T\TENTY.FIVE YEARS AGO TODAY

As repo*ed in The California Lumber Merchant Novembe r 1 , 1930 tute of Southern California has completed organization and is located at 6420 Avalon Blvd., with Kenneth Smith manager, and J. M. Chase as his assistant.

The Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Company of San Francisco announces the purchase of the retail lumber yard of Pope & Talbot, located at Third and Berry Streets, San -Francisco.

Robert H. Anderson, prominent retail lumberman of Ogden, Utah, died suddenly October 9, aged 55. He was well and favorablv known in California.

The Pomona Valley Lumbermen's Club, ifornia, was reorganized at a night meeting 15, with J' Fred Nutter as secretary.

Two 65-ton locomotives hauling log trains met in a headon collision on the Red River Lumber Company logging railroad near Westwood recently. There was no loss of life.

It is announced that Los Angeles ranked third. in the Pomona, Cal- nation in total volume of residential construction during held October 1929, passed only by New York and Chicago.

Levi Crannell, president of the Little River Redwood , Company, Crannell, California, died October 21 at his home in Ottawa, Canada. He was 88.

J. R. King, prominent retail lumberman of Bakersfield, California, died October 25 at the age of 84. He was head of the King Lumber Company, and father of Elmore and 1 llverett lllng.

The newly organized Lumber and Allied Products fnsti-

M. J. Scanlon, one of the nation's foremost lumber manufacturers, died October 2 at. his home in Minneapolis. He was president of the Brooks-Scanlon Lumber Company, with large mills at Bend, Oregon; in Florida, and in British Columbia. He was 69.

Heods Up Smokey Beor Gompoign

William W. Huber, on the staff of the Regional Forester of the Pacific Northwest Region of the Forest Service, has been named director of the Smokey Bear Forest Fire Prevention Campaign.

Bob Hood Joins Pickering As Assistonf Sqles Monoger

Bob Hood, formerly manager of Tarter, Webster & Johnson's San Francisco sales office, has joined Pickering Lumber Corpi'rration, Standard, Calif., as assistant sales manager, according to F. F. Nlomyer, president of the big Pickering sar,r,mill. Hood, whcr took over his nerv duties October 10, rvill rl'ork rvith Don Fliggins, Pickering sales manager, and will continue to service eastern and California accounts.

Bob Hood originally received l.ris sarvmill training during the summer vacation months r.r'hile he u.as attending Stanford university. After graduating from the Stanford Graduate School of Business in June of 1948, he rvent to u'ork in the Italph L. Smith Lumber Company sa\\rmill at Anderson, and gradually worked through the mill into that firm's sales office.

In October 1950, Hoorl left Smith and joined Tarter, Webster & Johnson, Inc., at San Francisco.

Oronge Counfy Consfruction Jumps

Santa Ana.-Q6n5l1u6tion in rural Orange County has topped $100 million in the first nine months of 1955, a jump of more than $30 million over 1954.

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lirrle Boy Blue

By Eugene Field

The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue, Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till f come," he said, "And don't you make any noise !" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of his pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song, Awakened our Little Boy BlueOh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true.

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, fn the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Since he kissed them and put them there.

No, Indeed, He Wouldn'l

Psychiatrist: "What do you dream about at night?"

Patient: "Baseball."

Psychiatrist: "Don't you dream about anything else?"

Patient: "Nope, just baseball."

Psychiatrist: "Don't you ever dream about pretty girls?"

Patient: "What! And miss my turn at bat?"

Twelve ldeos

Here are twelve things that a thinking man should always hold in mind:

The value of time

The success of perseverance

The pleasure of working

The dignity of simplicity

The worth of character

The power of kindness

The infuence of example

The obligation of duty

The wisdom of economy

The value gf patience

The improvement of talent

The joy of originating.

Foot in lYlouth

"IIow is your wife?" the man asked an old friend he had not seen or heard of in years.

"She's in heaven." said the friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the first. Then he realized he had made a bust, so he hastily added: "I mean, I'm glad." That made it still worse, and he burst out: "Well, anyway, I'm surprised."

Lincoln's Gettysburg Address

(Delivered at the dedication of the National Cemetery at Gettysburg, November 19, 1863.)

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far beyond our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, or long remember, what rnle say here; but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Gorny?

A tourist stopped his car alongside a grand looking cornfield, went into the field and came out with his arms full of big ears of corn, just as a country-looking truck stopped close by.

The tourist looked ashamed and foolish, put his hand in his pocket and asked how much?

"About a dollar, I guess," said the driver of the truck. He handed the fellow the dollar, and was climbing into his car when he heard the other say: "Sure a nice field of corn. Wonder who owns it?"