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Mail Tribune 100, March 13, 1920

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

March 13, 1920


The public is invited to witness the commencement of drilling the first oil well of the Trigonia Oil & Gas company near Phoenix tomorrow afternoon, and a large crowd is expected to be present to see this long-anticipated event.

The spudding in of the well will commence promptly at 3 o’clock and an interesting feature of the occasion will be the taking of moving pictures of the crowd and all the doings incidental to the drilling. Surely we’ll all be there in our best bibs and tuckers so as to look our best in the moving pictures, which will be exhibited in the local theatres as soon as the films are developed. The pictures will be taken by A. C. Allen.

The reason the company decided to begin drilling Sunday afternoon is that so many people who desired to witness the operation had requested that time.

The well will be christened, too, for the Trigonia company is doing this thing up in style. Miss Edith Campbell, daughter of W. N. Campbell, who is vice-president of the company, will do the christening by breaking a bottle of grape juice over the derrick.

To reach the well from Medford, go south on the Pacific Highway and turn to the left across Bear creek bridge, then proceed straight east one and one-half miles and turn off one-quarter of a mile. The derrick will be in plain sight most of the way.


March Winds

By Walt Mason

Enjoy the whooping winds of March, exult in every stormy day, recline beneath a bending larch, and breathe in all the air you may. For soon the climate will repeat the stunt it’s pulled for countless years, and ship in every brand of heat that it can bring from solar spheres. The later sultry days of June are just before you, as you’ll find; July will land upon you soon, and August won’t be far behind. So sit beneath a tortured beech, and let the cold winds fan your brow; enjoy the March winds as they screech — you have such blessings with you now. For soon again you’ll have to rise to tasks ’neath which the spirit squirms; again you’ll have to swat the flies, and boil the microbes and the germs. Through long, long summer nights you’ll lie, and yearn in vain for soothing sleep, and wish the weather sharps might die, or moulder in a donjon keep. So sit beneath the spreading oak, and let the March winds do their trick; the heat of summer is no joke, and it is coming, pretty quick.

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