Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1921-04-15
end OF A PERFECT
APRIL DAY FOR Us
We Gadded Around All Over
Islands And Return Home
Happy Our Lot is Here

When Carrie Jacobs Bond
wrote the popular song, "The
End of Perfect Day." she fran
ed a phrase for our use more
meaningful and beautiful for the
heading Of this story than any
our poor tired brain could pos
sibly put in that many words. 1t
was Saturday morning last-the
sun rose to light up cloudless
sky, the larks were singing their
songs Of worship, the warm spring
breath filled us with old-time zip,
we loaded the wife and wee one
in the front seat Of the tiivver,
and off we started for the North
End.
Near the High school we stop
ped to pick up man who was
walking, to "give him a lift Oh
the way" as the old hymn com
manded, and found it was Bert
Smith, prominent 1tOrthender
on his way home. lie found out
we We're the local paper boss, and
before we stopped to let him out,
he handed us two dollars, and
asked us to do the same as Abou
Ben Adhem requested the angel,
to wit: write him as one who low
ed the local News. For the first
time he is enrolled as one Of our
subscribers. We inquired of him
about his neighbors and he told
us "Martin Anderson is one, and
a fine man, and he doesn't take
the paper, either" So we round
ed up Mr.. Anderson, told him who
we were, and asked him for his
subscription, and quicker than
this is being written Mr.. Ander-
son flashed a brand new five dol
lar William at us, and ne is on
our books as a real-paid-up-in-ad-
vance subscriber to the News
Record for the first time. Jour
neying onward to the Heights
store we found Mr.. Brosseau had
just left for Seattle. He had gone
after his family and we missed
seeing him, but he has a neat
little store, and as soon as the
paving is completed he should
name his store the "First and
Last Chance 1t is the first
chance, to buy groceries after you
leave Seattle, and the last chance
to buy before you leave for the
Seaport of Success.
Returning homeward for re-
freshments at noon, we drank
our cup of Java and was off for
Maury. We pulled up for our
first stop at the John Mattson
ranch. Mr.. Mattson is one of the
Maury island premier egg farm
ers. He was not taking the paper,
so while he wrote his check for
the elusive two dollars, We chat
ted with him and his wife con,
corning the poultry industry. Mr.
Mattson is a man it is good to
meet. Such an optimistic spirit
as he bears would cure the worst
dose Of |. w. Wism with one
treatment. He has and is max,
ing a success of the egg farming
industry, and while he is modest
and free from braggadocia, we
did win his confidence sufficient
to find out he is making money
and he's making it in chunks.
Starting a few years ago with al
acre near Portage, he bought his
20 acres near PIT. Robinson, anG
made the Portage acre feed the
90 until he had it paid for anc
improved. He now is putting al
so acre ranch near Olympia il
shape, and says the PIT. Robinson
20 was the feeder for the Olympic
place. Mr., Mattson has 5000 lay
ing hens and expects to soon make
the small flock he now has, lool
like a humming bird in an eagle
nest, when he gets to running hi
$4,000 birds. Mr.. Mattson is full
of pep, good sense, and is a work
er with a capital W.
After leaving him we saunteret
down to the light house and me
the light house keeper-W. S
Denning. Mr.. Denning has beer
holding that responsible position
under Uncle Sam for many year
and will be content to remain a
his post for several years longer
SO much does he love Maury is