Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-05-04

visit to Southern Oregon, and over
as far as Hit, California, to take a
look at the mine belonging to John
M. Densmore of this city and his
partner, Mr.. Cavan, of Ashland. 1t
was a beautiful trip, beautiful day,
readers a little something about it.
Going up the Rogue River valley
was a trip never to be forgotten.
The valley, always beautiful, was at
its best and that means that it was
simply Incompatible. The trees
were in full foliage, the orchards so
clean and perfectly cultivated, so
carefully pruned, showing that fruit
growing in that section is in the ma
ture of fine art. What was most
surprising was the vast amount of
new orchards. Everywhere the lit
tie one and two-year-old trees were
in evidence, mile after mile of them,
until one was forced to wonder If
there were really people enough in
lusciousness that in few years will
bend the tired branches to the
breaking point The ranches and
ranchers looked alive and thrifty,
and Central Point Medford and Ash
land all were booming. At Ashland
having some business to look after,
/ did not have time to sample the
dining room which is said to be one
of the best in the country, as far
as the returns" are concerned, so
/ tackled the lunch counter, pre-
, sided over by bright and vivacious
girl with eyes like pansies and a
voice like falling wateps. l sampled
two eggs, and found them so good
that I sampled two more. Then, as
1 was in a hurry and the eggs didn't
have any bones in them, took n
third whack at them. The girl
smiled, so did 1, not to be smiling,
but Just for the credit of Salem, for
smile than I can, especially when I
am smiling for Salem. l saw she
had an idea that I liked eggs, and
with my most Chesterfieldian man
ner said, Pardon my seeming
partiality for your eggs, but my mid
die name is 'Hennery' and am
never really happy unless I feel like
a freshly loaded incubator" At
this she dropped her eyes into her
apron, where she wouldn't lose
them, and getting one of them back,
she coyly peeped out of the south
west corner of the lightly dropped
lid and suggested that pie would
make a good top dressing for the
Matching. l inquired the kind of
pie she had on tap, and was demure-
ly informed that perhaps a lemon
might fit the rotundity where the
eggs were in storage. AS a loyal
Salemite refused tg let her hand it
to me, and the train starting just
then, l faded; but that vision still
remains with me. But 1 digress;
started to talk about apples and here
] am in the middle of Peach story |
It's an awful bad habit, but I can't
help it.
The ride over the Siskiyous was
simply indescribable. We kept
climbing up and still up, until Mt. !
Pitt seemed only on level with us,
and then suddenly we dropped over
the summit and out of sight of Mt
Pitt, but in it's place was Shasta !
with a nice freshly laundered shirt
on. so big, and grand, and tempting. |
that 1 wished / was big enough to
eat it with a spoon like the big dish |
of ice cream it was, and that / had
a dish of Strawberries big enough 70
go with 1t as a side dish. Maybe it !
was the eggs in my incubator that /
made me feel that way, maybe it
was the Ashland girl, don't pre-
tend to analyze such sensations.
Hilt, my destination, was soon
reached and here was another sur
prise. The town is the headquar-
ters of lumber company that has
a railroad running back into the
timber some six miles, and 1t is a
typical lumber town The houses
are all rough. battened affairs, in
'poeent of paint; and the fora and |
fauna seemed to be tin cans, gaudy |
of label, and dogs chat were mostly
BARK
There was one exception \
building, frame, but credit to any |
small town. nicely painted, with a |
broad porch and a lot of comforta-
BILE chairs inviting one TO rest.
took one look at it and accepted the !
invitation / wanted some place to
leave my suit case clean collar and |
other socks, that expected to dress
mp in when / returned to Salem.
It proved to be a veritable oasis
in the desert, for it was a saloon
/ was most astonishing saloon too, /
for such a place. The room is
rrge and as clean as the average