The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-03-18

the rough riders were there in force.
The candidates for Mayor were Tom
Halliday and Elwood L. Clark. Mr..
Halliday represented the conserva-
tives and Mr.. Clark the progressives.
Mr.. Clark was elected by a three to
one majority, because the spirit of
progress is in the air at Vale. When
you come to look over Tom Halliday,
you will find a pretty good looking
fellow. The only trouble with Tom
Halliday is that he wears a goatee
and COATES are out Of STYLE If he
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had cut off that goatee he would have
cut the majority against him at
least so per cent. But all of us are
possessed of some vice or other. So
long as man does nothing worse
than grow shin whiskers he is not in
danger of eternal demnation. He
can still run for county treasurer
and probably be elected Mayor
Clark is what you would call hand
some man. He takes off his hat
every time he says anything, but if
we were as good looking as he, we
wouldn't wear hat at all. He has
plenty of good sense, energy, enthus-
iasm, civic pride and business ability.
Like the rest of the Clark family,
he is a banker. The family resem-
blance continues in that he is most
successful banker. AS Mayor he will
help Vale grow and shape her above
mentioned destiny. The other mem
bers of the newly elected city admin
istration are Messrs. H. P. Osborn,
W. A. Glenn, Erbie Hayes, council
men; z. C. Wilson, recorder; ]. R.
Weaver treasurer; John Dolan, mar
shall. They are pretty good bunch.
There is Osborn. Osborn and
Davidson are as thick as
two peas on the oil and gas
proposition. He talks about the geo.
logical formation as blighly as the
robin sings. He will tell you about
strata laying upon strata like flap
jacks, jerk a ten-pound rock out of
his pistol pocket and tell you to
smell that. If you don't get Whit
Of kerosene he will make you rub
the rock until you do. Most people
soon admit sencing a little scent
whether they do or not. We had
bad cold when in Vale but Davidson
and Osborn soon convinced US that
we could smell the oil. 1t smells
like a tule swamp in August. There
is no oil stock for sale at Vale. OF
course everybody has friend who is
a little pushed for money and would
sell q small part of his holdings, in
order to get through the winter. But
there is no stock on the market ex-
cept few million shares. These
shares are being bought up by the
natives.
When you start to write
about people and things you should
start at the beginning. Anybody
knows that. We never do, because If
we did, we would never get through
genesis. We are no Emphatic in our
compositions. We start in the middle
in hopes that we will get out at one
end or the other. 1t makes no differ
ence where we emerge, II we emerge
at all. In this case we will probably
stop where we should have started.
When you go to Vale you first go to
Ontario. That statement is fact.
At Ontario you take the Malheur val
ley train, Tho conductor of this
train usually wears gold braid cap,
red hair and boil, After taking
up the tickets he changes his uniform,
by substituting SLOUGH hat for the
gold-braid cap. After he makes this
change he Is at liberty to answer
questions, and no will do it too. He
is pleasant, affablo chap, gentle in
demeanor and accommodating in
business. He runs his train near the
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genuity and generalship. The Malheur
Valley railroad has arranged it so
that you can ride right into Vale,
turn right around and ride right out
again. You can do that but you
won't No man ever wanted to do
that. You will prefer staying awhile.
You will walk up town and of course
drop into the Drexel, You will see
standing behind the desk a good look
ing young man, of the blonde
persuasion, sleek and little in
clined to the embonpoint He has
dimple in his chin and a merry twin
kle in his eye. His appearance is an
eloquent advertisement for the grill.