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About The Hermiston herald. (Hermiston, Or.) 19??-1984 | View Entire Issue (June 17, 1937)
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON Thursday, June 17, 1937 Way Back When THE SUNNY SIDE OF LIFE Oy JEA N N E AN OIL DRILLER /'''L A R K GABLE was little differ- ent from any other small town boy. Born in Cadiz, Ohio, in 1900, and later living in Hopedale. Ohio, population 500, Clark Gable was a regular American boy, fond of the outdoors and all sports. Mother less from the time he was seven months old, he was raised by his grandparents until his father re married. He held a deep love and respect for his stepmother. Like any other normal American boy, Clark Gable was not sure what position he would like to hold in life. He thought for awhile that he might be an architect, and later he studied medicine at night school. Ambitious but poor, he had to work Clean Comics That Will Amuse Both Old and Young THE FEATHERHEADS F elix / Pretty Soft HOW SOUNDLY YOU S L E E P THERE O N T H A T SM A LL S O F A A N D W H EN YOU G E T INI A F elix / Hey/ D IN N E R 'S READY/ co m fo rtable SNO O ZE ME W HEN I HEAR THAT bed TO most PEO PLE L IK E T o SLEEP ALONE- By C. M. PAYNE S’MATTER POP— Mention This to Your Pooch! from the time he was seventeen years old, and his jobs were as va ried as his opportunities. He was time-keeper in a rubber factory, call boy in a theater, an oil driller, a telephone linesman, a surveyor's assistant and a lumberjack. Clark Gable might have been anything but a motion picture actor. He became a star by traveling the hard road of theatrical stock companies and motion picture ex tra, overcoming many disappoint ments, until he reached the pinna cle in “ It Happened One Night,” which won the Motion Picture award for the best picture of 1934. • • • MESCAL IKE By s. l . huntley Lucky Muley CARL SANDBURG NEVER WOULD SETTLE DOWN TJ OW many times have you heard ■“ someone say, “I don’t know what to do about that boy of mine; it looks like he never will settle down” ? Carl Sandburg was like that. A boy who skipped from job to job, and gave his simple Swedish immigrant parents many a worried hour I He was born in 1878 in Gales burg, 111., of people who were un educated and kindly, simple and poor. Forced by poverty to go to work when he was thirteen, he be gan the seemingly endless series of jobs that gave him such true understanding of the common peo ple. He drove a milk wagon in Gales burg and he blacked boots in a barber shop. If you could have looked into the future and said that some day Carl Sandburg would be a great poet, they would have laughed you out of town! He be came a scene shifter in a cheap theater, a truck handler in a brick yard, and then a turner’s apprentice in a pottery shop. Cheap manual labor, nothing skilled about most of it! He worked as a dish-washer in RAISES , " cats an DOSS * TH' P E T SHOP OWNER. SH O U LD HAXE A , LEAK TH’ ROOF BRONC PEELER mid-western hotels, a harvest hand In the Kansas wheat fields, and a carpenter’s helper. Carl Sandburg was learning the painter’s trade when the Spanish- American war broke out, and he enlisted. A comrade persuaded him to go to Lombard college and he worked his way through as a bell ringer, gym janitor and college cor respondent for the Galesburg Daily Mail. In college his literary ability developed and he became editor of the school publications. After grad uation he supported himself as ad vertising manager of a department store and sales manager of a busi ness machines firm. He entered politics, became a re porter, and in 1917, Carl Sandburg joined the staff of the Chicago Daily News, where his work has been out standing. A rolling stone, a restless jack-of- all-trades has been Carl Sandburg, but from the time of his literary awakening in college, he has writ ten steadily stories for children, a biography of Lincoln, and hundreds of poems about the mass of people. So, if that boy of yours is rest less, if be skips from place to place, be patient. Carl Sandburg gained fame by knowing many people, many jobs, many problems. e-WNU Servi«. Q [ By FRED HARMAN Bronc Witnesses a Brandin’ Party D Curse of Progress HEV. P A - - YOU'RE GOIN AT T H IS FARMIN’ BUSINESS TH' WRONfi wav LEM M E S H O W VOU H O W W E O O IT V_, AT SC HO OL / 7 F z" No Sale Druggist (infuriated at being aroused at 2 a. m .)—Five cents’ worth of bicarbonate of soda for in digestion at this time of night! Why, a glass oi hot water would have done just as well. MacDougal—Weel weel, 1 thank ye for the advice, and I ’ll not bother ye after all. Good night. Papa Still Pop •‘From now on, father,” said the bright offspring, “ I've decided to paddle my own canoe.” “Splendid!” approved the relieved parent. “ Yes, sir,” went on the boy, “ and so I wish you'd lend me 50 bucks to buy the canoe to paddle.” □ t MORNING EXERCISES wakk up s t t i n w « cms , tm up and Aus 14 * t£ MOP N INA MI WAS 601X6 fo SIAM DO* 1X6 EXERCISIS OOMS WINDOW By GI.UYAS WILLIAMS DtdDtS Ht MI6HÏ AS WflLWAIffoR 1HE ROOM 1b 6t< WARM AHO JUMPS BACK INIÖ BED ATTP A WHILE CLIMBS OUflb&EftHAMDPI* W IK H W fW N « HEW0N„ Line Busy First Neighbor—May I use your telephone? Second Ditto—Certainly I Is yours out of order? 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