The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1894-03-19
CORRESPONDENCE.
Neighborhood News Contributed by Lo-
cal Writers.
MOSIER.

Mrs. VIM. Watson is convalescing
after quite an illness.
The early lark and robin are seeking
the worm in this locality.
Mrs. Frank Hunter, sister to Lee
Evans, is visiting friends here.
Road Supervisor Miller is at work on
the roads in and around Mosier.
VIM. Watson lost two valuable cows
during the recent rise in Rock Greek.
The 18th of Ireland was duly cele-
brated here and the wearing of the
green INDUCED in by our local tmicks.' -
School meeting in this district re-
Gently resulted in the choice of Rev. Mr..
Stark for trustee and A. Lamb for clerk,
NJ. Goberson and J. D. Mosier retiring.
Merchant Jas. Flaherty and family
left this week for the Lewis river coun-
try, in Washington, where "Jim" has
as fine ranch as ere the sun shone on.
Will return the coming fall.
Our genial merchant, Dick, is wrest-
ling with the trials of bachelorhood, while
his better-half, Mrs. Powers, is enjoying
herself at the Midwinter fair and visit
ing friends in the Gate city.
News items are plentiful, but owing
to scarcity of your reporter, whose ac-
count is somewhat overdue at the store
headquarters for all foreign and domes-
tic gossipl we cannot garner them in as
we otherwise will when we settle up.
Notwithstanding the bad weather that
Mr.. Salinger has had to contend with,
he has opened up four acres of land ad-
joining his large field, the past winter.
He's had to rustic to do it, but he, and
the boys too, for that matter, are built
on that plan from the ground up.
Gentle Annie and spring time are
both here, but spring herself, billed by
Mr.. Aver for March list, has failed to
arrive. LATER-She's arrove, ushered
in by three-days shower, which would
have washed away our pig pen, had we
purchased a pig last fall and put the
pen where we thought of.
We would't pretend to say how much
land the Lee Evans force has grubbed
out the past fall and winter, but when
he wages war against the tap root some
things got to come, and it is always the
grub. Mr.. Evans is getting his land
in such shape that he will not have
much more work of this kind to contend
with. However, we can supply him
with a job.
Rev. Mr.. Aleridge is developing into
bull-whacker of no small merit. He
has purchased pair of steers from Mr.
Salinger, for which, if he tackles with
the same unrelenting style that he
tackles the sinner when expounding the
Scriptures, we would say there is no es-
cape. Come under the yoke, buck ah !
or suffer yourself to be cut up into round
steak with a bull whip.
Text: Scan a man raise figs from
thistles?' Nope, can't be done. If you
want to raise figs you must plant fig
tree. The same way with apples and
pears and prunes and peaches. If you
want to raise pumpkin pie next
Thanksgiving, you must plant pumpkin
seed; if you want to eat carrots next
winter, plant carrot seed; the same way
with potatoes, onions, turnips, tomatoes,
sauerkraut, pork, beans and hard-tack.
My good neighbor, there is no reason
why we should not live on the top of
the heap next winter, if we raise the
heap to live on. The old earth has had
a, thorough soaking the past winter.