The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1921-01-06
INTERESTING LETTER
FROM MIKA TILLICUM

Editor Glacier 1T might be of in
terest to your readers to peruse tn
log of Mika Tillicum. Not that h
likes to blow his own horn, but tina
others, following in his wake, nigh
avoid some of the difficulties that bese
MS pathway when he ventured fort
again to buck the sad realities of
cold and cruel world in search of tn,
elusive fountain of delight. | will
briefly recount a few minor incidents
that occurred to him to the end thai
others cups of JOY might not spring {
leak and 'splll the beans"
December Is was a day of moment
in the Tilicum's s household, the sum.
mer was past, the harvest ended, and
we were not rich, but by frugality and
chasing nimble nickels, and Squeezing
them until the buffalo beloved, at last
we had accumulated a horde of filthy
lucre, sufficient it seemed to enter on
an orgy of extravaganza, take trip
and buy pair of suspenders for our
other pants. This was the day we
were to plume our wings for flight.
and ''fy the coop" and flock south
ward. "Ah there was hurrying to
and fro," for there was the thousand
and one little things to do that should
not be left undone, and last but not
least, glad rags, and collar buttons cut
some ice in the confusion.
The writer is owner in fee simple of
quart of collar buttons. more or less,
but when it came to a showdown, they
were out on their vacation. Here is
where feller needs a friend" and
there is always one to loan you
button if you will not mention larger
change.
My better half, being a firm believer
in putting her house in order, at nearly
the last moment of our limited time, |
discovered a broken rockered wicker |
chair, (that Tillicum had fallen over in |
chasing a festive collar button to its
lair behind the dresser), and grabbing
it, made heroic rush for the attic,
but she came to grief in the stairway.
Here was the crux of a triangled dill
emma that threatened to spell disas-
ter. The Queen of hearts tangled in
the stairway, Tillicum pivoting on all
fours trying to pick up the cold scent
of collar button and our train whis-
ting at Squally Hook The fact that
Squally Hook is several miles from
Hood River saved the day, for it gave
Us time to hold a family conference,
discover the fifth dimension of the
chair and put on a necktie and collar
button.
Our train, No. II, left Hood River at
J. Is p. m. and in due time landed us at
he Union Passenger Station in Port
and, where with the knights of the !
grip, ladies of fashion, and 'fellow {
ons of soil" (as the frustrated orator :
aid, we swarmed into the waiting i
ooms, seethed down the aisles, and |
'ddied around the corners, like river I
It flood time overflowing it's banks. v
AS we had several hours to wait be- a
ore our train departed, we answered
he call of the inner man and took din q
er at the we'll appointed lunch room
djacent to the waiting rooms, after L
1hich we took walk on the street. h
ointing at some apples, we asked a Il
,oman fruit vendor if those were "
Iood River apples. She said, "Oh !,
ley are better than Hood River ap- e
les. they are Delicious" Being told e
ley raise Delicious in Hood River, +;
nd that we lived there. she said, "Oh. Ii
len | guess you now more about h,
pples than | do" She evidently NJ
fought Hood River was variety and r.
ot place. sa
AT $50 p. m. we were permitted to or
o aboard our sleeper and size up the 90
respects for a night of sweet repose. hi
More anon, ~ he
Mika Tillicum. iii