x e a low V ie* your deeler'i “Yes, suh. High smaht happen- ----------- The girl looked at him, toward «ore lodey end plen lo put en rie tin e refrigeretoe in your home Bushwhacking nesters from be «■d. Babe. A nestah got killed.” Eine grinding has been found to the cabin where her mother was hind rocks; that's what he was do Babe's cold gray eyes scrutinized improve the feeding value of oats weeping in great heavy, heartbreak ing. Playing the kid for a sucker. the kid. He closed the door against an<* barley for hogs materially. In ing sobs. Lay on the bunk, pretending he a puff of wind, leaned his back a »‘udy Just concluded at the Ore- ‘‘I'm—we're much obliged. Mr. was reading story books all even against It. his thumbs hooked In <on Experiment station and report- M o u n t a i n S t o l e s P o w e r C o m p a n y Reeves. You—you always come ing—hell! Lay there planning how side his cartridge belt. The kid's <*> >» «tatlon circular 104, entitled, when I—when we need help. Pro he’d go out next morning and dry- vivid picture of him revised Itself “Preparation of Oats and Barley mise you won’t stay till they come gulch some poah devil of a nester, in certain details with pitiless ac 1°T Plffa-’’ back with me.” that’s what! Babe! curacy. Babe would not fall be-, ,n the Investigations barley and I N I IM M X V O S C O M M I I » ■■■< I N K M W V K X oats were fed whole dry, whole soaked, steam rolled, finely ground and coarsely ground. Oats were fed They Eat Their Heads O ff to growing pigs under 100 pounds live weight, while the barley ex periments were with fattening pigs weighing about 100 pounds at the start and about 1H0 at the finish Good feed grades of barley and oats were used. Grinding Improved the feeding quality of barley even more than of oats, says A. W. Oliver, assist ant animal husbandman, wbo con ducted the experiments. Steam rolling of barley increased Its feed- : Ing value 16.5 per cent, or 3.4 per : cent more than fine grinding, but Is too expensive a process for gen-! eral farm use. Steam rolling of j oats lessened their value. Little or no advantage wasgaln- ’ Little or no advantage was gained from soaking whole oats ' stands ready to serve you in the for growing pigs, or from soaking i barley for fattening pigs. Coarse : ordinary affairs of life and in emer grinding of both grains Improved their feeding value slightly but not gencies. In the dead of night, it , enough to make It an economical practice. Grain was considered will summon a physician. Men finely ground when the particles transact a greater part of their were so small that It was difficult to distinguish the hulls from the J business over it. Women use it kernels. Most hammer mills of the type constantly to save steps and time. commonly used on farms will grind It helps to make this a united, grain finely when a screen with *4 Inch holes ia used. Burr mills are more active, more efficient nation. less suitable for fine grinding, says j Oliver. Yet it costs but a few cents a day. T 1K G E IR VERY S A T IS F Y IN G F G G IM A N N ’Q j E le c tr ic R e fr ig e r a tio n — t h e l a s t w o r d in m o d e rn c o n v e n ie n c e THE T E L E PH O N E The Carnegie Commission has awarded nearly 2500 medals and , more than »4,000,000 In money for ' deeds of valor since 1M4. T he P acific T elephone A nd T elegraph C ompany