REDWOOD-DOUGLAS FIR

Wholesole Yord fillllr or Portlond, Oregon Somoc, Collf.

S. Ill. Gorner Det Amo ond Alamcdc Blvdr. Dominguez Junction - Complgn, Collf. Phones NEwmsrk l-865t NEvodc 6'236ft our policy ls to ship a breakdoutn o! items in cars to enable yards to keep their inventofies in balance-at least as much os is poisibte consistent with quantity production.

To Otu Fcllen Soldiers

(Jamea McGuinncrt, who recently died of hcart feiltirc broirght on by his cearelem 6ght againet Communirm in Ameiica, wrote the following magnificcnt tribute to our fellen soldiers. It ia a great Ecrapbook piecc; a mureum piece, in fact.)

"Humbly revercnt' we lay the wreath of eweet rcmem' brance bef-o:e thoge, our comrades, who made the lart, the utmost payment to cstablieh and prcrcrvc the frccdom they bcqucatired to us as the greateat gift of comradeship and lovc. We are alive because they are dead. We taste each day the luscious fruits of their rublime generosity. We know c".h d"y the brightness of the returning 8un; walking in the free breeze of a land still free becauae of thoee who fcll so that we might stand erect, owing no man anything but affection freely given.

"'We see each night the silent brilliance of thc stars with their promise of eternity; finding sleep in calm surety that no tyiant can shatter our rest by violent intrusions of our homes and seizures of our Persons.

"Because of them, the fallen, we are the living' Because of them, the fallen we are free. Because of them we are now able to face the foul tyranny now enslaving half the world and say, clearly and without falter: 'That which was preserved for us by the blood of our brothers, is God's litt to His sons. To fail freedom, would be to deny Divine !ta""; to betray our country and to foul the memories of our magnificent dead. Confronting the power your evil has assembled, we are unafraid. Freedom is of God' and must endure. Tyranny and evil shall perish.'

"The scowling, cynical intellectuals of the left-having cautiously evaded the tumult and the agony of battleare our enemies no l,ess than the booted hordes who have trampled down the ideals and the goodness of Christian civilization everywhere they have marched. In the service of hatred, they have murdered love. And their agents are many among us.

"I quote from Archbishop Ireland's address on patriotism: 'this country is America: Only those who are loyal to her can be allowed to live under her Flag; and they who are loyal to her may enjoy her liberties and rights' If that allegiance is not plenary and supreme, he is false to the profession of allegiance; if it is, he is an American"

"Yes, we have a duty toward our traitors. In our hands is the bright sword of truth. It was put into our hands by those who died for truth. The blood of our heroic comrades has seeped into the earth of every continent and stained the waters of every sea. We are the guardians of a nationhood which has never taken up arms in aggression, but only in defense.

"For life and death, for the body and the eternal soul, the war is upon us-the war forged by men who want for themselves the powers that belong to God alone' In the memory of that great and gallant army which poured rich, red wine of youth to keep us free, we pledge ourselves to bc worthy of thcir tacrificer, and to cherirh thc duty thcy to richly pcrformed. Mey Almighty God blcu our cautc' and may He makc us truly thc ronr of Hia frccdom"'

Plcrving Sde on the Fcrm

The farmer'r wifc cdled thc local druggist on ttre phone, and wanted to know if she was talHng to the druggist himrelf. He agsured hcr that he was the druggirt, and asked what he could do for her. She said:

"I want to ask you to be gure and write plain on them bottlee of medicine we ordered from you thir morning, eo I can be sure which bottle is for the horse, and which is for my husband. You see, I want to be sure nothing happcnE to that horse before spring plowing starts"'

A Plqin Duty

The lady of thc house noticed that her colored cook had been very much in the dumps for a couple of days, instead of bcing her usual cheerful self, so she thought it her duty to try *a n"tp her out of whatever was worrying hcr' She said i "Mandy, I don't want to inquire into your pcrsonal affairs except to bc helpful, but I notice you are worrying and I want to tell you that your trouble, whatever it may be, is surely not u'orth the worry you are doing'"

But Mandy shook her head. That was not her sort of philosophy. She said:"How come hit ain't wuth worrying Lrbout, Mam? When de Old Mastuh sends me tribulations, He specks me to tribulate, don't He?"

Remembrcnceg

Crimson roses in a bowl, Full blown and yellow centered, Remind me of the Parlor

We children seldom entered; Except when there was comPany' Then Freddie played the fiddle, And everyone ate chocolate cake With chocolate in the middle.

Fluffy roses. in a bowl

Quaintly sad, then gay

They make music in mY heart

Like Freddie used to plaY.

-Clarence Bowman.

Whcrt Then?

The old man had just learned that his son was about to be married, so he thought it his duty to give him some advice about married life.

"Marriage should be a cooperative affair," he said' "If she's in the mood to sing, sing with her. If she's drying dishes, dry dishes with her. Get the idea?"

"But," said the son, "suppose she wants to mop the floor?"