100 YEARS AGO
For the week ending
June 29, 1913
The New Order — Editorial
Here is a little story. It has a moral. Also, it is true.
The other day C.S. Hudson of the First National Bank was told that hogs in the Powell Butte country were suffering from some unknown disease. The matter seemed critical; the porkers were dying, and their owners did not know what to do. So Mr. Hudson sent the following telegram to the Oregon-Washington Railroad & Navigation Co. in Portland: “Farmers in Powell Butte district, which is largely devoted to hog raising, have disease among hogs. Must have assistance quick. Desire advice of Farmer Smith. Can you send him to Bend at once? Will furnish transportation and pay his expenses.”
Promptly came back word from the O.-W. company that Farmer Smith would be here at once and that the railroad is delighted to send him on just such missions. And we have not the slightest doubt that he will know exactly what to prescribe after he has felt the pulses of the patients, taken their temperatures and looked at their tongues; for those who know him know that Farmer Smith comes pretty near knowing his business which is farming with scientific methods but without frills.
Well here comes the moral.
Do you recall the shocking tales we used to read and hear, not so long ago, about cold-blooded corporations such as bloodsucking banks and heartless railroads beating the poor unprotected farmer to a financial pulp? Why, half of the real lurid “mellerdramers” of a decade ago had some such affair for their plot! Remember the railroads, nine of whose commandments were “The public be damned” and the tenth “Get their money?” And have you forgotten about the mortgage foreclosures and all the rest of it which seemingly lined up banks on one side of a battlefield and farmers on the other?
And right here in our little story of lain facts we stumble upon a beautiful example of The New Order. It is a delightful instance of the way such things have changed. A bank goes far out of its way to lend aid to farmers and a railroad joins in the good constructive work. That is the kind of banking and the kind of railroading that builds countries and communities. Incidentally, it pays dividends to the farmers, too.
75 YEARS AGO
For the week ending
June 29, 1938
Where thieves break in and steal — Editorial
Recent nights have been fruitful of robberies in Bend, and such activities serve to call attention to the fact that the old standard of western hospitality now need to be tempered with discrimination.
Once it was the custom to leave the door unlocked. In the absence of the householder the traveler was still welcome. It was understood that he would cut firewood and kindling to take the place of what he used, that he would wash dishes and cooking utensils — in short that he would leave the place in as good condition as he found it.
The same tradition has, perhaps, persisted to an extent in the local householder’s disregard for locks. Friends might wish to get in, why lock them out? Some, it may be, have just been careless. In the main, no one has suffered from the custom until recent times.
But now, it becomes apparent, hospitality cannot be offered to all. Some, it seems, would take advantage of it. It is better that obstacles were put in the way of these people than that entrance be made too simple for them.
Good standard procedures, at least in this season of the year, is to lock the doors when you step out. Yes, and the windows, too. Moreover if your absence is likely to be protracted, mention it to the police, and if there are valuables which might incite to covetousness, take them to the bank.
Pageant to set new standards
Bend’s Mirror Pond, to be the scene on the night of July 3 of a water pageant second to none ever presented in the Pacific Northwest, will become a beehive of activity Monday, as booms swing into place, electricians start work and artisans place more than 400 yards of muslin on the big arch, largest ever constructed for a pageant here.
There will be 18 larger than usual floats. The arch opening will be 28 feet high.
Plans were considered today for a reviewing stand for the queen and her princesses and the visiting Portland royalty, headed by Queen Frances.
Fireworks will again be provided this year, and in addition there will be pre-pageant attractions and entertainment.
50 YEARS AGO
For the week ending
June 29, 1963
For third time, Pilot Butte Inn almost goes on auction block
By Ila S. Grant
The Pilot Butte Inn went on the block again today — almost. A deputy U.S. marshal was on the courthouse steps, preparing to sell the property, when he was restrained by a local court order. This is the third time that this has happened.
A California lawyer, Edward J. Bloom, was considerably piqued. “This is a criminal conspiracy by a bunch of members of the local bar,” he fumed.
This is the third time that Bloom has attempted to sell the property. He represents Martin T. Byrne, plaintiff in a civil suit against Frank William Corbett and other owners of the hotel.
On February 8, Circuit Judge Robert H. Foley restrained all parties interested in the complicated legal maze from “... disturbing the status quo.”
At this point, the hassle is a contest between the state and federal courts.
Today’s restraining order was signed by County Judge D.L. Penhollow, as circuit judge pro tem. Both Judge Foley and District Judge Joe Thalhofer were out of the country.
The restraining order was served by Sheriff Forrest C. Sholes on Frank L. Meyer, a deputy U.S. marshal from Portland. A minute later, Sholes served Bloom with a summons requiring him to appear before Judge Foley and show cause why he is not in contempt. The instruments were prepared by Alva Goodrich, a local attorney representing some of the litigants in another civil suit involving the property.
After the order was issued, Bloom suggested that another sale be scheduled for July 8. Goodrich objected that the time was too close to the July 4 holiday. Finally the date was set for July 11. Bloom made a few more remarks about a “local conspiracy to evade taxation.” He asked the identity of the “young punk with a good suit and no brains,” who said that Judge Penhollow could act legally in the absence of the higher judges.
Goodrich did not identify the lawyer who gave the opinion, but said that he felt he was qualified to decide on Judge Penhollow’s eligibility. He said something to the effect that the worst that could happen would be that the “young punk” would be restrained from taking a poke at Bloom, because of Bloom’s greater age.
When the restraining order was presented, Meyer commented, “Well, I hope he (Judge Penhollow) knows what he’s doing. That’s all I can say.”
“He does,” said Goodrich.
“He doesn’t,” said Bloom. “Anything to please the local boys.”
25 YEARS AGO
For the week ending
June 29, 1988
Buffalo on the loose
Virginia Wallace isn’t a person who is easily buffaloed, but a real live buffalo easily bullied her into scurrying from her backyard lounge chair and into her house this morning.
“I was just sitting there drinking a diet cherry Coke,” said Wallace, who with her husband, Floyd, is a caretaker at Shevlin Park, four miles west of Bend. “And I couldn’t really see it until it was right up on me. It came right up the walkway and darn near scared me to death.”
Bob Ward, a spokesman for Crooked River Ranch, said, “We’ve been looking for one for three or four days.”
A buffalo breakout occurred several days ago when the Lions Club had a butcher shoot one of the other buffaloes for their July 4 barbecue, and caused a small stampede in so doing.
“The other three and Buster were standing there just looking,” Ward recalled, and they said, ‘Wait a minute. I’m not going to be next.’”
The renegade bull wandering around in Shevlin Park or beyond is the only buffalo still at large, and Ward said the buffalo’s fate is uncertain.
“Our buffalo man is on his way down there right now to try to locate him. But if he has any trouble at all, the only thing to do is just shoot him,” he said.