WAPPAT ELECTNTC HAND SAtv8 Grandad's Return

Grandad carne back to "them thar hills," He'd left 'em long afore, To drift around the U.S.A. For fifty years or more. He cast a cursory glance about And every change decried; Then with a sadly jaundiced eye, He toured the countryside.

At length the poor old chap returned With acrimonious words; He couldn't see the bright spring flowers Or hear the singing birds; "I didn't find Dad's Gulch," he snapped, "An' shore as I was bofn, I never recognized the place They're callin' old San Juan !

\Mhere's Whiskey Diggin's ? Tell me that," The irate oldster said, "An' where's the hoof defyin' trail That down Steep Hollow led? There's nary trace of Dead Hoss Flat, Shirtail an' Lousey Level; Sure seems to me them good old camps Has gone plum to the devil !"

"Oh, dad," we cried, "don't feel so blue, We've many a fine town yet; There's Downieville and. French Corral, Town Talk and old You B€t; Of course some camps have petered out, But some are roaring still, There's Goodyear's Bar, and Camptonville, Pike, too, and Depot Hill."

"I guess you're right," grandad replied, "There's life in Lava Cap; But Jackass Gulch has gone to pot An' Mad Mule's ofi the map. Oh, well. I'll stick around a spell An' swaller my regret; Fer though some camps has petered out, There may be good leads yet."

And now grandad is well content, Light hearted, too, and meek; He's panning out four bits per day Down there on Fiddle Creek. A. Merriam Conner.

Attends Code Authority Meeting

Frank B. Colin, secretary, Coos Bay Lumber Co., San Francisco, left June 7 to attend the annual meeting of the Lumber Code Authority at the Drake Hotel, Chicago, June 11 to 14.