TILLAMOOK HEADLlftlT, SEPTEMBER 4
HAPPENED IN THE STONE AGE
Beautiful Love Story of How Cava
Man Showed His Great Devotion
for His Mate.
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Club, the cave man, hurried home
through the early dawn. Slung from
his shoulder were three large stones,
and on his face was an anxious gr|n.
At the door of the cave stood Bia, the
cave woman, a scowl of wrath In her
face, and a large, knotty club In her
hand.
Glub gulped when he saw her, and
hastily set the stones on the ground.
Grinning sheepishly, he approached
and struck her affectionately on the
side of the Jaw, following the blow
with a tug at her black hair. But
these blandishments were all lost on
Bia, the stony-hearted, who fixed him
In the eye with the largest knot on
the club.
“Have a heart, sweetie"—or words
to that effect—begged Glub.
At the sound of his voice, Bia broke
Into a prehistoric snuffle and removed
the club from her mate’s eye.
“Where have you been?” she sniffed.
"I'll bet I know. I’ll bet you've been
over with those nasty, lowdown tree
dwellers rolling bones till all hours,
with your wife and children waiting
for you and thinking you had been
run over by a glacier, and the best
Ichthyosaurus stew you ever saw go
ing to waste. OI Boo I Hoo I"
Breaking into loud, paleolithic sobs,
Bia once more brought the club to
bear upon her spouse’s plthecanthropic
mnp. Glub was grieved and her re
proaches made him feel guilty, so he
knocked her down apologetically and
confessed that she was right. He had
been rolling bones with Sweek, the
tree dweller.
“Yes,” howled Bia. "I know it. I
knew you were rolling bones. ’ A fine
thing for a man with a family to
gamble away all hfs good shells and
stones and even skins, when the chil
dren have hardly a whole fig leaf to
their names, and the meat is so low
that unless you scare up a dinosaur
this very day we shall starve. Fine go
ings on for a man with a family that
needs to be saving his strength to
go out and get meat for them and fig
leaves and skins to keep them warm I”
Glub was repentant.
"Bia,” he said. “I know ft was
wrong to gamble—very, very wrong—
but see what I won from Sweek, the
tree dweller. See the three hollow
stones filled with dinosaur meat and
Adam’s apples. ' Wah 1 What do you
think of your Glub now?”
Bln, In the transports of her 1oy
flung the duh Into the cave, and flung
herself upon Glub's neck, choking him
violently.
“My own Glub I" she cried. “Come
into the cave and have breakfast.”
Moral: There is nothing new un
der the sun.—Detroit Free Press.
Observed Father’s Wish.
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BOUND TO GET THAT HAT
OLD WELL STILL PRODUCING
Hole Drilled for Oil In Pico Canyon,
California, Continuée to Pour
Forth Wealth.
The first known discovery of petro
leum In California vias made In 1865,
by u Mexican hunter, who had followed
a deer trail to the head of Pico canyon
In Los Angeles county, near the pres
ent town of Newhall.
He came upon a seepage of sticky
fluid that wns unknown to him.
Prompted by curiosity he collected a
small quantity of It and took It to the
mission settlement at San Fernando.
There a Doctor Gelsich, who had for
merly resided In Pennsylvania, Identi
fied It as [tetroleum and at once formed
a company and staked out claims. In
1870 a shallo,w well was drilled at the
head of Pico canyon, and is snld to have
produced at the time of drilling be
tween 70 and 75 barrels of oil per
day.
About this time D. G. Scofield
formed what was known as the Cali
fornia Star Oil company. Later the
Pacific Oil company was fortned, and
the two companies were operated un
der the same management—C. A. Men-
try being field superintendent, and Mr.
Scofield, vice president and general
manager.
The old well today Is the property
of the Standard Oil company of Cal
ifornia, and stands as the first and
oldest well In the state. It has never
been a prominent factor In California’s
petroleum Industry as It Is known to
day, but while hundreds of wells since
drilled haven't even a derrick left to
mark their location. "No. 4," as it Is
known. Is still alive and still pro-
during.—Petroleum Record.
HISTORIC BERMUDAN CHURCH
st. Peter's Has Many Mementoes of
Interest to Both Englishmen
and Americans.
One of the most Interesting
churches to be found anywhere la old
St. Peter’s In Bermudu. It is in the
told town of St. George’s, and was
built in 1713 on the same site as the
first church, built In 1630. It Is built
of the native white limestone, as are
all the buildings In the Bermudas
and it shows the marks of time.
Everything in and about St. Peter's
Is intensely interesting. Its church
yard contains, among others, the
grave of Hester Tucker, the “Nea” be
loved of Thomas Moore, tile poet, who
was an official at St. George's at one
time, and promptly fell in love with
pretty Hester. Every square inch of
the ol(J church walls, inside, are cov
ered with memorial tablets, many of
them being the work of famous Eng
lish sculptors. Not a few of the tab
lets perpetuate the memory of mem
bers of the English nobility, and it
makes one realize what a scourge yel
low fever and smallpox were before
science got in Its beneficent work, for
allusions to smallpox and yellow fever
being the cause of the deaths are very
numerous. St. Peter’s has a massive
silver communion service presented
by King William III of England, and
a christening basin, the gift of Gov.
William Browne of Salem, Mass., in
1788. The pieces presented by the
king all have the Insignia of the Or-
der of the Garter.
Thackeray’s daughter, Lady Ritchie,
the widow of Sir Richmond Ritchie,
died recently nt the nge of elghty-two.
She had endeared herself to a wide
public by her delightful reminiscences
of her father and of the other famous
Victorians among whom her early life
was spent.
If as a novelist she achieved no
popular success she was Incomparable
in relating anecdotes of the sort fhat
illuminate, about the many remarkable
men and women whom she had known
Intimately. It is much to be regretted
Fighting Famillea.
that. In obedience to Thackeray’s dy
ing wish, she wns precluded from
“The Smiths will win the war” never
writing her father’s “Life.”
appeared on a poster during the con
Ritchie’s “Thackeray” would have flict. Food, airplanes, propaganda and
ranked with Lockhart's “Scott.” Lady other agencies all were offered at some
Ritchie's charming Introductions to time as the balance of power, but the
the biographical edition of “Thacke claims of the Smith family were over
ray" tantalize without satisfying hfs looked. They were ready for the fight,
devotees. The reader wants more.— however, 51,000 strong. An army by
themselves were the Smiths who Joined
Living Age.
the colors. They outdistanced all com
petitors for the first honors, for the
Recording Tree Growth.
Botanists of the Carnegie institu Johnson family only sent 29,000 mem
tion keep an Interesting record of the bers to the conflict. The Jones boys
growth of tree trunks, with their dally numbered n mere 22.500, running even
and seasonal changes of shape, by with thelf- rivals the Greens. America's
means of a new apparatus called the other prolific family, the Browns, gent
“dendrograph." It has two forms, 9.000 men to fight for Uncle Sam. The
each using as a supporting belt a American melting pot nlso turned out
series of wooden blocks hinged to 4,500 Cohens to help chase the Hun
back of the Hindenburg line. In ad
gether and fnstened around the tree.
dition to these armies, there were
In one form of the Instrument, plung
enough hearers of military names to
ers, supporting an encircling wire at
frighten an enemy that had studied
their outer ends, touch the trunk at American history. No less than 74
selected points, and any movement George Washingtons were In the
of a plunger Is transmitted by the ranks; two Ulysses 8. Grants and five
wire to a recording pen on a revolv more without the middle Initial, and
ing cylinder. In the other form, a 79 Robert E. Lees.—Bassett Blackley,
yoke carrying four contacts surrounds in Leslie's.
the tree, the variation In the distances
between the contncts caused by any
8he Fears Nobody.
change In the tree's girth being Indi-
Precocity,
thou art indeed often the
cated on the recording drum.
sauce of life. When the 12-year-old
daughter of a negro laundress brought
Her Offering.
back a customer’s laundry at 11 p. m.
I The elder sister had married a Kro- Saturday the customer, femininely
cer and was well pleased with her curious. Inquired; "Aren’t you afraid
choice. But not so her elghteen-year- to be out alone so late at night?” "Oh,
old sister.
She was taking great no, I got a gun.” responded the daugh
pains to impress the family with her ter of Africa, producing a 82-callber.
ambitions for a husband. “He’ll have loaded revolver from the pocket of
to be a college graduate, a successful her coat and flourishing it about. "I
man In some big business and very never shot It yet,” she continued un
handsome,” she ended.
concernedly to further frightened In
I
The elder sister smiled placidly. quiries. “but I would, all right. If
I
“And what charms.” she asked bland anybody bothered me.” She was hasti
ly. "have you to offer for all these de ly ushered out.—Detroit Free Press.
I mands?”—Indianapolis News.
Clemenceau Was Peevsd.
Pineapple Fiber for Cloth.
The pineapple, curious as It may ap
pear to people In the occident who
know it only as an article of food. Is
> used In China for making cloth. At
Th«
least, Its leaves are so used.
leaf fiber, after being extracted by a
simple process. Is first made Into
thread. The thread Is then spooled
end run on bobbins. Old-fashioned na
tive looms next handle the thread, con
verting It Into a serviceable clotn.
When Rodin modeled the bust of M.
Clemenceau, which now stands among
those of other great Frenchmen In the
senate chamber, his subject was not
at all pleased with It. The big skull,
[(rejecting cheek bones, wrinkled eyes
and drooping mustache were certainly
not flattering.
Scrutinising it, the
“Tiger” knit his brows and growled:
“Who is this Mongol?”
There are even those who say that
was why M. Clemenceau did not favor
a national funeral for Rodin, but “ean
such anger dwell In minds divine?"
Horsier Considered Wade In Cold
Water a 8mall Price to Pay for
Recovery of Headgear.
Buck at home when his hat blew off
and started floating down the creek
he waded right In after It. A wetting
now and then Is nothing, but a good
hut, especially a good Sunday hat. 19
hard to tind, remarks the Indianapolis
News.
He came to Indianapolis on Sun
day. He wore his light-blue Sunday
suit and his best SBnday hat. He had
been reading about the welcome home
preparations and had determined to
see for himself. So when he landed
at the Traction Terminal station he
made a bee-line for Monument circle.
It was all as he had read. The Vic
tory arch, the Greek pillars, all white
and clean, the staid old monument In
the center. Would he be there on
Wednesday when the boys marched
past? Well, now would—?
The frisky May breeze caught his
Sunday hut.
It lifted it high and
wafted It gently down Into the Monu
ment fountain. He looked about In
dismay. The Sunday crowd grinned
and stayed to see the fun. He reap
peared, carrying a long pole,
fished In vain from the sidewalk
his elusive headpiece. Finally, in
gust, he pulled off his tan oxfords
his heavy wool socks. He did
wenr B. V. D.’s, so he rolled up
shanks of Ills long winter variety.
Then shamelessly he waded In. Di
ana, In all her glory, did not excel
this honest Hoosier. The crowd laugh
ed. What did he care? There was his
Sunday hut, sailing evasively about
in the Monument fountain. He plunged
on. The hut was his again. He plant
ed it firmly on his head, put on his
shoes and woolen socks and strolled
down the street.
ITS GLORY BUILT ON SAND
Once Famous Shrine in 1 the Kashmir
Valley, India, Today Pathet Io
in Its Decay.
Pnndrlnthan Is a deserted
crumbling temple in the pleasant
Kashmir valley In India. Its fate la
an example of the oblivion that come«
to those who worship false gods—
another proof of the fleeting glory of
kings who build unwisely.
Long ago I’audrlnthan stood In the
heart of a splendid city—the Srinagar
of history and story. A great king
built the temple walls and planted
the willow trees on the shores of the
lake. It was the court of Naga, the
snake god. Thousands of dark-faced
men and women crossed the tiny bit
of water to lay their offerings and
worship at the shrine.
The great king died a thousand
years ago and gradually his city has
crumbled Into dust. Its magnificence
Is gone. The tottering temple and the
willow trees are the only reminders
of the glory of ttje past.
The seene Is eloquent of a thousand
years of neglect. The waters of the
holy lake are stagnate and black with
slime. The ancient temple Is enten
with decay. The murmur of the wind
among the aged willows suggests the
echo of the chant the priests used to
drone before the altar. The stillness
•nd desolation remind one of the ad
monition, “Let there be no other gods
before Me.”
True Happiness.
Edmund Burke said: “Taking the
whole view of life it Is more Bafe to
live under the Jurisdiction of severe
and steady reason tliun under the em
pire of Indulgent but capricious fash
ion.” It Is not likely that Burke’s
doctrine Is much followed In these
days of excitement and pleasure.
There Is a strong revolt against “se
vere and steady reason” whenever
one looks about him. Pleasure seems
to be the dominant side In all the
activities which one encounters. Hap
piness Is not understood and reully
It is the only good. A man who Is not
happy has gone astray; he Is not re
ligious, nor educated, nor patriotic,
nor helpful to society. Ills body Is
taking a lonn Journey and leaving his
soul behind. A world of materialism
does not understand this. There fa
much regret behind our sensual Joys.
Burke understood this better than we
do. Lives are better built on the idea
he expresses.—Ohio State Journal.
Did Learn Something.
The stubborn optimist bad declared
there wus no one from whom he could
not learn something.
We had disputed him. and had plot
ted to heap confusion upon bls head
by shutting him In with the village
bore who never knew anything for
use.
After two hours with the V. B.. the
S. (I. emerged pale, hut smiling.
“Arrh harrh!” we snarllngly gloat
ed. “And did you learn anything from
him?”
■Yes,” replied the optimist brave
ly. “I learned what an awful thing It
Is to he a person from whom no one
can learn anything.”—fit. Louis-Globe
Democrat.
Poor Mothsr!
Margaret, aged five, had been very
rude to a little guest, and after the
Child had gone home Margaret’s moth
er told her very feelingly how grieved
■he was at her rudeness.
"I’ve tried so hard to make you a
good child. Margaret; to teach you to
be polite and kind to others, and yet,
In spite of my efforts, you ure so rude
■ nd so naughty.”
Margaret, deeply moved, looked sad
ly at her mother and said:
What a failure you are, mother!