The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1917-09-26
PIONEER R2@R||iEP0RTER
DISCOVERS SHOWER
BATHS IN MODEL
CR00KST0N CAMP

Excuse me, but would you like
to take shower bath before you
go?"
A representative of the Pioneer
quickly turned and looked into the
face of a husky human inhabitant of
the tall forests of northern Mime
sofa. The newspaperman realized
fully that he was "a stranger in a
strange land"-a lumber camp Of the
Crookston Lumber company, Camp
No. 6, to be explicit-six miles east
of Kelliher, straight by a logging
road into the heart of the towering
pines, but he hadn't been there long
enough to know just what was meant
by the "shower bath" and he Won
dered whether he was being taken
for a "tenderfoot" (Which he was)
and that some exciting and unusual
experience was all staged for him as
A shower bath, hot and cold wa
lumber camp.
Mind Picture Vanishes: :.
When Pioneer visitor dropped
off the "bizzizer," or whatever it
was, Superintendent William Belts
Everybody calls him "Bill'D of the
camp took the newspaperman out on
over the c. l.. Co. Timber Line from
Kelliher, he was told he was in a
lumber camp in the dense forest of
Northern Minnesota. But he hardly
believed 1t and looked and looked
in vain for something to shock him.
He was not easily shocked but had
heard and read SO much of lumber
camps" and 'lumberjacks" he was
prepared for something sort of su-
pernatural and his mind picture was
punctured squarely in the center and
illusion had evaporated before he
had gone ten feet.
Like Small Village.
All that was lacking to make 1t
an ideal village was d town hall and
movie show and it wasn't long be-
fore the visitor was looking for the
picturesque as he had read "in the
book" But it wasn't there. 1t
might have been once upon a time,
as narrated, and the men might have
been lumberjacks, but never a husk-
ier, better appearing, courteous. good
natural bunch than at Camp No. 6,
and there were nearly hundred of
them, while by late fall there will be
close to 800.
KNOCK Off" for Dinner.
1t was about half mile from
camp when the whistle sounded for
the men to cease work. 1t was II
o'clock and in waiting was log
ging train with large fiat car with
seating facilities, and onto this
climbed the men to be conveyed to
the camp for dinner. Arrival at
camp every mothers son of 'em hur
ried for his quarters and when they
were ready for the midday meal
there were secured hands and arms,
faces that looked as If they had
been run through a laundry and hair
neatly combed With that bunch
went the newspaperman and into a
spacious dining hall with long ia
lbes covered with spotless white oil
cloth, set with a menu that would
make a war proflteer turn pink with
envy.
The writer sat at the far end on
one side of long table. His next
door neighbor was big husky chap
who was a good pal, but rather re-
ticent. The cause was learned la
ter.
Nothing Missing There.
A slant down that long table and
boiled potatoes, steaming; boiled
pork, neatly sliced; boiled cabbage
corn bread, baked beans, white
bread, large square crackers, cakes,
doughnuts, pickles, pie, pots of tea,
pure water and the Lord only knows
what all, all as appetizing as could
be. Yes, and a young man waiter
to attend to the wants of the diners.
A scrupulously clean tin plate, tin
cup, knife, fork and spoon was
placed in proper position and that