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Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
MAN WHO MET TRAGIC
DEATH KNOWN HERE

The parents and other relatives OF
John Shattuck, the Oregon boy who
met tragic death while on hunting
trip In Alaska, are well known In
Southern Oregon, numbering a score
or more of personal friends in Grants
Pass and vicinity who sympathize
with them in their sorrow.
The story of the finding of the
body of Young Shattuck and his two
unfortunate companions is told In
the following account sent out from
Juneau:
THE bodies of Leslie Oliver, John
Shattuck and Dell Linscott, Of Jun
eau and Douglas, who went hunting
Thursday, September 8, on Sheep
Creek Mountain, and were lost In
dense fog, we're found yesterday on
the mountain. They had perished
from hunger, cold and exposure
while endeavoring to reach the top
of the mountain, where there Is a
miners cabin, which would have
sheltered them If they could have
reached It,
THE body of Leslie Oliver, aged
II years, was found about half a
mile from the summit of the noun
tain, and above the timber line. AL
though the body was in plain sight
from the crests and ridges, the
searchers must have passed and re-
passed it many times The boys
shoes were worn through by the
rocks in his struggle to reach the
summit. In his hand was pistol
and by his side a shotgun.
THE hundred men of the search
parties after the discovery of Oil
ver's body, concentrated their efforts
in the neighborhood where II was
found, and finally, after seven hours,
came upon the bodies of Shattuck
and Linscott only quarter Of mile
distant. The bodies were brought to
juneau.
John w. Shattuck was 2 years
old, a graduate OF the University Of
Oregon and promin mt in college ath-
letics. He was living with his broth
er, a banker OF juneau
"Linscott was 20 years old and a
resident Of Douglas The hunters set
out without blankets or proySions,
and were unfamiliar with the coun-
try. Soon after their departure
Sheep Creek Mountain was enyeloped
by a dense fog, and when they did
not return at night steps were taken
to rescue them"
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
AVIATOR ENGLE DROPS
INTO LAKE MICHIGAN

CHICAGO, Sept. l7.-Ayiator Al
bert Engle. driving hydroplaue.
missing for three hours, was found
at $3.50 this afternoon, floating on
the lake, two miles out from Chicago.
Later Engle was revived sufficient
ly 70 tell something Of his experience
lie started from Clarendon Beach
he said. and flew out ten miles over
the lake. The gasoline supply was
running low, be said. and except for
yolplanIng on several occasions. he
tried TO conserve his fuel When two
miles OF shore the engine died and
the byplane dropped slowly into the
water.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
DIR. ANNA SHAW TO
SPEAK IN THIS CITY,

Dr.. Anna Howard Shaw Of interna-
tional fame because of her mental at
tainments and remarkable gift of or
atory. as used in her passion for up
lift work with women and children
and national president of the organ
izatiou which has secured the fran
chse for 1.546,925 women of Amer
lea, is to spend October > in our city.
Only because Grants Pass is head
quarters for the Southern oregon
Suffrage association, as Portland is
for the northern, has it been possible
that We be favored above the larger
cities. The local club will make the
very most Of its great good fortune
and will invite the Ladies Auxiliary
and the Commercial club TO join
them in attentions to DR.. Shaw to
which this distinguished guest is ac-
customed from people Of prominence
in New York, Boston, Philadelphia,
Chicago. Seattle, Portland San Fran
cisco and Los Angeles.
II there is a man, woman or child
| in Josephine county who does not
know Of Dr. Shaw. either through her
famous Chautauqua lectures, her
pulpit fame, her suffrage work or her
great Cooper meetings-why every
American boy knows Of those-let
them bestir and catch up with
China" The Chinese women know
and adore her-a beautiful woman
with beautiful messages, most beau
ufully presented. The city will turn
out en- masse 10 do her honor
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
YOUNG MEN RETURN
FROM FAR NORTH.

Tom Fry and Arthur Sampson re-
turned home Saturday night from
Alaska, where they spent the sum
mer at Nushajak, on Behring sea.
Tue boys went through the earth
quake and volcano experience at the
time Of the eruption Of Katimi early
in June, and although they were
over 100 miles from the mountain
they distinctly heard the explosions
and volcanic ash covered the ground
on different occasions when the wind
was from the volcano There was
considerable excitement but no par
ticular damage done in their section.
The boys spent FIVE months on this
trip sailing from San Francisco, and
landing at the Golden Gate on the
return trlp.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
WILL BUY HOLSTEINS
FOR PEARDALE PLACE.

Nine Reynolds, manager of Pear
dale Place, the ranch down the river
that is being developed by number
of Grants Pass business men. was in
the city Friday. Mr.. Reynolds says
that it is the present intention to
send east for a car of Holstein cows
to stock the ranch with, and then to
make a speciality of dairying.
The local people who are interest
ed in the development of Peardale
Place are DR.. Loughridge, II. G. Kin
ney, DR.. Findley, II. l.. Gilkey, w.
A. Mccormack, H. H. Basler and
VIM. Atcheson.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
VI. T.. sTURTEvANT DIES
SATURDAY AT HIS HOME.

At one o'clock on Saturday after
noon, after a lingering illness, Mill
ton Emery Sturteyant passed away.
His demise wes not unexpected. On
Friday he became unconscious and
from that time on tailed to recognize
members of the family unless they
first spoke to him. His wife and
children were gathered at his bed
side when the sad hour came, and the
news spread rapidly over the town
that this we'll known figure on our
streets had been gathered TO his
Father.
Milton Emery Sturtevant was
born in Chagrin, Cuyahoga Co.,
Ohio, July IA, 1S4S, thus making
him 50 years and two months old
the day of his death. When he was
twelve years old he moved with his
family TO Illinois, where he grew to
manhood and, in May 1868 he was
married to Miss Orril Morgan. 10
this union, there were born four
children. three of whom are living.
They are: Mrs, Henry Huck, Mrs.
Robert Huck and son, Glenn Stur-
tevant. The family moved to Grants
Pass in November. 1906, since which
time Mr.. Sturtevant has been we'll
known character among the business
men of this city and possessed many
friends, who will deeply mourn his
loss.
Previous to coming to Grants Pass.
he was engaged in farming and
stockgrowing and was considered as
man of great ability in his line o.
work and, as result, he was able
to leave his family we'll provided for.
The funeral services were held
Sunday at 1880 o'clock, at the Metho-
dist church, Rev, VIM. r. jeffrey Jr
preaching the sermon. lnterment
will be in |. o. o. F. cemetery.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
WILL GROW GARDEN
SEEDS IN VALLEY

A seed growing farm on a scale
of considerable magnitude is a new
industry that will undoubtedly come
into the commercial life of this Vi
cinity next season.
Two weeks ago a gentleman repre-
senting an eastern grower of garden
and field seeds was here following a
tour of California and the various
district of Oregon He had been
looking over the west with the view
of establishing a seed farm, and on
his arrival in Portland wrote R. E.
Kroh that he was now fully satisfied
that no better place could be found
for his project than at Grants Pass,
and no better place at Grants Pass
than in Tokay Heights,
He has entered into negotiations
with Mr.. Kroh for the rental of one
hundred acres of the improved land
in Tokay Heights, and as soon as the
necessary details have been arranged,
will come here and get the enterprise
under headway
In the letter to Mr. Kroh the
gentleman says that he proposes to
grow seeds OF the various vine yeget-
ables under contract with seed
houses, this district being especially
suited for the growth Of the vine
plant. He will farm hundred
acres next season, though he does
not definitely state to which of the
vine crops it will be planted.
This will open new industry in
the Rogue valley that should grow to
large proportions, as commercial
seed growing is known to be one oil
the most profitable branches OF agri-
culture, and several of the big seed
men have looked over the valley and
attested to its value in this line.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
WHY TAKE ANY CHANCE

in carrying much money in your pocket
while away on your Summer Vacation.
1t is safer to carry American Bankers
Association Travellers Checks or Drafts No
Identification necessary with A. B. A. Trav-
elers' Checks. Payable anywhere, at hotels,
banks and other public places.
For sale at the Josephine County
Bank. A good place to do your Banking
Business
Grants Pass Oregon
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
MRS. T. T.. HOWARD
VISITS OLD SCENES

Mrs. Thomas E. Haword Of 62l ID
street, one Of Grants Pass beloved
pioneer women. who has been in poor
health the last six months. and who
recently left for an indefinite visit
with her daughter and granddaugh-
ter. Mrs. A. T. and Miss Alviida
Thurston OF McAlister street, San
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20
BAsEBALLIST UNDER KNIFE.

NEW YORK, Sept. i7.-Frank
Chance, manager OF the Chicago
Cubs, who underwent an operation
for the removal of blood clot from
the base of the brain, is reported to-
day to be greatly improved. 1t Is ex-
pected that Chance will be able to be
out soon.
Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1912-09-20

Mr. and Mrs. John Hubbard re-
turned Tuesday from satsop. Wash,
where they expected to spend the
winter. The climate did not agree
with Mrs. Hubbard
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-04
GO TO HER MOTHER.

Dear Miss Fairfax
| am a young man y years old
and in love with a girl one year
younger. Every time | make an at
tempt at corresponding, or meeting
her all my plans are frustrated by
her mother
| am at loss to know her rea--
sons, although 1t may be due to the
fact that | remain out after con-
ventional hours This is a neces-
sity, as | must have recreation and
l can not attain this desire unless !
stay out late as ] work nights and
my time is not my own until 1870
o'clock.
l look ahead with sincere hopes
of making this girl my wife, for she
is the only one in the world for me.
OF late | have tried every means
conceivable to communicate with
her but my efforts have proven flu
tile. T. A. G..
Unless her mother knows all this, sh
mas every reason for objecting to at
entions given her daughter after 11:3
At night. Go to her, show her your in
entions are honorable. Prove you
ability to care for a wife. and I an
sure she viii listen to you with under
and sympathy.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-04
BY Margaret Hubbard Aver.

TT happened that l got to see Miss
Fay Wallace very early, in the
morning, before that long, reddish
name of hers was tucked, up in a
grown-up manner. -..~ ..e1E
At the time, her hair was tied with a
big bow of ribbon. and hung down her
back over a negligee of apricot colored
silk and ecru lace. The hair and the
silk went beautifully together, and I
found myself studying Miss Wallace
clever color arrangement of walls and
hangings and cushions, which is all
made to form a most artistic back
ground for this little girl with the red
hair, as she calls 1t. though it is more
auburn
Miss Wallace has considered this
question of color very seriously. It is
reflected in the light gold color of the
walls, and in the old rose of the 'cush-
ions, in touches of furnished gold and
brown in the walls. Everything in the
room goes with that hair and brings
out the faint color in Miss Wallaces
white cheeks and the deep brown of her
eyes.
"A girl with red hair has to, study
herself more carefully than the decided
blonde or brunette type" explained Miss
Wallace, when l congratulated her on
her color scheme.
4 adore colors, anyhow, and l do try
to get the right combinations, and l am
always experimenting to see If l can't
find anything better. Colors should be
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it be proper for me to call, too, as
she has never told me our engage
ment is broken and I can not sleep
nights. as I always see her red hair
in front of me?"
One of the most distressing of all
spectacles Is a girl pursuing man, yet
letters like this give proof that pursuit
is what some men need. Not many.
but just a few like this great big, blum
dering, snail-nke man.
He was engaged to a girl; she left
town; he made no attempt to find out
why, though he still loves her to such a
maddening degree that he can't sleep
nights, as he always sees her red hair
in front of him. He knows another man
is trying to win her, yet he delays TAX
ing action till he learns if action is
iustifable
Does he think he can win her by
standing still and moaning?
He can't sleep nights, he says, and
he seems to be making up for it by
sleeping In the daytime.
The little god Cupid is armed with
bow and arrow. There never would
have been such a happy word as court
ship" in the worlds vocabulary If this
little god of love lay awake all night in
the anguish of unrequited affection and
yawned all day.
He has weapons to bring down his
victims, and he uses them.
The writer Of the above letter who
for the time being, is Cupid's under
study. also has weapons. and he must
use them. He must call on this red
haired vision OF his waking dreams, and
tell her of the unhappy plight into
which his love for her has plunged him.
He must be her escort on every oc-
casion on which she will grant him the
privilege: he must send her candy and
flowers as if they were so many ar
rows; he must consult her wishes in all
things, and he must so surround her
with his love that she will lose all de-
sire to ever escape from it by forget
ting him in Pittsburg.
The love of a red-haired girl is well
worth the winning. Her love is fervent,
like he rhair. She is generous to a
fault; she is warm hearted; she is true
Her love, once won, shows more lasting
qualities than the love of either a
blonde or a brunette, She loves for
life!
Because OF all this, | am sorry that
the man who loves her so maddeningly
is so timid, He needs just the force Of
character the color Of her hair indi-
Gates she possesses to become a real
man. But he will never win her by
sleepless nights and days that are de-
voted to yawns
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-04
. . The Manicure LADY o q
By William T. Kirk

UTWAs reading a funny y1, thing hin IT., the
other day about Mister Sir Wal
ter Scott" said the Manicure
Lady. 1T told how he met Mister
Byron, and when Byron called him Mis-
ter Scott he said, Call me, Walt, kid;
call me Walt"
Il amt interested much in them po-
cts" said the Head Barber, because l
hear so much about the stuff that your
brother is all the time writing l am
so used to listening to poetry that /
am beginning to dodge any sentence
that begins with capital letter and
ends with a rhyme
THE only reason I mentioned it, kid
do said the Manicure Lady, was to
show that even the poets knows how to
be as democratic as Mister Wilson. You
know a lot of people think that be-
cause a man can make up verses he is
ging around all the time with his head
up in the air, making a noise like an
earthquake. Nothing could be no far
Their from the truth than that, George.
Wilfred is one of the most democratic
fellows that you ever seen. OF course,
| don't mean to say that he is as great
a poet as a man like Mister Sir Walter
Scott, but l will say that the poor kid
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has some ideas of making up rhymes.
like / was strolling in the park and
it almost broke my heart when from
her l had to go, for it left her all alone
That's the kind of a poet that Wilfred
is, George, but just the same he's my
brother, and If anybody around here IL
going to knock his poetry | guess 1t will
have to be me. He wouldn't rest easy
II he thought one of you BARRIERS was
picking any flaws in his verses"
Il don't care one way or the other"
said the Head Barber YEARLY. 81 had
an uncle once out in Arizona that used
to write som verses. His and his
brother had a ranch together He did
the verse writing for the firm and his
brother did the work. 1t worked all
right for little while, because the one
that wrote the verses kept bulling the
other brother that some fine day one
of the magazines would buy enough of
his verses to help him buy another
ranch The poems kept coming back
like one OF them there boomeranss and
at last the brother that was doing all
the work took a good, healthy kick at
the brother that was writing all the
poetry, and the partnership dissolved.
| don't say that poetry writing amt a
grand art, If you can get little sugar
for the sweet thoughts that you write.
but somehow or other 1t seems to me
that the uncle who did all Of the work
around the ranch was lot more useful
than the guy that was wasting a good
fountain PEN"
Well you have talked quite a while.
said the Manicure Lady. Now, let me-
say few words. think poets is kind
OF useful sometimes. The old gent has
went into the canned goods business
and Wilfred has wrote him eight poems
about the special brands of canned STUFF
that father is going to sell. One of the
verses goes:
All Of Johnson's goods are canned
And their flavor is simply grand"
That amt bad" said the Head Bar.
Der.
You bet It amt" declared the Mani
cure Lady. You see, George, brother
has been canned so often that it comes
natural to him to write about canned
goods"
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TEN YEARS LATER.

Broadway Jones was again on Broad
way. But he was not alone BY his side
was his wife, and to each of his hands
slung a child. A third walked slightly
behind Josie, gazing back at the wonders
they passed, and ahead of them trudged
a strudy little boy. All of the members
of Jackson's family were hungry, but they
passed without noticing Speary's or Bee
tors or the new and splendid Tanleys.
Into a side street turned the little pro-
cession, eventually to almost fill a little
restaurant, where the sole waiter looked
startled, as if so many patrons had never
entered the place together before.
1t was Jackson, not Josie, who crumpled
up the smaller children's bread and pushed
1t into their cups. Josie herself watched
him with strange smile on his face.
STILL ON THEIR HONEYMOON.
Suddenly her husband raised his head,
and in his turn smiled. All were now
comfortable at the table.
do you know, dear, what today is?'
he asked.
to recall.
Surely, dear" she said, at isn't the
anniversary of our engagement That is
little more than three weeks off"
The old humor rested softly in the
mans eyes.
How quickly woman, that is the in
SEPARATION to man, forgets,' he said.
Josie still searched her memory.
oh l know" she said. 1T must be the
day for the new dividend of the men, or
the anniversary of the new school, or the
anniversary of the hospital-no, it can't
be any Of those"
No" said Jackson; cts nothing as
trivial as that"
And he drew gently from his pocket a
little time-yellowed packet, whose cover
ing was broken, and held it aloft so that
she read: Jones Pepsin WATERS
"Why, where did you get that?" she ex-
claimed I'VE manufacture so little gum
at the plant nowadays; all Of those real
useful things require so much of the
floor space
Don't you remember" said her hus-
band, you gave me that packet on the
first night we met, and a little later you
said
He passed one of the waters to each of
his children.
Hand it down to- your children, ans
their children, and so on and so on he
quoted.
And a few moments later the walter
was telling the cook that for the life
of him he couldn't see why a honeymoon
couple should borrow four children
THE END
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Up-to-Date Jokes

I'm not afraid of woman suffrage"
said little Ginks s''My wife is a mill
tant suffragette, but up to date 1 am
julius Caesar in my house"
Il guess you are. l guess you are
said Wiggles There amt many
dearer ones than Julius Caesar in this
world"
Mildred, who had a small friend to
spend the afternoon with her. found
that the care of her little brother in
terfered with their plans. John showed
a tiresome persistence in Joining their
games. Meeting but little encourage
ment, he asked at last, somewhat visit
fully:
"Milly. can't play something"
Yes. John" she replied firmly. GO
into the back room and play you're dead
for an hour and a half"
Ladies and gentlemen" said the
manager, before the curtain. ut Is my
unpleasant duty to inform you that Mr..
C, the star comedian, owing to Ill
ness, will not be able to appear to-
night. His system has had a very Sc
we're shock, and he is suffering from
nervous prostration."
whats the matter?" shouted one of
the gods from the gallery, did ye pay
him in advanCe?"
An English clergyman turned to a
Scotsman and asked him:
What would you be we're you not a
| Scott"
The Scotsman said: "Why, an Eng
| lishman, of course"
Then the clergyman turned TO the
gentleman from Ireland and asked him:
And what would you be were you
not an Irishman?"
The man thought for a moment, and
said
I'D be ashamed of meself,"
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PART XT.
-u- GHOST OF OLD MAJOR TOM.

cuosr OF OLD MAJOR TOM.
~ Jackson was alone in the gar
Al LINES Manor Behind him the
deH ~, stood. its doors open and for
ola Lo' ard the light stin streaming out,
g2I,e", ..I,o, i'm the kitchen was the for
gotten jimmie. s,,, ,,,,io,,
sor of old Major Tom Jones mad set
VIC ,rar he had brought his bride TO
W. w manor. Jackson felt only dazed'
rno ,rss no pain with him, because
.',t sbort time he had passed through
WI, IL range Of human emotion. But
@s,,olI, as he sat on the old bench
.ba summer house, his sensations
,i.a, more acute. There was first the
Ye,r, NJ the remuneration, the sacriflce
.Sot he had made There was satlsfac-
49, In the thought that he at least was
sbarirg It with Josie
pnt within flash of time all that
.,-bans fefgned satisfaction had gone as
r. tborght Of his office the next morning
ord the following morning, and many
Mornings after that-a whole lifetime OF
mornings Would Josie be there? Prob
ahv not. If she were, what exquisite tor
,rr., And If she we're not, what color
less existence.
'' MAJOR TOMS GHOST.
And then came back the feeling that he
would tear the girl from the midst of
the coptending emotions and motives
which kept them apart.
He was on his feet when a rustic in
the shrubbery startled him. He fancied
he saw dim, white form there, half
emerging from the underbrush and half
in relief against the trees.
The ghost of old Major Tom!
In spite of the agony Of that night
Jackson smiled The ghost was the only
thing that had been lacking,
And then the ghost came toward him.
In shaft of light that fell from an
upper window Jackson saw that 1t was
Jose-Josie with her yellow hair stream
ing on either side Just as 1t had fallen
down. Josie in rough old coat, Josie in
thin slippers A woman would have noted
and have said that the girl had been
standing before her mirror, preparing to
retire when some sudden impulse had
made her snatch whatever was at hand
and rush out
While JaCkson-now no more Broadway
stood motionless. two arms went about
his neck and a voice. low and vibrant
with the emotion of the moment as ever,
poured into his ear:
Dear, I'll go down into the depths with
YOU. If YOU 90 back to Broadway, I'll
60 with YOU. But while you live I'll be
with YOU