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Mail Tribune 100, April 8, 1919

The following news items were drawn from the archives of the Mail Tribune 100 years ago.

April 8, 1919


Night Policeman William Garrett, better know by his nickname of “Bill” is no longer an officer of the peace and morality of Medford between the hours of midnight and 8 a.m. Garrett resigned under pressure, or in other words, was fired — fired, smudged and scorched by Mayor Gates yesterday, and now the familiar haunts that knew him the past six months or more know him no more.

All this because Bill allowed his curiosity and thirst to get the better of him in the police headquarters in the Commercial building Sunday night, and sampled some of Low Jew’s whiskey being held against the Chinese bootlegger who was so heavily sentenced yesterday.

Garrett, according to the mayor, admits that he took a drink out of one of Lou Jew’s demijohns. That he was about to fill a half pint bottle from the demijohn is the statement of William E. McFurson, the new deputy sheriff and motorcycle cop who happened in the police station unexpectedly and stopped the proceedings.

McFurson did not place Garrett under arrest as the latter promised to appear before Mayor Gates next day.

When Garrett appeared before the mayor yesterday morning he was given a verbal tongue lashing and told to quit the police force at once. Garrett then demanded that if must quit that he be given immediately what pay was due him from the city to date. Mayor Gates quickly paid him out of his own pocket and Bill was returned to private life.


Tracks always have the atmosphere of mystery about them. Doesn’t make any difference whether they be railroad tracks, which lead into the land of far away, or little or big foot prints.

Tracks key up your imagination — particularly odd looking tracks. Perhaps you can’t figure out the sort of animal that has passed on its journey. That adds to the zest of the question.

Many animals have big, husky feet, and it’s worth while brushing up in this track business to discover what kind of an animal makes foot prints like the ones that are printed in today’s issue.

After all, a little fun adds to the joy of living. And you’ll undoubtedly get some fun out of this real old time mystery.


The song of the lawn mower is now heard thruout the land and the lawns of the city are beginning to take on their usual attractive summer appearance.


The flag over the local office of the Standard Oil company is flying at half mast because of the death of W. S. Rheams, president of the Standard Oil company of California. The flags over all the company’s offices and plants are at half mast. Mr. Rheams was the second Standard Oil company president to die within a year.

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