Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1906-09-10


,sttiest women on earth, all intent
seeing all there was to see, and
II apparently realizing that it would
ote them seven days instead of six
10 do It.
Beauty Lane.
On entering the gate, a regular
s,reet leads to the pavilion, street
S,ined with restaurants, soda foun-
tains. candy shops, and other places
Of the kind calculated to tempt both
voung and old, and to make restless
n ,bo small change in the pocket of
K both dad" and the young fellow
II who escorted dads" girl.
Along this street is also seen the
first industrial display-there being
Il many hardware, marchinery and
4 farm implement displays. None of
i them were completed, but all, or
nearly all were in shape when the
fair opened today All these dis
nlavs are taking shape, and there
are articles innumerable. There are
wind mills, wagons, buggies, pumps
of every style, except those used in
dancing, and all kinds and styles of
gasoline engines to run them with;
graders and dippers for prunes, hop
presses, wire, wire netting and fenc-
ing, plows, harrows, in fact every
thing necessary to run a farm except
the dinner horn and the hired girl
At the first turn to the north and
nearly north of the pavilion Is To-
Gated a merry -go-round, where the
little folks, and spoony folks can
have the time of their lives. There
the Youngsters will laugh and the
erstwhile timid Sarah Jane, will
snuggle up to John Henry, and chew
gum and leave few tell tale hairs
on the shoulder of his coat, for his
future alteration.
Thinking of these things the horse
editor wandered over to the stock
restaurant, while the city editor. who
gets all the news. kisses all the
babies, and has worn all the hair off
the back of his head lifting his hat
to the ladies, naturally struck for the
pavilion.
The Stock Exhibit.
The showing of blooded stock is
a revelation to those who have not
kept in touch with the rapid I'M
provement in Oregon's live stock.
There are so or 60 Jerseys, dainty,
mouse-colored, great-eyed pets, with
heads as clean-cut as a cameo, and
with the grace and airy lightness of
a wild doe. Then there are big red
Durhams, and bald-face Herefords
half as big as freight car and with
backs big enough and fiat enough TO
have a dance on. One cannot realize
the bigness of them, until one begins
to make some mental calculations,
stands by the side of one of them,
and stays there little while, for the
longer one stays the bigger they
seem. In fact there were several Of
them that, barring the lack or
trunks, might be taken as escapes
from Forepaugh's menagerie. The
Judges may know how to CLASSIFY
them but to the uninitiated each one
looked better than the other. Then
there were some big black Polled
Angus, an infringement on the buff
falo, that were simply perfect.
At the Sheep Pens.
The sheep pens are north of the
cattle stables. and the exhibit is "a
magnificent one, though mostly CON
fined to Cottswolds, that being ap-
parents. the breed best adapted to
conditions in the Willamette valley.
In one pen big eve was lying in the
straw. and at first glance she looked
like a forty-pound wool matteress'
ripped up the back. and the con-
tents pulled out on each side. she
seemed somewhat uncomfortable
and no doubt would have appreciated
a shirt-waist more of the peek-a-boo
order. Her clothes had not been 10
the laundry, but in the next pen were
pair of youngsters with their
leeces as clean as company hand
kerchief and they looked as pretty
and pert" as school girls. There
were a few pens of Rambouillets
(this spelled in the fonetik SYSTEM
and some others whose ancestory is
unknown to the writer, whose
knowledge of shep is confined TO
the flavor after it is dead and
place in the row of mems they sort of