October 23,1956 October 23,1956 PHONE 1100 - YOUR NEWSPAPER BLOSSOMS At the Joe Van Baale residence in Monroe, the apple trees were bearing blossoms in early October Faster Gains With Beef Supplements HOSPITALS With stilbestrof, or if you prefer, without itilbestrol... either w«y, FELCO Beef Supplement* can put fait, low-cost gaini on your feeder*. , FELCO Beef Supplements have: MOUISSCfl to stimulate appetites and to promote bacterial activity in the paunch; MINERALS to build bones for fast gaining cattle; VITAMINS to aid feed efficiency. Stop in this week, and get the story on FELCO Beef Supplements. Or, ast your neighbor. He'll tell you FELCO can't be beat raws SAVINGS THE REST ASK YOUR NEIGHBOR West Bend Elevator Co w West Bend. Fenton Cooperative Elevator Co. Fenton. The Farmers Elevator. Bode. Farmers Cooperative Elevator Co., Swea City. Whittemore Cooperative Elevator, Whittemore. Lone Rock Cooperative Elevator Co., Lone Rock Burt Cooperative Elevator, Burt. del. 2 — Mrs Louis Hafiaen, Burt, medical. Oct. 3 — Charles Murphy, Algona, medical; Baby CJirl Batt, Burt, boarder; Donald A. RarMus, Algona, medical; Ole Stahgland, Kilkeny, Minn., medical. Oct. 4 — W. A. Richardson, Algona, medical; Mrs L. D. Martin, Webster City, medical; Mrs, Robert Kain, Algona, medical.;Oct. S—Mrs Harvey Boeckholt, Bancroft, medical; Patricia Juchem, Wesley, medical; Esther Hodgson, Burt, medical; i Mrs Willis Struecker, Whitterh'orte, girl, 7-5%; Mrs Charles Schlie- vert, Algona maternity. Oct. 6 — Bernadine Brunning, Corwith, medical; Mrs Warren Dodd, Sr., Bode, medical; John Kohlwes, Algona, medical. Oct. 7 — Mrs Paul Eigler, Fenton, medical. ' Oct. 7 — Mrs Paul Eigler, Fenton, medical. Oct. 8 — Timothy Blumberg, Algona, medical; R. M. Schoby, Algona, medical. , Oct. 8 — Mrs Jack Mears, Algona, boy, 8-5%. Oct. 9 — Jane Kohlhaas, Bode, T & A; Patricia Juchem, Wesley, medical; Charles Shell, Algona, medical; Mrs Robert Mayer, Algona, girl, 8-1%! Mrs Paul Willey, Algona, boy, 7-9. Oct. 10 — Mrs John B. Mertz, Jr., West Bend, boy, 7-12%; Baby Cathy Schlievert, Algona, boarder. Oct. 11 — Mrs Larry Holding, Burt, girl, 8-13%; Mrs Jennie Luken, Wesley, medical; Mrs Gregory Augustine, B a n c r o ft, medical. Oct. 12 — Mrs Ben Studer, Wesley, medical; Mrs Charles Penrod, Algona, boy, 8-5; Mrs Earl Meier, Burt, maternity. Oct. 13 — Mrs Dennis Elsbecker, Lone Rock, maternity; Mrs John Snere, Algona, medical; David Stream, Algona, medical. Oct. 14 — Mrs Willis Kuecker, Whittemore, maternity. Oct. 15 — Mrs Dennis Elsbecker, Lone Rock, maternity. 57 YEARS Henry Ewoldt has retired as freight agent on the Rock Island at Oakland, after 57 years of railroad service. He'll be 80 next March. A/gona Boy Tells Experience As Forestry Smoke Jumper Ray Schenck Parachutes Into Wilds Of W.Montana Just out and just wonderful J Editor's Note: Ray Schenck, author of this article, is an Algona high graduate of 1948, then served as paratrooper in the U.S. army and has 20 jumps recorded. He is now in his third year as a major in forestry at Oregon Stale college at Corvallis, Oregon. Mis summer occupation was as a recruit forester, and hit experiences as recorded here are, we think, quite unusual. He is also an Oregon State letter winner on the wrestling team. * • • Since I worked for the Forest Service Smoke jumping this past summer I thought I would try to describe a typical jump into one of the primitive wilderness areas of the West that the Forest Service is doing a good job of fireproofing. After making 14 practice and fire jumps into these remote, roadless areas of Montana, Idaho, and California, I gained a profound appreciation for the usefulness and maintenance of these areas for their recreational values. With the press of civilization our population is pushing further and further to find good hunting, fishing and camping, and to find in the wilderness real solitude and beauty. Rather than exploit these areas for their small commercial value they should be preserved in their Raymond Schenck around it; you're going to be busy but you ought to be able to handle it," said our foreman. "I'm going to jump you in that small Lodgepole Pine area on ridge." This area top of the about two hundred feet square was the only natural state in order "to provide " u ," a ;?° ^ l?"^ 6 ??£ ° t Y < the greatest eood for the great- ?. afe plac . e to ^mp as the rest of Tf>« beouflfu/fy new Bet Air Sport Coup* wiW) Body by Ftihet. SEE THE 9 g? CHEVROLET TODAY! 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Tht new Be/ Air 4-Door Stdaa— oflf el SO ilriking n«w Chevies. Only franchised Chevrolet dealer* display this famous trademark KOSSUTH MOTOR CO Southwest Courthouse Square Phone 30Q t the greatest good for the great est number of people over the longest period of time." Parachuting and firefighting have their dangers but the characteristic that is demanded most in a smokejumper is a capacity for hard work. It is not too uncommon for a jumper to experience what happened to me when I jumped into the Trinity Alps Wilderness of Northern California and worked 60 hours without sleep, but a typical fire goes more like the following narrative. So with bare description here it is: Early Saturday morning, July 28th, a small, lightning-caused fire was spotted in an inaccessible area of the Sapphire Range on the Lolo National Forest ir western Montana. A request was immediately radioed to the Aerial Fire Depot at Missoula for two jumpers. "Here We Go" Ten men had already jumped earlier in the day so George Tranburg of Ryegate, Mont., and I were at the top of the list. The call activated us something like the command "Scramble" does in the Airforce. We hurriedly struggled into our padded, canvas jumpsuits. This suit along with a football helmet with a wire-mesh face mask affords good protection for landing in trees; a 200 foot let-down rope is also provided for the man to lower himself to the ground in case his chute hangs in a tree. Within minutes we had loaded ourselves, our tools, and other equipment aboard an airplane and were airborne southward down the Bitterroot Valley. We flew over the crest of the Sapphires, and there on a finger ridge at about 7000 feet elevation was the fire. Arriving over the fire we noted it was still small, but was crowning out in the understory trees as it ate its way up the ridge aided by a good breeze. "Hit the hot spots at the head of the fire first, then get a line the country was either big trees, rocks, or jumbled piles of windfalls. We circled the area as the foreman dropped drift streamers to determine the varying wind currents. On the fourth pass over George got in the door with me behind set for the jump. "Hold into the wind all the way down, and it should bring you right into the spot." At the proper moment the foreman slapped George and said, "Go." With a "whoosh! whoosh!" we both went out. After my chute opened I started steering for the area with my guide lines. The trip down was Uneventful except that George and I collided once in the air as we maneuvered for the same spot. I lit in the top of a 25 foot Lodgepole and then broke on through to the ground. I looked up and there was George crashing through another tree about 30 feet away. We scrambled out of our jump suits and signalled the plane we were okay. With this *the plane came in low and dropped out tools and equipment on one chute and a five-gallon can of drinking water on another. Encounter With Moose To halt the moving portion of the fire we started a trench within a few feet of the head of it. Whenever fire would climb up a tree we would knock it down with shovels full of dirt. We used pulaskis and shovels for this fire-line work and by late afternoon we had the fire completely lined. This trench was dug down through the organic duff to mineral soil so that the fire would burn clean as far as the trench and stop. Without exaggerating, this was very hot and tiring work. That night we bedded down in disposable paper sleeping bags lined with our cargo chutes. At four-thirty the next morning I was wakened by a strange noise and looked out of ray bag to see in the dawn light a big bull moose not more than forty feet away, standing, with his big anllers in velvet, looking at us with curious, uncomprehending eyes. "Hey George, look at the moose," I whispered, "Let's get his picture." "Moose, my foot! Get up a tree!" he shouted as clothed only in a pair of shorts he started to climb the nearest Lodgepole. This seemed to scare Mr. Moose, who apparently didn't want to be obnoxious that day, so he took off trotting through the pines. While I laughed, George slithered down the tree meanwhile citing many instances when jumpers had been treed by these temperamental beasts. This Time A Bear The whole of that day was spent spading the coals of the fire into the mineral subsoil and digging out the burning stumps and roots so that by nightfall not a single bit of smoke was coming from the burn. After a hard day such as this we went to bed just as a big full moon was coming up in the east giving the forest a beautiful, enchanted look. About midnight I heard a noise and sat suddenly upright. There out through the trees I could see a big bear walking on his hind legs coming toward us. He stood at least six and a half feet tall as he came forward with his massive shoulders, undulating, apparently attracted by our greasy C-ration. The broad shoulders, the big head, and the silver ruff meant only one thing — that it was a grizzly. Since we were forbidden to carry firearms there was only one thing to do — yell. I shouted, and screamed as loud as a scared man is able; with a '"Woof," Mr. Bear took off tearing a swathe through the brush. George, who was awakened with all the noise, commented quietly, "What's wrong? He won't hurt you; he was just hungry." The next day we gave the fire the final check by going through every foot of the burn on hands and knees feeling all of the logs, burnt stump holes, duff, and charred roots. Anything hot enough to burn the bare hand would indicate that the fire was not completely out. Looking like chimney sweeps, we passed judgment that the fire was definitely out. Final 10 Mile Hike Retrieving our jump suits and parachutes from the trees and gathering our tools we strapped all of this gear on a packboard and put this load of 105 pounds on our backs. The map said the nearest forest service trail was three and a half miles cross- country. First we went more-or- less hand over hand down a 2000 foot talus rock slide. Then it was a long battle through a jungle of Lodgepole windfalls. The final spurt was a struggle up another ridge and down the other side to a small creek where we came upon the trail. After a packout such as that a person respectfully visualizes himself as a beast of burden. George said that all the way he could feel his ears growing longer. We left the gear on the trail to be picked up by mule-train, then hiked seven miles down the trail to a forest service access road. Here the ranger later picked us up for our long ride back to the base. We felt a certain satisfaction in the job we had just finished, for we kept to less than an acre a fire that could have gone to two, ten, a hundred or even more acres if the firefighters had walked into it instead of parachuting in. Then too, there was the aesthetic satisfaction that comes from working in and hik- ing through virgin country that probably no Snore than ten white men have ever seen. favings CHRIS REESE A Lllile el Thii, a Ll»ll« of Thai; Not Much ol Anything COAD FOR Congress DEMOCRAT: SIXTH DISTRICT MERWIN COAD of Bocae ELECT THE MAN WHO WILL SERVE YOU COUNTIES OF THE SIXTH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT: BOONE, CALHOUN, CARROL, CRAWFORD, EMMET, GREENE, HAMILTON. HANCOCK, HUMEOLDT, KOSSUTH, PALO ALTO, POCAHONTAS, WEBSTER, WINNEBAGO, WRIGHT. (43-44) Shorlly we'll all hurry up and eat our breakfast one day and then we'll hurry to the polls ana do our voting and so we'll call it a day well begun, so to speak. I note that of the thirteen county officers there are nine listed as democrats and this would indicate that politically the county of Kossuth leans democratic. Did you know lhal while silting at ease, comfortable, during a minute's time you take 17 breaths? Well, try it and count 'em. But now, with the political term being here, it's different, because on account of the talking and arguing you may do, so to speak. And so it is that you have to make up that difference in breath taking because on account of you must provide your lungs with sufficient of outside air to keep them operating normally. So, why wouldn't it be smart to have some records made which would contain all of your political arguments and when you meet up with an opposite guy just hand him'a record? Think of all the breath you'd save. Yep; it's a fact, the top discussion between gents these days seem to be along political lines, and rightly, because on account of in another few days we're going to do some X marking on ballots. And juding from the arguments and the interest taken by voters at this time the X marking is going to run into big numbers, so to speak. And judging from what I hear there is being a lot of betting done, sure has horsa racing backed entirely off the map. However, It's not against the law to bet so long as you confine it to political candidates, so to speak. I have been approached by several gents as 1 to the leaf falling question because on account of I at one time mentioned there were 2,574,870,580 leaves that would fall and be raked and burned in Algona within the next esveral weeks. And so I am suggesting that Werner Strueck- er, Matt Murtha and Chuck Paxson join as a committee and they in turn select ladies and gents who know an adding machine when they see one and so take up the question as to the number of leaves yet within the Algona city limits. And Charley Clement told me that he burned over a dozen of bushels of leaves which had blown into his yard from the neighborhood and many of which my yard had furnished, but to them he was welcome and it saved me a chore. When I asked him did he have any idea as to the number of leaves in a bushel he answered that he didn't think there was any man in Algona who could count far enough to reach the bushel's total. And maybe he's got something there, so to speak. Chris Wallukaii offered a suggestion which does seem reasonable as to the disposition of the abundance of leaves at this time. He suggested that boys be engaged to gather the leaves which had been raked and that they pack them in smaller cartons, so solid that they could be taken out and so stored in basements of homes and in that manner would prove a splendid fuel for furnaces, much cleaner than coal and much less of ashes. And what a sensible disposition that would prove of the leaf problem. They would prove a much lighter fuel than coal and there would be a dispensation of the coal ash question, a much cleaner winter fuel, so to speak. But ii's a cinch that the leal problem annually is really a problem because on account of the vast number of leaves and because of the breezes piling them from neighborhood to neighborhood, so to spqlak. It sure would be nice, however, if the government would conceive some method to handle the leaf problem and thus take it out of our hands. There's an idea, why don't one of the parties, republican or democrat, take that matter over and offer a trade in votes for so many bushels of leaves, so to speak? ESCAPED Seven year old Charles Lumpkin, of near Oakland, narrowly escaped death by suffocation when shelled corn caved in on him after he had crawled into a crib. His father noticed the boys legs sticking through the wall of the crib and effected his rescue.
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