THURSDAY, APRIL 4, 1»29
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MARK E. MOE................................................... Editor
REPEAT THE STAMPEDE
A few thousand visitors spent the fourth of
July in Vernonia last year, attracted by the stam.-
pede and Fourth of July celebration.
Hundreds of these visitors had never ventured
through the Nehalem valley before, but were favor
ably impressed with the scenic beauty and indus
trial possibilities of this section of the country.
We would like to see Vernonia this year again
flooded with visiters from surrounding cities and
the countryside, to attend another stampede and
Fourth of July celebration.
The first attempt of stampede, while success
ful from a financial standpoint, showed that the
experienced gained would be very beneficial for
following affairs of this nature, and the overhead
this year, should the business men decide to spon
sor another celebration of this kind, would probab
ly be one third less than in 1928.
The farmers and those living in the Nehalem
valley seem very anxious that this city would again
hold a stampede on the fourth, and would rather
spend their Fourth in Vernonia than go to the
beach or a city like Hillsboro, which has for the
last ten years or more sponsored the same kind of
a show, consisting of concessions and a fair.
This year with a sufficient time for planning
an extensive publicity campaign our stampede
should go over with much larger success than last
year, and with sufficient funds now in the bank to
start the ball rolling, it may not be necessary to re
quest any further assistance to sponsor our celebra
tion other than that the committee give their time
and efforts and put the affair across for the good
of Vernonia.
It must be remembered that last year the
grounds at the ball park were not properly spaced
off with fences nor were there sufficient seats to
accommodate the crowds which caused hundreds
of strangers to decide not to enter and they drove
back to town without witnessing the stampede.
The seating capacity at the ball park now
numbers around 700 while last year at the fourth
alone over $1250 was received for paid admissions.
The entire grounds around the bleachers should
be fenced off, so that there would be no danger of
wild bucking horses or steers running amuck into
the crowd.
The road leading to the ball park should be,
scraped before dry weather sets in, it bring nearly
impossible for cars to drive up to the enclosure
last year.
For giving our city publicity, the stampede is
worth thousands of dollars to Vernonia.
SUPPORT BASEBALL TEAM
Employees of the Oregon American Lumber
company are eagerly waiting for the baseball
season to open up in Vernonia, and have already
picked players to fill different positions on the
team.
Why Vernonia has been weak in supporting
its home team is a mystery unless the reasons that
a good majority of the people are out on the high
ways on a Sunday, or are not interested in a base
ball game, which would make Vernonia stand out
as the only city probably in the United States whose
people were not interested in the great national
pastime.
Every team needs a reasonably good atten
dance, which carries them through for the season,
knowing that the home folks appreciate their ef
forts, and are supporting them with the greatest
support that they can give, attending the games
played at home.
CLOSE EARLIER
Salesman and others tell us that Vernonia is
one of the few cities in Oregon whose merchants
do not close their place of business at 6:00 p.m. on
week days.
With the exception of Saturdays and Fridays,
which fall on paydays, all shop keepers could have
the evening to spend with their families or mingle
with their friends, rather than have to keep his
place of business open to 8:00 p.m. because other
merchants keep open.
A little cooperation between the storekeepers,
whereby all would agree to close at a certain time,
would mean everything to the man who could take
a ride into the country after closing time, or in#
dulge in a game of tennis or golf instead of waiting
until a late hour to close his shop, and the buying
public would be more the willing to do their shop
ping earlier if a specified closing time was stated.
Those who usually join every organization
sometimes lose interest in the greatest of all, “Their
home.”
(let in practice, boost for your home town,
ou'll like it, and your listeners will like you the
setter for it.
Emotional people are easily swayed, but not
always to our way of thinking.
Again Leudeniann saved the situ
ation. He was a little fellow and
simple-hearted. but a grout char
acter.
When bad times came
LeUdemnnn was at bls best.
“We didn't lie there for pleasure,"
he said In Ids dry way as he looked
up at the big Englishman.
“We
had orders from our owner not to
sail until we got word."
“How so?”
“Haven’t you been warned then
about German cruisers?"
“Wliat’s that?"
"Haven't you heard about the
Moewe and auxiliary cruiser See
udler."
The search oilleer turned to me.
“Wlmt about this that your mate
Is saying, captain?”
My stomach felt much hotter
now that Leudeniann had spoken
So I thought I might as well give
the Englishman a good dose.
“There were rumors at home In
Norway llmt two cruisers and six
teen German submarines had pul
out of port.”
The search officer's comrade, who
had been looking around Hie cabin,
came over to us when lie beard all
this.
“1 think we had better be going,"
he spoke up suddenly.
“Yes," replied the other, and
they went on deck.
“Your papers are nil right, cap
tain," said the search officer, “but
you will have to wait here for an
•Uy □oe," I shouted, "ure you try
ing to sink my boat?"
I could bear men running below
to all parts of the ship. I climbed
down roaring. One of the men
spoke up.
•They are cutting the fuses and
closing the flood valves.”
“Fuses, flood valves, by Joe.
How's that happen, by Joe?"
Then one of the men said: "But
some one called down that all was
lost I
Afterward you called ‘open’
and we thought you meant open
the flood valves.”
Tlie fuses hud been burning for
eight minutes out of their fifteen,
and hundreds of gallons of water
were pouring Into the ship.
By Joe, I looked for the fellow
who said "All Is lost.”
He came
forward at once and confessed.
“I wasn't calling to the men he
low.
I merely said It to myself.”
“Why do you say •all Is lost,1
by Joe, Just when everything is
fine?"
“Well, captain, when the Eng
llshmnn said that we would have
to wait for an hour, I thought to
myself that the game was up. II
meant that he Is keeping us wait
Ing while he sends a wireless to
Copenhagen asking about the Irma
when there Is no Irma."
“By Joe," I said, “that’s right."
In our excitement, neither I nor
my officers had thought about the
wireless.
It had not occurred to
us to ask ourselves why we had
been ordered to stand by for a
whole hour We didn’t even think
of Lloyd's Register.
The search
officer might have gone buck to Ills
ship to look up the Irma tn the
Register, where there was no Irma
For days 1 had been on deck In
the storm and In the ice regions.
For the past half hour I had gone
through worse turmoil even than
that.
And now, when everything
seemed clear, tlie sky looked black
again and that quid of tobacco
started getting In its dirty work
I went to the rail and hung there
on my elbow, staring through m.v
binoculars at the Avenger and
watching for the flag signal.
My
band shook, and Instead of only
one 1 could see three cruisers tn
my glass.
I handed It to Leude-
hour until you get u signal to pro
ceed."
“All right, Mister Officer.”
One of my boys, who was of a
pessimistic turn of mind, beard
this.
As he walked away from
my cabin he said out loud to him
self:
"Everything Is lost.”
Down below were the members
of my crew, waiting in the dark.
They were rigid beneath the floor
of the deck, straining their ears
to catch any word that might give
them an idea how things were go
ing on deck. They beard the ex
clamation, "Everything is lost,” and
took It for the official word that
we were discovered and for tlie
command to do wliat was to be
done In tliat case.
They lit the
fuses of the three bombs tliat were mann and while no took a look I
to blow up the ship, and waited leaned there with the code book In
for the hutches to be opened to let my bund, reudv to decode the sig
them on deck to the limits.
The nal when It came.
I don't know how long it was, fif
fuses would burn for fifteen min
teen minutes or an hour, but finally
utes.
three
little Hags went up the sig
The British were In their bout
now, trying to push olT.
But we nal rope. Old Imperturbable Leude-
can't hold a sidling sldp in one maun steadied Ills glass. At last
place like a steamer.
She keeps he made out the signal:
“T-M-B."
drifting.
And the suction of the
I thumbed the book clumsily. It
.Seemlier as she drifted held their
seemed
ns though I would never
boat so It couldn't get away. What
was still worse, It kept slipping find T-M-B. But there It was. It
aft, and If it got under our stern, meant “Planet." Nonsense. Read
they would liuve been sure to see tlie signal again.
I was getting weaker anil weak
our propeller.
A sailship with a
propeller? Yes, sometimes, but we er, whether from the anxiety “or
would have been done for, as there from tliat quid, I don't know. This
was nothing to that effect In our time he read:
“T X-B.”
papers. Seizing a rope, I tossed It
"I’ages, columns, and then the
overboard toward them.
right
place. . . .
Continue voy
"Take the rope, Mister Officer,
age.
take the rope,” I shouted, ns though
I felt ns though my heart had
clumsily trying to help them.
That made them look up, so tlmt two valves Instead of one and was
I
the rope might not full on their pumping madly through both.
heads.
1 heaved the rope Just ns sat down and breathed heavily. In
stead
of
going
about
their
ordinary
they were sliding around our stern
and away. Tlie officer thanked me, tasks my men wanted to yell like
and one of them, angry with Ids Indians.
Hello, what’s this? The Avenger,
men for not being able to push the
with her 15,000 tons driven by 100,-
boat off, exclaimed:
000 horse-power engines, was rac
“I have only fools on my boat.”
Huge streams
“Yes,
maybe you
have”
I ing straight at us.
thought, "and maybe you lire the of smoke and great flames like
torches poured out of her three
worst fooled one of all I”
My stomach was quite normal funnels ns her safety valves blew
now. I was so happy that 1 even out from the over-pressure of her
Just as she got on top
felt ns though I could digest that boilers.
quid of tobacco. The men on deck of us she swerved off. At her stern
I did not need a
felt like cheering and singing, but flew a signal.
code book. 1 knew that signal by
heart—Happy Voyage. We raised
the signal—thanks—and
dipped
our Norwegian ting three times.
The British had behaved like gen
tlemen toward us. I think the way
they pointed their guns at us when
they came up to us was a bit of
a Joke.
The hour they made us
wait was, I think, to enable them
to make wireless Inquiries about
the story we told of German cruis
ers and submarines.
The search
officer did Ills work courteously and
well.
No seaman should try to
make another seaman ridiculous.
We were disguised so well that he
could have suspected nothing.
In
his place, I should have been fooled
exactly ns he was, and so would
liny other officer.
"And now, boys, let's celebrate
Christmas!”
We dumped our deck load of lum
ber Into the sen, and cleared the
deck for n big time. I had n Christ
mas tree Hint I had brought from
The Seeadler.
home. We set It up.
Before the
they hud orders to go' on about Seemlier left port, Fraulein Bertha
their Jobs as though nothing un Krupp hnd sent us a huge box full
usual had been going on, until tlie of Christmas presents, something
cruiser was far and away. They for every man. We opened It and
Just grinned, but so broad were the found clothing, cigars, pipes, cig
grins that I thought they would arettes,
cigar
holders,
knives,
split their faces.
liquor, soft drinks, and musical In
My first thought was to bring the st rumen ts.
Imppy news to the boys in the dark
It was the merriest Christmas of
ness down below.
I went to one our lives.
Singing “Yo-ho” and
of the secret hatches, which they cheering up with mnny bottles of
hud fastened from within.
rum, we bended south to play our
“Open/* 1 shouted.
role as buccaneers.
There were vague sounds below
"Open up,” I culled again.
CHAPTER IV
Then I heard n muffled voice
say:
We Capture ths Gladys Royal and
“Open the flood valves."
ths Lundy Island.
"What's that'.-" I yelled. "What's
the matter? Open the hatch I”
• » A LL hands on deck I”
The batch opened. I saw trou
4* Aloft my boys flew. Into
bled faces.
I could hear water the rigging and up the ratlines like
rushln;’. Into the ship
After the show enjoy a dish of
CHOP SUEY
Mary Kato
Vernonia Chop Suoy Kitchen
Back of Bank
"Loose the fore-taupsl I” boomed
up from the quarter deck.
“All gone, the fore-taups’l,” they
sang out.
“Loose the ga’uts’ls and stays'ls!”
The sails were sheeted home and
were tilling out
We didn’t lose
much time in getting her away.
Lying over on our beam ends and
running before the wind, we set
our course for Madeira.
We knew that Just off Glhral
tar would be one of our best hunt
ing grounds, so we cleared away
the remains of our Norwegian cam
ouflage. and after a few days we
were as spick and cleau and or
derly as a German auxiliary cruiser
should be.
We were the Irma no
longer, but tlie Seeadler now, al
though I felt a pang of regret al
letting go the name that had served
us so well and brought us luck.
There was constant labor on the
motor. The lubricating oil we had
was of poor quality. Oil, like many
other things, had become scarce in
Germany. Our enterprise hud the
enthusiastic support of only a few
of the officials at the admiralty
The others thought It certainly
foredoomed to failure, and did not
want to risk too much on It. Among
those were the bends of the de
partinent that supplied us with oil
A sailing vessel under tlie pressure
of sail nearly always lists to one
side. The work of the motor was
hampered by n leaning position We
sailed most of the time throughout
our cruise with the motor dis
mantled.
We had only two guns, and only
one at a time could be brought Into
action against an enemy. Our or
ders were to attack sailing ships
only. Windjammer against steam
sldp was considered a ridiculous
Idea.
We would not need great
broadsides of cannon In capturing
sailing vessels. We tried to make
up for our lack of gun power by
skill and precision In handling tlie
guns we laid. Onr gun crew worked
Incessantly at drill and target
practice, and schooled themselves
to such quickness and accuracy of
tire that the power of our arms
ment. In effect, was doubled.
Our lookout posts were excellent.
We had a crow's nest with a coni
fortable seat high up on tlie mast
Only a man nt ease watches well
A second lookout was on the fore
mast, where a petty officer was
perched. I offered ten pounds ster
ling and a hottie of champagne to
whoever should report a ship first
A Jealous rivalry grew up between
the lookouts. In each raged a tre
mendous thirst for that bottle ot
champagne. All day long eager eyes
swept the horizon.
On January 9, off Gibraltar, the
shout rang out:
“Ship ahoy.”
On our larboard side was a targe
steamer beading toward us. Flying
our Norwegian colors, we turned to
meet her.
She flew no flag and
carried no name. The British were
the only people who sent tlielr
boats out without names. She
looked of British build, too.
Our
orders were not to take steamers.
Well, you can promise a lot. We
raised the signal:
'‘Chronometer time, please.”
A sailing ship long away from
port rarely has the correct time.
Our request was reasonable enough.
The steamer signaled that she un
derstood us, and came to the wind
ward so that we could heave to.
I wore my greatcoat to couceal my
uniform. Those of tlie crew that
bad rifles hid themselves behind the
railings.
The steamer came near, ready to
give the sleepy old Norwegian the
time.
“Shall we tackle him?” I asked
one of my sailors who was
crouched next to me peering
through a loophole.
“Sure, let’s take him. He's an
Englishman.”
I shouted the command, and the
drum beat “clear for action."
A
section of the rail could be lowered
and raised as a gun shield.
It
dropped clattering and revealed the
muzzle of the cannon.
Up with
the German flag and fire, one across
her bows.
It was the Seeadler's first shot
against the enemy.
What's that, by Joe? Nothing
happened, no movement on deck,
no slowing down of the ship. Then
n flag went up the must, the British
ting. It was like the fantastic things
that happen In a dream. I thought
I must he asleep.
Another shot
across her bows.
She suddenly
changes her course. Hello, she
wants to get away. A shot over the
stern, another over the smoke
stack, and now she hove to.
A boat was In the water rowing
townrd us. We all put on our best
manners, and I welcomed Captain
Chewn aboard the Seeadler. What
did we want of him, he asked, so
bewildered that he stuttered. “Well,
first a friendly chat,” I replied.
He was an old salt with a scraggl.v
gray beard. I liked him right off.
Ills ship was the Gladys Royal,
bound from Cardiff with five thou
sand tons of coal for Buenos
Aires.
I told him that, much
ns I disliked sending any ship to
the bottom of the sea, nevertheless,
we must sink the Gladys Royal.
"Oh, no,” he argued, “we are
bound for a neutral port and won't
harm anything. It will be bad for
me to lose my ship, and I have a
wife and children nt home.”
“Do you believe, Captain Chewn,
that under the same circumstances,
a British naval officer would show
any mercy to a German ship?”
He made no reply.
We now got an explanation of
the queer behavior of his ship that
had so puzzled us after our first
shot Captain Chewn, an old-timer
at sea, simply thought we were try
ing to compare time In the old
traditional way, by firing a blank
mortar. He had raised Ills flag to
serve as the mortar shot on his
side.
He would afterward lower
It to give the exnet moment. That
Is the way In vogue today.
But
when our second shot was fired the
cook on the Gladys Royal saw the
shell strike the water and thought
we had sighted a submarine and
were tiring at it.
He gave the
alarm anil the captain started to
zigzag. It was only after the third
shot that they saw our cannon
pointed at them and the German
battle flag at the masthead.
“By Joe.” said the captain
pounding the rail with open ad
miration, “you fooled me bloody
well.
It was the d—dost trap 1
ever saw.”
I sent a prize crew aboard the
Gladys Royal with orders to have
her follow the Seeadler. I want
ed to wait and blow her up after
nightfall. Cruisers might be roam
ing somewhere 111 these parts, anil
It would be unwise to run the risk
of attracting their attention with
the sound of an explosion.
We photographed our capture
carefully. At dusk we transferred
the steamer’s twenty-six
men,
white and black, to our ship. The
captain brought his belongings
aboard. I also sent Lieutenant
I'rless to pack up everything aboard
the captured vessel that lie thought
we might need and ferry It over.
He displayed excellent Judgment,
too, and turned up with a welcome
store of excellent provisions.
We
sailors could be content with a
sailor’s fare whenever need be. but
we wanted our guests to dine well
at all times to help make up for
the sorrow of losing their ship.
Preiss and his men planted a
bomb In her hold, lit the time fuse,
and took to the boats. Fifteen min
utes passed.
Then the Gladys
Royal trembled fore and aft
She went down stern first, and
In ten minutes her forward quar
ter stuck straight out of the sea
Her bow remained above water for
a long time. A steamer hove into
sight She carried side lights, and
from that we Judged her to be a
neutral. Suddenly a second explo
slop, from the accumulation of air
pressure, burst the bow of the
Gladys Royal. With a final quiver,
she took her last plunge into the
depths and slid out of sight, while
we scurried away Into the nlglit
with all sails set.
Captain Chewn was agreeably
surprised I > find himself assigned
to a cozy cabin. His only complaint
was that he bail no one to enjoy
It with him.
This sociable mar
iner liked compuuy. So we prom
ised to supply him with compan
ions as soon as possible.
Much as we wanted to please
Captain Chewn and show him that
we were accommodating hosts, we
allowed the next ship to sail by
In peace.
She was a British pas
senger steamer bound through
Gibraltar.
We had room enough
for ail her passengers, but we did
not wnnt to be bothered with wom
en and children.
At aoon, with a heavy sea run
ning, we sighted a steamer cutting
diagonally across her course. No
flag, no name. We signaled her for
Information, but there was no re
sponse.
Surely she must be an
Englishman with n hard-boiled effi
cient skipper.
You know how a
British captain often Is, with his
nose right down on his Job, with
no thought except his enrgo and his
lookout for submarines nod cruis
ers?
Well, evidently this clinp
couldn’t be bothered with a funny
old Norwegian windjammer. Sails
set and motor running, we held
across bls course and got In front
of him. Now, at sea, a sailing ves
sel always has the right of way
over a steamship because the lat
ter cun maneuver more rapidly. But
that meant nothing to this steam
ship. She swerved not an inch and
seemed quite content to run us
down.
We had to Jib and let him go in
the wind, or there would have been
u collision. Tlie Englishman passed
us at three hundred yards.
The German flag was climbing
swiftly to our masthead.
"Fire,” I commanded, "let’s see
If that will make him change bls
mind.”
The gun boomed and a shell went
screaming over the steamer.
“By Joe,” I said, "he sticks to
his opinions.”
Tlie steamer’s stacks belclied
forth clouds of smoke. Her course
changed not at all. Another shot,
this one, by way of emphasis. Just
over the smokestack. The steamer
turned into the wind.
“A wise baby, that skipper,” com
mented Leudeniann sarcastically.
"He knows a windjammer can’t
sail against the wind.”
We of course couldn’t catch
liltn in a chase, but our range was
| still point blank. A shot through
the smokestack and a couple into
| the hull.
We could see the crew
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Portland, Oregon
running around wildly.-A siren "was
screaming.
A shell exploded on
deck. The propeller stopped, and
the steamer slowed down and lay
rolling In the trough of the sea.
The Englishman
must
have
known that be hadn't a ghost of
u chance to escape under fire at
such close range. First of all, he
had been discourteous In Ig
noring our friendly signals. Then
he had vloluted the rules of ocean
traffic in not giving our clipper the
right of way.
Aud now In cold
blood he had endangered the Ilves
of Ills crew. According to the un
written rules of etiquette among
pirates and raiders. It was up to
us to put out a boat and bourd
a prize.
But Instead I signaled
the steamer:
“Captain, come aboard I”
Let
him come over to us. It he's such
a tough guy we’ll show him who
rules the waves In this part of the
Atlantic.
average or poor quality and
packing it for sale in prints that
are not sold on basis of score.
Oregon Dairy Facte Given
In Oregon there are 108
creameries, 56 cheese factories,
8 condenseries, 6 cottage cheese
factories and 43 ice cream man
ufactories. Eliminating duplica
tions, such as occurs when a
concern reports as both a cream
ery and a cheese factory, there
are 180 establishments or plants
for manufacturing dairy pro
ducts in Oregon. In addition to
this are 70 cream shipping sta
tions, finds the erperiment sta
tion.
Albany—Nine new bridges in
Linn county will be constructed
on 1929 program.
(Continued next week)
Grading Ba,i> of Payment
A number of creameries in
Oregon have adopted plans for|
grading of cream as a basis of
payment of butterfat. Theroreti-1
cally sweet cream receives a
premium and sour cream is pen-!
alized, but actually competition
is so severe that very few pay I
lower for sour cream, finds the;
experiment station. Premiums,1
when paid, range from 2 to 5
cents per pound of butterfat.
The general practice of cream
eries is to mix sweet and sour
cream, making a butter of only
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