Mail Tribune 100, Jan. 6, 1922
Jan. 6, 1922
VALLEY VISITED BY FIRST REAL SNOW OF YEAR
One of those rare things of beauty in the Rogue River valley, a snowfall of some depth, which fills one with delight at seeing Medford and the valley transformed in picturesque garb of white and the queer, wonderful, fantastic and almost unbelievable formations on the trees, posts and objects, thrilled everyone on arising this morning.
There were three inches of snow on the ground, which fell between midnight and early this morning — soft snow — which threatened to soon melt away. Much did melt this forenoon, but there was a lot left this afternoon with the probability that there would be a further snowfall. The forecast is for unsettled weather with probable rain or snow. This snowfall is something like the “million dollar rain: in the good it does the orchards and crops, as the precipitation fairly oozed into the ground where it is badly needed.
The average citizen, who on seeing the snow from his bedroom window this morning recalled vividly Longfellow’s “It snows, cries the school boy, Hurrah, etc.,” but when the citizens started from home, plodding away thru the soft snow, which soon became slush, the beauty of the scene began to diminish. Also the autoists enthusiasm decreased as their cars began to slip and slide, and it required careful driving.
But the school children’s enthusiasm increased the wetter their feet and clothing got, snow balling each other, and rolling huge balls or fashioning queer snow figures.
The snow was too soft and wet to sweep off, and life was too short to shovel it off, the average man quickly figured out, as he left home for the day’s duties.
GEORGE MADDOX IS CHECKER CHAMPION
The clipper artists at the Wisenant barber shop now have a topic of conversation which can be discussed with gusto equal to that which was employed while re-fighting the Tate-Wills fiasco staged in the Milwaukee arena last Monday.
The momentous checker tournament, which has been pending for months at that shop, was pulled off Wednesday night and George Maddox, diminutive bootblack at the shop, carried off the honors. Contenders for the shop title included George Maddox, G. O’Brien, Ned Slusher, and Ernest Womack, but the decisive victory of the first named left no room for doubt or argument.
Patrons of the shop may now enjoy a tranquil discussion of the arms conference or of the latest fight “dope” without being dragged into an argument on whether a “king” in the third red square from the left hand side of the board should be moved forwards or back. However the checker “bug” has bitten deeply and venomously and a contender to little George’s title is expected to put in an appearance at any moment.
— Alissa Corman; firstname.lastname@example.org