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Mail Tribune 100

Jan. 3, 1916


The old year was properly ushered out and the new year befittingly welcomed in one of the gayest and pleasantest functions in the city's history at the Hotel Medford Friday night. The tastefully decorated grill room was crowded to its utmost capacity, space enough being reserved for dancing between the courses of an elaborate turkey dinner. Noisy knickknacks were distributed among the guests and amid the din of horns, the music of the orchestra and the tossing of mutli-colored paper ribbons above overhead wires, giving a gay carnival effect to the scene, Happy New Year was drunk for the last time with sparkling vintage. Dancing continued until 2 o' clock, when the departing guests showered congratulations and good wishes upon Mine Host Emil Mohr for one of the jolliest entertainments ever provided anywhere. 

Elsewhere in the city the passing of the wet year and the birth of the dry regime was noisily celebrated, many citizens supposed to be safely aboard the water wagon utilizing the opportunity for a sudden and brief fall. Bar rooms were crowded, though the exhaustion of supplies forced the crowd to drink whatever happened to be on hand. This did not deter, but rather added to the general hilarity. But good order was maintained and there was no rioting.

At churches watch meetings were held and thanksgiving services over the defeat and departure of demon rum greeted the new born year.

Notwithstanding the fact that the horoscope of the new year had been written by middle minds as to what it would bring, it brought with it the first day, at least, a delightfully sunny morning without storm. Its initial smile is said to be a good omen, for January, to begun with, a little more gloomy; for February, and softer and more rain for March.

The greatest favor the new year can bestow on the Rogue River valley, however, is to give at least thirty-six inches of rain during those three months.