Mail Tribune 100
July 14, 1915
FIFTY MEN BUILDING DAM AT FISH LAKE
J.T. Sullivan, manager of the Rogue River Canal company, has returned from a trip to Fish lake. He traveled by auto, reaching the dam at the west end of the lake. This is the first time an auto has ever made the trip.
Manager Sullivan reports that fifty men are now employed on the construction of the dam, and that within the next ten days or two weeks the force will be increased to 150. The dam will be completed by the time snow flies.
GRADE CROSSINGS FINE FOR CORONERS
(Gold Hill News.)
Grade crossings are all to the fine — for the undertaker. A passenger train rammed a motorcycle at the treacherous Tolo turnpile last Sunday. Both riders escaped by a mere miracle. Accidents at this point are of tiresome frequency. Eventually one will demand a toll that shall cause a general surfeit of horror. Yet County Judge Tou Velle is alone in his stand for a minimum of dangerous track crossings on the Pacific highway in Jackson county. Commissioners Madden and Leever, if their stubborn demand for three such morgue fillers is met, will have much to answer for, and the debit will be a red one.
BEAR THINKS LADY'S BULLETS BEE STINGS
(Grants Pass Courier.)
Mrs. C.H. Clements, who is camping on upper Deer creek with her husband this summer, was the heroine of a more or less exciting bear story Saturday. Accompanied by Mrs. Andy McCarty and Miss Frances McLaren, Mrs. Clements was strolling up Deer creek when a black bear appeared within a short distance of the ladies. Mrs. Clements was armed with a small rifle and she stood her ground, firing a couple of shots at the Bruin. The bear, evidently thinking, if bears think, that the bumble bees were bothering again, laid down and rolled over and over, the favorite method by which those of his family rid themselves of bees and hornets. The ladies, however, immediately took to the brush and to camp and the protection of the sterner sex. Armed with heavier artillery and a fresh supply of nerve, the attacking party returned to the scene of the affray the following morning, expecting to find a dead bear, but there was nothing except bear tracks, all leading away from the vicinity.