The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1915-08-19
M0SIER HAS One OF
STATES FINEST HOMES
tFrom the Mosier Bulletin)

content with just loaf and jug. MIR.
Mayer, a member of the Fleischner &
Mayer Co., of Portland, and for many
years a business man of New York
city, has no fig trees, but his apple
trees, pear trees and prune trees are
far more numerous than the hairs of
his head-and he is by no means en-
tirely bald yet. And his vines form
| one of the most artistic pergolas in the
state of Oregon.
The Mayerdale ranch consists Of $50
acres, of which $50 have been planted
TO trees. Directly west of the great
country home with its stately white
columns is Mr.. Mayors 4O-acre prune
ranch, the trees over 20 years old. The
prune orchard, however, has received
the best of care, and last year it pro-
duced its owner over so tons of excel
lent fruit. The orchard will have an
estimated yield of 40 tons this season,
the decrease having resulted from a
heavy pruning.
Indeed, Mr.. Mayer has trees and to
spare. For nearly a mile to the west
of his home, extending down gradual
slope from the prune orchard, are
tracts of apple trees of graduated ages.
Ten year old Spitzenburgs and New
towns adjacent to the prune tract are
loaded with healthy fruit this season,
and at the west end of the Mayerdale
place are trees that have been planted
but two or three years.
Mark Mayors Mosier home is a
country palace. and its owner has
gained the reputation of prince for
hospitality. No rajah of India is proud
er than Mr.. Mayer when he is escort
ing some party of guests over his
grounds and showing them the i'm
provements n has made. This gentle
man farmer, who is after profitable
results and getting them from the
Mosier hill soil. was formerly Beau
Brummel and was we'll kown where the
lights are white in Gotham. But the
sentiment of that recent popular and
vulgar ballad, 81 love the cows and
chickens, but this is the life for me, ="
has been absolutely reversed. 81
spent 20 years helping to entertain
soubrets, says MIR. Mayer, "but they
began to trot them out too fast for
me, and | retired. Now | am happy. !"
While the chickens of Mayerdale will
number into the thousands at certain
seasons of the year, when the brooders
are running full blast, the farm, in the
words of its owner. boasts but COW
and half-the half being a purebred
calf. Both animals are pedigreed.
They are contented, and the picture
they present as they crop the grass
and clover of their luxurant pastures
form delight for the eye of man
who loves animals.
Mr.. Mayors chicken houses have
been built with every convenience for
the comfort of the fowls. Last spring
he had a disastrous fire in a brooder
house. Six hundred little chicks were
destroyed. The old fashioned lamp
system was being used, and was prob
ably the cause of the fire. The new
house is heated throughout with a hot
water furance, located in the base
ment. 1t is 68 feet long and "a feet
wide and contains IL brooders and 10
breeding pens. Sections of the hot
water pipes extend over each brooder.
enclosed with strips of flannel cloth.
The chick raised there will never miss
the lowering wings of the mother hen.
The long runways for the poultry are
so arranged that they can be closed
and planted with thousand headed kale
and other forms of green food. Every
runway has running water. MIR. Mayer
ships his eggs to Portland daily. "As
yet," he says, "the imported Chinese
eggs have not interferred with my
poultry business. D."
In the arrangement of his home, his
quarters for tenants and extra
hepl," called in for the harvest of the
fruit crops, and for the animals used
on the place, MIR. Mayors first thought
has been apparently for comfort. The
Tenant house is as comfortable a
country home as one might desire, the
living room of the structure being pro-
vided with huge. comfortable, cheer
ing fire place. At the barn, each horse
regards you from we'll bedded, we'll
kept stalls. Over each stall is the
name of the occupant in gilt letters.
The bunk houses for the fruit pickers
are so built that Mr.. Mayer will never
have a kick from a worker because of
uncomfortable quarters.
The mansion is place to be looked
at with wonder. From ceiling to attic
every modern convenience has been in
stalled. An electric line passing near
by has been tapped, and laundry and
kitchen are thus furnished with power
and heat. The furnishings are those
of a palace. Mr.. Mayer chose an i'm
posing sight for his country estate.
His acres slope from high promon-
tory on the Columbia gently toward
the west. No points arise to the west
to obstruct the vision, and view of
more than 20 miles may be had of the
silvery waters of the river; the hills
of the Washington bank, brown in
places and deep green in others. "the
betwixt and between" as Mr.. Mayer
expresses it, of the tree covered