Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, February 18, 1914, Page 24

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1913 1918 Valuation, Taxes Valuation Rate ‘Taxes Decrease| Dollars Rate Mills =‘ Raised Dollars Mills = Railsed 1913 1913 @tate Taxes .. .. .. -......-25,501,765 3 58 91618 62 25,714,607 503 129843 98 sia 27725 36 County Taxes .. .. .. 26-591, 765 $12 207831 14 25,714,507 787 202373 20 5a ®chool Dist, No. 1 ~ 4,048,177 15 70 63556 38 4,124,416 22 80 94086 65 = 30480 27 Schoo} Dist. No. 2 .. -13,265,599 7 04 93389 81 13,284,010 512 6776813 | 25681 School Dist. No 5 . 102,090 7:00 714 68 106,195 1630 1730 96 1016 33 School Dist No, 6 .. 631,953 32,70 20665 02 646,877 31:92 «20648 32 16 70 School Dist. No. 9 .. 7,415,044 11 10 82306 98 7,472,902 14 40 107609 88 25302 90 School Dist. No. 10 44,225 26 00 1149 85 47,632 26 00 1238 44 88 59 School Dist, No. 11 84,662 22 60 1913 36 (82,475 2600 2144 36 230 00 State Loans Alvwood 47,017 2 60 122 24 60,721 1 60 81 16 41 08 State Loans Ardenhurst 70,743 2 60 183 92 70,489 «7 40 521 62 337 70 State Loans Wawina .. 68 045 68,868 2 70 275 47 s 275 47 State Loans School Dist. 13,265,599 66 8755 29 13,234,010 48 6352 33 2402 96 State Loans School Dist.No.6 — 631,958 646,877 4 78 = 3092 07 3092 07 State Loans School Dist. 9 7,415,044 7,472,902 40 2989 17 2989 17 State Loans School Dist.No.11 84,662 7 59 26 82,475 6 30 519 59 460 33 Town of Alvwood .. . 47,017 12 80 01 80 60,721 12 80 598 51 12 29 Town of Ardenhurst .. 70,743 14 20 1004 64 70,489 25.80 1818 62 814 08 Town of Arbo .. .. .. 142,913 15 50 2258 08 (141,517 23 40-3811 52 1053 49 Town of Bearville .. .. 161,231 11 90 1918 65 164,906 1270 2094 42 175 77 Town of Bigfork .. .. 80,462 26 10 2100 07 94,799 23 40 2661 10 661 03 own of Bass Brook .. 262,719 14 20 3730 67 247,392 1780 4829 75 599 08 Town of Bass Lake .. 52,648 12 90 679 14 52,462 18°90 991 64 320 40 Town of Bajsam .. .. 203,867 38 30 7808 10 216,500 3450 7469 26 338 84 Town of Blackberry .. 15,442 24 60 1855 87 77,704 «25 50 = -:1981 45 125 58 *Town of Carpenter .. 62,993 12 40 781.11 186,236 1750 3260 14 2478 03 Town of Deer River 67,443 21 80 1470 24 71,452 37 00 2643 72 1172 38 Town of Feeley .. -- 36,982 15 70 1863 82 86,379 2350 2881 82 1018 00 Town of Grand Rapids | 817,267 3 10 6619 84 811,265 1240 ©9485 95. 2866 11 Town of Goodland .. .. + 131,330 9 40 1309 70 141,284 15 20 2149 06 839 36 Town of Grattan .. .. 42,217 13 6 674 15 41,891 15 60 611 62 37 47 own of Greenway 6,062,315 5 00 30811 67 6,774,871 620 30415 31 103 74 Town of Good Hope 7,434 15 00 111 61 10,055 17 30 173 97 67 46 Town of Harris .. 81,267 11 80 958 95 81,688 1880 1685 74 576 79 Town of Iron Range . 6,832,687 2.30 15717 47 7,133,530 350 17978 93 2261 46 Town of Lake Jessie 64,143 12 30 788 96 92,832 21.70 2012 61 1223 65 Town of Moose Park 58,656 1470 862 25 60,134 20 20 1214 72 352 49 Town of Marcell .. .. 229,235 12 90 2957 13 194,900 21 10 4066 54 1109 41 Town of Nore .. ae 93,304 8 20 765 09 96,165 13 90 1836 71 571 62 Town of Nashwauk .. 530,389 200 15060 77 7,589 223 345 21029 34 5968 57 Town of Oteneagen .. 66,610 12 6 713 28 66,501 2450 1884 29 671 01 Town of Popple .. .. - 61.763 9 40 580 57 62,422 1640 1023 73 443 16 Town of Sago .. .. 48.079 17 30 831 76 68,313 15 90 927 01 95 25 Town 104,377 17 40 1816 15 103,534 2960 3064 61 1248 46 Town 10,066 15 00 150 99 15,138 1 00 15 14 135 85 Town of Trout Lake . 342,049 14 60 4993 92 334,855 17 60 5681 37 687 45 Town of Third River 10 20 638 87 71,892 8 70 625 45 18 42 Town of Wawina 11 20 762 09 68,868 13 10 902 17 140 08 Town 0 12 00 2379 91 194,590 1910 3716 66 336 75 £ 28 80 5267 09 426,721 2470 10543 62 5276 53 No Levy 31,205 No Levy 25.00 1748 25 63,844 2680 1679 10 69°15 9 00 39975 71 4,526,018 8 85 40055 27 79 56 e of Calumet .. . 37 00 2689 34 69,611 37 60 2624 34 65 00 > of Deer River . 9 30 868 16 109,545 No Levy of Grand Rapi 33 20 16130 85 485,930 63 70 30953 78 14822 83 Village of Holman .. No Levy 12,624 No Levy Village of Keewatin .. 4,618,607 9 70 44800 48 4,618,193 9 75 45027 38 226 90 Village of LaPrairie .. 6,563 No Levy 6,689 No Levy Village of Marble .. 5,343,265 5 60 29922 28 5,036,659 400 20146 64 9775 64 Village of Nashwauk 1,728,548 14 60 25063 93 11823,656 16 45 29998 14 4934 21 Village of Taconite 2,109,910 6 60 13925 41 2,306,473 605 1395417 28 76 Village of Warba .. . 62,053 16 90 1048 69 50,660 19 80 1008 07 45 62 Village of Zemple .. .. 63,699 No Levy 59,030 No Levy *Carpenter in 1913 embraced 62.22, *Deer River—Town Bonds In 1913, 62.22, 62-23 and 62.24 The foregoing statement. prepared by the County Auditor, is hereby approved by this Board, respectfully and Interest and) Re-Assessment—1912 Levy. sub- mittted to the taxpayers of Itasca County, Minnesota, and ordered published as provided by law. Dated at Grand Rapids, this 20th day of January, 1914. Attest:- M. A, SPANG, County Auditor. eee ny, ANDY NELSON, Chairman Cc. M. KING MAURICE O'BRIEN JAMES PASSARD County Commissioners, FOR THE SUBSCRIBE NOW Herald-Review AND GET In Piano C 25,000 Vote ontest = : Showing That a Mistake May $ eae e By OSCAR COX : e The incident of this story was a re- cent occurrence. This is mentioned beforehand because there are carping critics who would say after reading it that the plan was farfetched; that such happenings are only to be found in stories and there is nothing probable in it. Mike Reiley, a young mason, started out to work on a bright morning. light hearted, for by the end of the week, when paid off, he would have the $500 that he had resolved to save before marrying Nora O’Toole, the girl he loved and who loved him better than all the world. The banns had been published, and everything was being made ready for the wedding, which was to occur in just ten days from that date. Mike said “So long” to his mother, who was a widow, and to his sister, Kathleen, who worked in a paper mill, and then walked briskly along till he came to the house where Nora lived and where he expected to see her sit- ting in the second story window sew ing- on her wedding outfit, for Nora knew the time that Mike went to work and was always there to give and re- ceive a smile, and sometimes they had a brief chat together. This morning Nora threw up the sash, and Mike stopped, and Nora ask- ed him if he had attended to this and to that in preparation for the wedding or the fixing up of the nest in which they were to live, a four room house near Mike’s present home. He had satisfied her that he had done the painting needed. and replaced the broken glass in the windows, and mended the roof, and they both agreed that there was nothing more to be done on the premises except what could be done after they moved in. Mike kissed his hand to her. She threw him a kiss in return, and Mike went on his way, while Nora drew down the sash and resumed her sewing. She was very happy considering that she was to be married so soon to the man she loved and plied her needle briskly. It seemed to go through the fabric of itself. But suddenly a presentiment came over her that something was about to happen. In her mind’s eye she saw a coffin with Mike in it and a lot of mourners sitting about as at a funeral. Then it seemed to ber that Mike sat up in his coffin and said: “What are you sittin’ around that way for when you’ve come to a weddin’? Get up and shake a leg.” But Nora drove it out of her head. About 9 o’clock that night Mike’s sister, Kathleen, appeared at Nora’s home and asked if she had seen any- thing of Mike, for he had not come home. Nora was a bit troubled, for Mike, especially since he had begun his preparations to be married, had been very regular in his homecoming after knocking off work at 5 in the afternoon. She told Kathleen that she had not seen him since he went by in the morning, when he was looking very well and very cheerful. She ask- ed Kathleen to tell him when he re- turned to come and let her know of his arrival, for she would not go to bed until she had news of him. Mike did not come home that night, and in the morning her mother, his sister and his sweetheart were all very much troubled about his absence. They hoped that the postman would bring a note from him stating that he had been called upon to do some work which would take him too far from home to warrant his coming in the evening and going out again the next morning. But the postman passed, whistling at the door of every other house on his way except that of the Reileys, not leaving them a single letter. The day ended without any word jfrom Mike. They would have sent to ; where he worked to inquire about him. | but Mike had never taken pains to ‘keep them informed as to the places where he was employed, since he was frequently changing, sometimes work- ing on two or three different jobs in the same day. | A week passed, and Mike did not een. up. His mother was broken “yoreaz with worry. Nora ceased her preparations for the wedding. Kath- leen alone, who was obliged to go to work every day and whose mind was therefore employed, stood up under the trouble. All three of them scanned what newspapers they could get hold of to see if a body had been found anywhere that might be Mike’s. One morning just before Kathleen went to the factory she saw her moth- er, who was looking in a newspaper for news of Mike. fall in a faint. Kathleen ran to her, and her first words after regaining consciousness were: “My boy is dead!” “Where is it, mother?” asked the hor- ror stricken girl. “Show me!” Mrs. Reiley put her finger on the (tem, and Kathleen read that the day before a man had staggered into St. Luke's hospital and had fallen uncon- scious. He had revived just long 2mough to say “My name’s O’Reiley.” “It isn’t Mike at all, mother,” said The captain of a vessel which was | bringing to America in the fall of 1796 a mysterious passenger who had come aboard at Hamburg watched the latter so closely that at lust the passenger said one day: “Sir, this is not the first occasion upon which I have observed the attentive scrutiny you bestow upory: me. May I inquire the reason?” “Sir,” responded the candid captain, “you took ssage on my ship as a Dane. I don’t believe you’re anything of the kind.” The passenger smiled. The smile was full of perspicacity and confidence and was followed with, “Pray. tell me. then, what you believe me to be?” At this question Captain Ewing fidgeted, hesitated and finally blurted out: “Well, to be honest, 1 think you are a gambler. You’ve well nigh ruin- ed yourself at home and are now com- ing to fleece the fools you'll find on shore.” The young man’s smile broadened. The next minute he turned grave again, lowered his voice and replied: “Captain Ewing, as you have studied me during this voyage, so I have stud- ied you. I have come to the conclu- sion that you are a man to be trusted. I am Louis Philippe, duc d’Orleans. eldest son of that Louis Philippe d’Or- leans who was slain by the guillotine on the 7th of November, almost three years ago.” VANISHED WILD PIGEONS. Once They Darkened Our Skies, but Are Never Seen Now. Old residents of Olean—some of them not so very old, either—remember dis- tinctly the time when flocks of wild pigeons flew over the then straggling village of Olean in such countless num- bers as to almost obscure the very sky, when flock followed flock in such close succession as to partly give the impression that each was but the sep- arated group and companion voyagers of the flock that had but just passed overhead on swiftly whirring wings. These flocks passed in one long pro- cession for days at a time in the early spring and even for weeks. Thousands and even hundreds of thousands of them, if the reports of those days were to be taken implicitly, nested in the woods of Alton and Big Shanty, a short distance across the Pennsylvania line. All at once these myriad flocks of pigeons ceased to come—disappeared abruptly, mysteriously, and apparently forever. Whence did they go so sud- denly and so completely? No one has yet been able to answer that question. Since that time game authorities and naturalists have searched in vain for further traces of the birds, not only in this vicinity, but all over North America. Large sums have been of- fered by magazines as well as indi- viduals for a nest or even a single egg of the passenger pigeon.—Olean (N. Y.) Times. Where J. R. Green Was Librarian. Lambeth Palace library was founded about the beginning of the seventeenth century by philanthropic Archbishop | Bancroft, and has been enriched by several of his successors. It now con- tains over 30,000 volumes, many of great rarity, besides a vast number of important manuscripts. Among the celebrated scholars who have had charge of this library was John Rich- ard Green, the historian. He welcomed the change from an east end vicar- age, because it set him free to pursue his historical researches. “The quiet of the Lambeth library,” he wrote to his friend, Boyd Dawkins, “is like still waters after the noise of the east. I enjoy even the cleaner street, and, above all, my morning’s trot through the parks.”—Westminstér Gazette. One or the Other. Her class was bright, and the teacher was proud of it. She was conducting a quiz in geography. “In what zone do we live?’ asked the teacher. “The temp’rut zone,” chanted the well drilled class. “Right. And what do we mean by ‘temperate? Willie, you may answer.” “Temp’rut is where it’s freezin’ cold half the time an’ roastin’ hot the other half the time.” If Willie wasn’t sent to the head for that it wasn’t because he didn’t de- serve the honor.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. An Author Who Lived Too Soon. That Swift’s life was a failure in the eighteenth century and would have been a splendid success in the twen- tieth century no one, we think, will deny. Imagine what a fortune “Gulli- ver’s Travels” and “A Tale of a Tub” would have brought their author in these days. Like the author of “Peter Pan” he would have made his plum and been made a baronet or an arch- bishop had he clung to holy orders, which he would probably have discard- ed. As it was, Swift died “like a rat in a hole,” to use his own words.—Lon- don Saturday Review. Very Annoying. Mabelle—What makes the leading lady so grouchy? Estefle—She had counted on making a big hit with her divorce case this season. and just as she was about to bring proceedings her husband had to go and die. Mabelle (indignantly)—Now, isn’t that just like a man?—Judge. Explain a Mystery. achieve greatness, used throughout the United States in a single year about 300,000. sheep are re- quired. Great care has to be taken in the selection of perfect skins before they are put into use. Each pelt, before it is accepted, is ex- amined in a dark closet by a man who passes it over a table in which there is a hole about four incl square, through which a light is thrown up- ward. By this means it can quickly be determined whether or not the sheep whose skin is being examined has ever had experience in bramble bushes. Thin;places, made by pricking of the brambles or by the skin having been injured in the dressing process, render it unfit for use in a meter. MIDDLE NAMES. In England at One Time People Were Hanged For Having Them. People have not always been allowed the pleasure of having as many names as they wish. Indeed, 400 years ago not even a middle name was allowed in England. It was illegal. The old English law was definite and admitted of no infraction of its ruling. The only exception made to this iron- clad regulation was in the case of per- sons of royal rank. If they really wished it they could boast a middie name, but woe to the person of ordi- nary rank who was sufficiently unwise or obstinate to insist on having more than two appellations. For the first offense he would very likely be tied to a whipping post and severely lashed. For a second offense he would endure some more lasting punishment, perhaps the removal of his thumbs or his ears. And if he still persisted in his stubborness he would be hanged. There is a case on record of a poor man, in all probability half demented, who insisted on signing four names every time he wrote his signature to any paper. Of course he passed through all the legal stages of punishment until he was finally hanged.—Chicago Trib- une. Mother of Invention. John and Mary married impecunious- ly on $30 a week and went to live in a “walk up” apartment, two flights up. Then baby came and, besides adding to the family, added to*the impecuni- esity. Ingenuity went far toward solv- ing the problems of living for two in an inexpensive place. Baby strained that ingenuity further. At first it was no impossible task to carry him up- stairs, but he grew, as babies will, and Mary’s back became weary daily as she carried him up. What was to be done? Oh, for an elevator! The dumb waiter? Of course! There- after. when Mary and baby came in, baby was put in the dumb waiter. Then Mary walked upstairs and hoisted © baby. Baby liked it, Mary liked it, and if you don’t like it that doesn’t matter.—New York Post. Changes of Climate. A scientist who recently investigat- ed the causes of secular variations in temperature at the earth’s surface thinks that they are more probably due to changes in the amount of car- benic acid in the atmosphere than to variations in the heat of the sun. If the amount of carbonic acid that the air now contains was diminished a little more than half the mean tem- perature all over the earth would, it is stated, drop about eight degrees, which would be sufficient to bring on another glacial period. On the other hand, an increase of carbonic acid be- tween two and three times its present amount would raise the mean temper- ature fifteen degrees and renew the hot times of the eocene epoch.—Boston Post. Evils of Betting. Betting is not a crime, but it is not a virtue. It is an ineradicable foible of human nature. It is generally an un- bealthy excitement and an expensive amusement. It is very seldom, I think, a real enjoyment to those who indulge in it. Legislation cannot stamp out this passion, but it need not foster it. I have never heard of any wise and affectionate parents who advised and encouraged their children to bet.—Lord Durham to Turf Guardian Society. Wanted It All, “Darling,” he murmured as soon as they had been seated in the high priced restaurant, “you can have anything you want on the bill of fare. Shall I read it off to you?” “No,” replied the dear girl; “just read it to the waiter.”—Milwaukee Daily News. The Proper Thing to Do. He (at masquerade ball)—That’s a singular looking “Wear- ing. What do you Opportunity. He—Indeed! let me embrace you.—Boston Some men are born great, some eas

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