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PINE GROVE

MIR. and Mrs. II. M. Hosick returned
from Portland last week, where they
spent Thanksgiving among friends.
Mrs. Stanton Allen left last week for
the east and will spend the winter with
her son in Milwaukee, Wis. Mrs. Allen
will be greatly missed by large circle
of friends.
MIR. and Mrs. John Huff and family
moved recently and will make their
future home in Colorado.
Mrs. E. F. Batten and her sister.
Miss Flora Lewis, went to Portland
last week Wednesday to join Mr.. Bat.
ten. all returning home Saturday.
J. D. McCully has recently returned
from Joseph and will spend the winter
with his family on the ranch.
Walter Wells spent Thanksgiving in
Portland and IL is rumored he will not
return slone.
Guy Linville joined his wife and
| baby at the G. n. Stanton home Satur.
day and the family may remain some
time in the vicinity.
Mrs. Chris Moore and baby have gone
east and will spend the winter with
! friends.
| William Stone and two children have
gone to California on months vaca-
tion.
Misses Lizzie and Lena Jenny, who
have been working in the apples for J..
e. Jarvis the past 10 weeks. returned
to their home near Washougsl Sunday
morning.
Mrs. ]. L. Davis returns TO Newbere
this week. where she will spend the
winter with her son, Ammon.
R. b. Waugh, WHO has been i'll foI
some time. was taken much worse last
week and q specialist was summoned.
He is better and when given sufficien,
strength will be taken to Portland fol
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1916-12-14
Barrett PIT. Meeting

The Barrett Parent. Teacher Associa-
tion will meet at the school house Fri
day evening at s o'clock. The follow
ing program will be given. Music; re-
port by lunch committee, Miss Hukari /:
school saving bank system discussion
Where do our pupils go.F. E. Knowles
recitations. East Barrett pupils: paper.
Courtesy in the school room. Mrs. b..
L. Murphy: music.
All are cordially invited to attend
the meeting.
W. W. Rodwell, Sec.
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"Buy Furniture for Christina" E.
A. Franz Co.
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1916-06-23
PLAIN ON THE FACE OF IT

PLAIN ON The FACE OF 1T
There entered a store in Mobile a
darby who, after making a purchase,
rendered in payment dollar that
had a suspicious ring.
Look here" exclaimed the store
keeper, you're tryin' to work off on
me one of them false coins the coun-
terfeiters have just been arrested for
making"
THAT amt possible" said the
darby, with the utmost conviction.
Jest have a look at dat dollah. It's
dated 1863. If it was counterfeit
shorely de banks would have found
it out long befO' disw
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1916-06-23
THE WRONG PATIENT

Doctor, can you tell me what will
cure insomnia ?"
why don't you walk three or four
miles before going to bed?"
THAT wouldn't do a bit of good.
It's the baby who has insomnia and
he hasn't learned to walk yet. New
York World.
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1916-06-23
The Parrot

Omnibus notum tonsoribus"
means Every barber knows that"
BARRIERS are the A-NO. 1 reporters.
Talk about scoops" why, they can
pick up more news of any kind in
five minutes without leaving the
shop than four and twenty newspa-
permen could find in a month.
In the olden times, which was a
long time ago, besides being bar
bers they were surgeons. Haven't
you noticed after you got a shave
that there was something about your
face that made you think they would
make good surgeons? We have a
little momento on the port side Of
our nose that will remind US of the
fact for life.
If you spent an hour shampooing
the moss on your derby chair" and
then went into the parrots shop he'd
say Would you like a shampoo? I
see your hair is very oily and dusty
Just like that.
You'll always find a barber recon-
mending some remarkable hair re-
storer for your hair when his own
knob is as shy offOliage as hall
tree is Of leaves.
-O-O
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76e Woes of a WOOdnan

a wonderful golden ax and handing it to the man he said, "Is this yours 2"
 The woodman also refused this say ing, Mine was an ordinary steel one, but it did the work for me and helped me gain livelihood for my family"
 Then for the third time Mercury went down and brought the wood mans own ax up and gave it to the man, receiving world of thanks for his trouble.
 The god was so pleased with the honesty of the poor man that he gave him the gold and silver ax too, and bade him go home to his family.
 On his return to the village the woodman showed all his friends his gains, and one more greedy than the rest, resolved to go to the edge of that same river and try the same game of dropping his old ax in, and then wait ing for the odd man to come and give him gold and silver ax. So seating himself he accidentally on purpose let his ax fall in the deep water, and then he began to lament.
 Mercury appeared as before, and
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not present. So Anne soon stopped and wiped her eyes, It was all so| strange that she forgot about crying1
 But her greatest surprise came in, the afternoon when she had returned from school and Martha, her nursel was preparing to take her for walk1 Anne always wept when her face wasI about to be washed and while it wad being washed and after it was washedI and Martha always begged her to| stop Today Martha took her by the| hand and led her to the bath roonI to be washed and Anne wept and ''car7 ried on" as usual; but Martha did not so much as even seem to be award that Anne was crying.
 Anne, in her surprise. forgot and left her mouth open minute and got thereby a taste of the soapy. soppy. fuzzy wash rag-which wasn't at all pleasant, as you can we'll imagine|
 Now-to make very long story short-Anne finally forgot ,all about crying. with or without reason. Od course, it didn't all happen in single day, or a week, or even two weeks But after a while Anne saw that mol one seemed to care or even notice her tears. So-what was the use of cry ing!
 All of which goes to show that sometimes we do many, many things just because we imagine others expect us to do them-and we wake up to find, like Anne, that if we stop doing them the others don't seem to mind at all, nor expect us to do them. Il ought to know because, my dears. Il was Anne-many. many years ago!
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there were lots of little things that looked like real fine threads.
 "Yes. What are they?" he want ed to know.
 Those things are f1bres," Grand pa replied. Paper is made of many, many of those little flores pressed close together''
 "Where do the flores come from :? From the rags?" asked Jamie.
 "Yes, from the rags. DO you know where the rags come from?"
 Jamie thought a minute.
 Why they are made out of cotton or flax"
 And where does the cotton and flax come from?" Grandpa asked.
 They grow in the ground. You told me a story about them once, didn't you?"
 T guess 1 did So the flores come out of the ground in the first place, don't they? Well, flores are in other things besides those plants, Jamie. They are in certain kinds of trees, straw and grass"
 How do they get paper out of trees. I'd like to know?" Jamie de- manded.
 So Grandpa told him.
 First, the tree is cut down, in the winter time, when the sap has stopped running. It is cut into logs, and taken to the paper mill, and dumped into a pile with other logs until the paper maker is ready for it. Then the logs are clipped into little thin pieces. These little pieces have the flores in them, of course. But holding them together is something else, called lignin. Lignin is no good at all for paper making. So the chips are boiled for about eight hours in strong chemical called caustic soda, and the lignin is all dissolved and drained off, leaving the nice clean wood flores. These flores that are left are called cellulose, and that is what the paper really is. When pa
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per Is made of rags, the flores in the stuff in them, too''
 But is it white?" asked Jamie.
 No, it is not. It has to be bleached made white-by another chemical. Now, we have the flores, and we want to make paper out of them, don't we?"
 Jamie nodded
 Well, they must be washed very clean. Paper mills use gallons and gallons of water. for if the flores were not clean, they would not make nice pretty paper. Then they are mixed with something to make them stick together-a kind of glue. That is all mixed well. Then, while it is very wet, it is run along fine, wire screen just thin coating of this mixture of flores, glue and water. The water drains off through the screen, leaving only the flores and the glue, which are carried to, big. hot rollers on a long piece of thick felt, which takes out more of the water. These hot rollers press the flores very hard, and squeeze out more moisture, and press the flores together. After all of this is done, we have paper"
 Well, is that all?" Jamie asked.
 Grandpa smiled.
 Isn't that enough? What else do you want to know?''
 'Id like to know why all paper is not alike," answered Jamie. This newspaper is not like the paper moth CT writes her letters on, is it?"
 "No. Probably the paper mother writes her letters on was made from rags, while this was made from wood shavings The rags have longer flores than the wood has, and makes better paper"
 Yes, but this doesn't shine, either. Why is that?"
 "The shiny look of certain kinds of paper is given to it by a bath 1t gets
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A NE day, many years ago, Wood- 6 M man was cutting a tree way out in the forest. A river flowed
 V through the forest and as the man raised his ax to give the tree a final blow, his aX. the only one he possessed, fell into the water and was carried down with the tide far out of his reach. Crestfallen, he sat down on a stump and lamented his hard luck, for without his ax his means of support was gone.
 A stranger passing by, saw his dis tress and stopped to ask the cause or his sorrow. The man being no less person than Mercury, the god of commerce and gain, and being pos sessed of unusual powers, after hear ing of the misfortune of the wood man. dived down to the bottom of the river and brought forth silver ax and handing it to the poor man said, 'Is this your aX?"
 The woodman sadly shook his head and said, "No."
 Again Mercury went to the bed Of the river and this time he brought up
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THE BIRMINGHAM AeE-HERALD, SUNDAY NOVEMBER 1a

after 1t Is made. The bath is some thing like gelatin. That takes more machinery and more men to make it, so of course it costs more. Run In and get a piece of mothers writing paper. and we will look at it."
 When Jamie brought the paper to Grandpa, he held it up to the light.
 What do you see?" he asked.
 "Lettersw cried Jamie. How funny"
 "Those letters-and they are not always letters, either; sometimes they are designs-are called water marks Each paper maker has his own water mark on the paper his mill makes
 "Yes, but how did the water mark get there?" Jamie wanted to know
 Well, the wire cloth that carries the wet flores or pulp is thicker in some parts than in others and less of the pulp sticks to the thick parts than to the thin. So of course, the paper is thinner there. See? So when you hold the paper up to the light, you can see through the thin parts"
 And why do they call it paper? What does that mean?" asked the boy.
 Let's see, Jamie. I'm not sure whether know that or not"
 He thought a moment.
 'I think it must be because the people in Egypt many hundreds of years ago, made paper out of a plant called papyrus. That is where the name came m-papyrus-pape Seer"
 Thank you for the story, Grand pa," Jamie said, sliding off his grand pas knee. '"That was fine one.'
 The rag man in his rickety wagon was away down the street, still calling for Rags! Rags"
 Jamie looked after him and waved his hand.
 Good bye, rags!" he shouted. You are going to be made into paper some day"
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So Winnie Whttlewhisker pom dered on that a while, and at last he gave up and went away into the woods, where things were little pleasanter.
 But he did not forget about the sor- rowful Frog, for every time he went down to the pond to get a drink or to visit some of his friends-such as the Slivertails, very congenial musk rats-there would be Caruso Croak- man croaking dismally.
 After a while, as Winnie Whittle- whisker was as nimble and good hearted as any little animal that ever wore whiskers, he decided that he must do something about Caruso Croakman. In the heart of Wood glades in a hollow tree, lived a fat, old Owl, who, everybody suspected was very wise. Winnie Whittle- whisker suspected it too although he had never heard of his showing his wisdom except by looking very wise and by never saying anything except, "Who?" and "To Wit"
 l Well, Winnie Whittlewhisker decid- ed to call on the fat, old Owl and get his advice and opinion on what to do about the Dismal Frog. He took a couple of nuts along to refresh him self on his journey and set out for the Owls house, which he reached that evening. He spent the night in an old birds nest and early the next morning went to see the Owl
 There sat the fat. old bird in his hole, staring with round eyes, for he could not see thing by daylight. Then Winnie Whittlewhisker gave him a present of three minnows
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"NNE was her Christian name
 but they called her Cry
 Baby Anne, not for short but I because it suited her. Good ness me, how she could and would cry at anything! And sometimes, it seems, she didn't have to have an ex- cuse. She'd just cry, anyway!
 Opening the flood gates" her big brother Hal called it. And then he would add unpleasantly. Somebody ought to give you something to cry for, young lady!"
 "I never have seen such cry babyr" Papa would declare. Cant something be done to make her stop. The first thing you know, one of these days, she'll wash herself away in her own tears!"
 '1 know" Mamma would reply, "but I've tried every way I can think of to make her stop and she still per- sists in doing it. Anne seems to be naturally of the weeping sort, and l guess she will have to outgrow it. I'm sure I see no other way"
 Papa smiled and shook his head. "I have an idea, my dear, that some times Anne cries just because she thinks we expect her to. So let's disappont her for little while. Now, the first time she begins to weep we will pretend not to notice that she Is doing so Sometimes, you know, peo- pie as well as little children like to think they are so important that ev- cry act of theirs is a matter of deep concern to others"
 And so it. was arranged-'Cry- Baby" Anne should be cured by the cheerless, unpleasant method of hav- ing to do her crying entirely for her own entertainment. Big brother Hal was taken into the secret, and so was Martha, the nurse.
 First thing the next morning Anne wiggled out of her warm, snug little bed and began to cry that the floor was cold and that she knew her feet would freeze solid. But Mamma said never a word and did not beg her to cease her wailing; she just went calmly along dressing Anne as though nothing was the matter.
 Anne suddenly stopped short in her lamentations and gasped. Something was wroig! Why, always before Mamma had tried to comfort her and to warm her little toes with her hands! But-well, Anne didn't quite know what to make of it!
 At breakfast Papa glanced at Anne's fingers and said. T think daughter, you had better wear your gloves to school instead of stumng them in your pockets. See how chapped your hands are-and they wouldn't be if you kept your gloves on. So-"
 Anne choked over a mouthful of
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caught in the stream, and stated his case. But the Owl said nothing at all, and, in fact, seemed to be either asleep or in stupor.
 What shall I do?" said Winnie Whittlewhisker, aloud to himself. i've come all this way for nothing!
 NO you haven't" said little voice at his side.
 Winnie Whittlewhisker looked around and there sat little tree-toad' no bigger than clover-leaf. He was dressed apple-green and on all his toes he had little round cups to help him stick on trees.
 "A very handsome little fellow, in- deed." thought Winnie Whittle- whisker.
 I'm his Lordship's Secretary" said the little Tree-Toad. ''I do all his answering and attend to his thinking"
 "Oh, I see,'' said Winnie Whittle- whisker, politely. "Then perhaps you can suggest something to do about Caruso Croakman."
 "Oh, very easily" replied the little Tree-Toad, ficking out his long tongue and catching stray gnat that happened to. pass by. "Why, you just simply go to see that Frog and say to him: Now look here. We're all tired of your grumbling. Don't do it any more. Sing about things you like, something pleasant, because 1 won't stand that complaining any more. v
 "Then what will Caruso Croakman say?" asked Winnie Whittlewhisker, much impressed.
 He'll say: I don't know as I like anything much" replied the little Tree-Toad.
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l PAPER @

world does that rag man want with so many rags? Does he make his clothes out of them?"
 Grandpa laughed.
 No, he doesn't make anything of them, Jamie. But he sells them to some one who makes paper of them" ["
 Paper? How funny!"
 He thought about this for a mo- ment, then he looked up at his grandpa.
 "Is it another story?" he asked.
 Jamie loved stories about where things came from and how they were made. and Grandpa could tell dandy ones.
 Run along and put your pennies in your bank, and while you are gone 1 will try to think of story about paper" he told the little boy.
 So Jamie ran along and put the pennies he got from the rag man with all the other pennies, then he ran back and climbed on his Grandpa's knee.
 "All ready" he said Now tell me
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ing from the end of log and this was his new song: I love the mists and dews;
 love the rain, it is so wet;
 dote upon the Blues"
 "A great improvement" said Win nie Whittlewhisker, much pleased. "I do believe body can be happy being It must be lot of comfort for Frog to be able to weep. Now. how much better it is to be satisfied with things than to be finding fault all the time"
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4 DONKEY was disturbed in A mind, = A thing not usual of his kind. For, while he had stable dry. Clean straw at night on which to lie Of grain enough and more to eat, His head was full of vain conceit. And. going forth upon the road, Each day, to bear a needful load, He thought an easier task should be The lot of one so fine as he.
 With jealous feeling he would fret, To see his master stroke and pet A dog of famous pedigree.
 That he had brought from o Ter the sea A dog who made lot of fun With tricks he knew. for every one. The donkey said. "'Tis but his name 1 could myself perform the same One day. escaping from his stall. He ran within the banquet hall.
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Whittlewhisker. You like the rain and mist and mud. You even like to weep. Don't grumble and tell us what you don't like. It gets very mon- otonous."
 Caruso Croakman said nothing for a while, as he thought over the Chip hunks words, then he remarked:
 "Well, you may be fight about that"
 So Winnie Whittlewhisker went away.
 The next time he visited the pond he heard the Frogs silvery voice ris-
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Toad, modestly. "It's all part of my duty"
 Back went Winnie Whittlewhisker to his own part of the woods and straight to the pond. where sat the Doleful Frog upon lily-leaf, lifting up his voice in melancholy melody.
 Now, look here!" cried Winnie Whittlewhisker. "Stop that and sing something else. You certainly like something. Don't grumble and com plain so much'
 "I don't know as I like anything much," replied Caruso Croakman, just as the Tree-Toad had said he would.
 "Oh, yes, you dol" replied Winnie
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And tried to dance. sit up and ''beg, To bark, and hug his masters leg, To kiss him on the nose and chin; His praying made an awful din. He struck the table with crash, And all the dishes went to smash: Commotion reigned throughout the
 rooms, The maids attacked him with their
 brooms. The men with hammers. clubs and
 hoes, One ran a pitchfork through his nose. They made him take a lively pace. And chained him tight within his place.
 4 * * m "Oh dear! it serves me right, he said. I'm but burro born and bred; Henceforth I'll carry brick or logs. And let alone the tricks of dogs"
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VARUSO CROAKMAN, the Frog, had a fine voice and was proud
 of it, but he always sang in

of it, but he always sang in ~ such a doleful key, complain ing about everything, that he gave everybody the blues. For instance. one of his favorite songs-invented, of course, by himself-was: The sky's so very plain and high, And that is why I cry. The earth's so very cluttered up, And that is why I sigh. The woods are much too full of trees; Too many bugs live here; There's too much draught in every
 breeze.
 Oh Dear! Oh Dear! Oh Dear!
 One day, as he was holding forth in his pessimistical way, along came Winnie Whittlewhisker, the winsome chipmunk, and for sometime he sat on a slender branch of the beech tree and listened At last he came down and said to the Frog:
 "One would think that everything in the world was all wrong, indeed one would. But I don't think so. Ot course I haven't thought much about it, but I don't agree with you. No sir,"
 Caruso Croakman turned his sad eyes upon the Chipmunk and shed a few large tears, as he replied: Alas, The earth's too earthly, and I do hate fishy fish.
 The gnats and things make too much
 noise,
 And you're too Chipmunl1ish!"
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Then what shall I say?" asked Winnie Whittlewhisker more inn pressed than ever.
 Then you say: Yes, you do too. You like the rain and mist and the mud and mosquitoes. You even like to cry. Now do sing about such things if you like, but stop that complain ing"
 "Oh, thank you" cried the Chip munk. That's wonderful. I'd like to give you a present but I don't know how to catch gnats."
 ''Don't mention it,' said the Tree
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kindly asked him the cause of his grief. After hearing the story he dived in and brought up golden ax. Laying it before the man he asked, "Is this yours?"
 The gold glimmered in the sunlight and the man lost his sense of honesty at the sight of so much wealth, and grabbing the tool he quickly an-
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Curing "Cry-Baby" Anne

her breakfast and straightway began to cry. She didn't even declare that she had worn her gloves-she just cried and cried and cried.
 But neither Papa nor Mamma nor Big Brother Hal noticed her. They went right along as though Anne were
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about paper"
 Paper is funny stuff, isn't it?" Grandpa asked, holding up his news paper. Let's tear off a piece"
 He tore off a corner and held it out.
 See all those hairy-looking things?"
 Jamie looked close, and sure enough
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swered, "Yes, it is mine.'
 "It is false," cried the god angrily, "and for punishment you shall not only lose this, but you have forfeited your own ax. Go home and learn honesty from your neighbor the woodman."
 Do you know what moral this story teaches?
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of pennies, jumped into his wagon, clucked to his horse and joggled down the street, still calling for more Rags! Rags!"
 Jamie looked after him, 8 puzzled look in his eyes. Then he ran up to the porch, where his grandpa was reading the newspaper.
 "Grandpa?" he asked, What in the