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The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, February 05, 1920, Image 3

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Will Make Its Appearance Soon in
Butte; Is to be Edited and Man
aged by Former Service Men; Ef
fort Will be Made to Help the Re
turned and Wounded Boys.
The Montana Legionaire, the offi
cial publication of the Montana
branch of the American Legion, soon
is to make its initial appearance to
the public from a press in Butte.
Its policies, like those of the le
gion itself, are to be strictly non-poli
tical and non-partisan.
It will be published under the dir
ection and supervision of the state
executive committee of the legion,
which consists of the following mem
bers: C. B. Pew, state commander,
Helena; Donald R. Moffett, state vice
commander, Billings; Ben W. Bar
nett, state adjutant, Helena; Mose S.
Cohen, state finance officer, Butte,
and Herbert M. Peet, Harlowton.
C. Myers Bardine, a Butte news
paper man and a member of Silver
Bow Post No. 1, will manage and dir
ect the activities of the paper.
F. E. Woodard, a well known
newspaper man from the eastern
part of the state, and a member of
the Richland Post of the American
Legion, will be connected with the
weekly as associate editor.
The paper, besides being an open
letter from the state executive com
mittee to the various posts and mem
bers throughout the state, will take
up as part of its regular duty the ex
planation and analysis of all legis
lation or proposed legislation that ap
plies to ex-service men in any way.
A particular function of the paper,
and one which will absorb a consid
erable portion of its activities, will
be in aiding the government's efforts
toward the compensation and voca
tional training of the disabled sol
diers of Montana. While the paper
will have no direct connection with
this part of the government's work,
still Leil Fredricks, state replacement
officer for Montana, feels that the
publicity which the paper can give
to the work of the department will
a better understanding among all the
people of the state as to what the
government is really trying to do.
Perhaps the most important of all
its purposes will be a state-wide em
ployment bureau for all returned ser
vice men. This bureau will not only
be free to all ex-service men, but will
also be free to all employers of men
who have positions open for the re
turned service men of the state.
An effort will be made to help any
soldier who wishes to take advant
age of his service In the army to
make application for reclamation
Departments will be given over to
the women's auxiliary and to the Boy
Scouts of Montana.
At the present time there are 60
or more posts of the American Le
gion in Montana, with a total mem
bership of 10,000. As every legion
member through payment of dues
and general connection with the le
gion, automatically receives each is
sue of the paper, its circulation into
every part of the state is an assured
Tom Cat Has $100 Breakfast
A stray tomcat projected himself
into the annual poultry show in the
Madison Square Garden, New York,
and had a $100 breakfast on two
carrier pigeons on exhibition by a
Baltimore fancier. The homeless
feline squeezed into the garden in
some unknown way and feasted his
eyes on the 14,000 birds, finally
tearing the muslin off the crate hous
ing the pigeons. Only a few feathers
were left to tell the tale. The cat
Coffee Prices Are Up
There 's No Raise
In Price Of
Try this delicious table
drink of coffee-like
flavor in. place of your
next pound of coffee.
Note fixe satisfaction,
not only to purse but
to tiGoltbu and you'll
continue to drinks
tbls delightful family
"Theres a /Reason.

Made by Postum Cereal Company
Battle Creèk . Michigan.
Montana's premier aviatrix is
3Irs. Georgia Prest, who, before
she took to aerial matrimony, was
Miss Emerson of Anaconda. She
is as beautiful as the angels whose
sphere above the clouds she has
invaded. Also she Is a young
newspaper woman and a year ago
was a feature writer on the Ana
conda Standard. Just now she
and her husband are associated
with an aerial transportation com
pany operating out of Los Angeles,
but they are coming back to Mon
tana soon.
This is how she became interest
ed in aviation. First she became
Interested in the aviator. He would
take her for long trips in his plane,
she sitting behind him in the pit.
Because of the good looks with which
Providence has blessed her the young
man was constantly turning his head
to look at her. This, of course, was
dangerous. She did not want to
give up these delightful trips through
the air, nor did she wish to be re
sponsible for the death of the young
aviator who would let his controls
go to look at bright eyes and dimples.
So she married him to save his life.
This is her own story:
How did I become an aviatrix?
I married an aviator.
I can think of no more valid rea
son to explain my own case—I was
thrown into first-hand touch with
aeronautics and was not long In
winging it into the blue azure to
view the world beneath from a dozen
different angles.
Had my own husband not been a
flyer, it is an almost certainty that I
might still have my first trip off the
earth to make; and, inversely, as he
is an aviator, it seems as natural to
me to fly with him as it must seem
natural to other women to ride with
their husbands upon terra firma in
the family automobile. Perhaps it is
hardly accurate to call myself a full
blooded flyer, but as mechanician
and chief of staff for the speedier
half of the family I contribute to its
I believe the youngest femlne
aerial traveler is my own little
daughter, whom I took to an al
titude of 2,600 feet before she was
six months old. She evidently en
joyed the trip as much as I did and
if any ill effects resulted t-hey are
hard to locate, as she grows bigger
every day.
My first flying experience was at
Venice, Cal., in December, 1917,
when I made my maiden voyage in
a White Star passenger plane of the
Crawford Aeroplane company. Every
day for several weeks I had been
at the aviation field watching the
frequent flights. That is one thing
I never tire of. As many machines
as I have seen and as much of avia
tion as I have grown to know, a
machine in the air or on the ground
is always a source of keen fascina
tion to me.
The passengers had come safely
back to terra firma, wildly enthusi
astic, and I envied them ever so
Finally the pilot asked me if I
would like to try it. I looked at him
a moment, trusting that I had under
stood him. Then he came toward
me, holding out leather coat, hel
met and goggles; and let me assure
you I established a speed record in
garbing myself for the trip.
A Greenhorn.
I must admit that I presented any
thing but a graceful appearance in
getting into the ship. I was in every
respect of the word, a greenhorn and
it took two men to get me firmly es
tablished in the front cockpit and
strapped in with the safety belt.
Then the pilot opened the throttle,
the motor roared, and in the newness
of it all I found myself wondering
whether I entertained any fear. I
really can't say that I did or did not.
I was so excited I couldn't have told
a minute later just what my thoughts
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Mrs. Georgia Prest, Anaconda Girl who is Piloting a Passenger Air
plane in Los Angeles. A year ago she was a feature story writer on
the Anaconda Standard.
Then the motor stopped its
incessant prr, the pilot lifted his arm,
the roar was resumed, louder than
before; then we swung round and
sped off down the field on an ex
hilarating race.
We turned again, paused for just a
moment, while the pilot fastened the
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The Plane "Poison," a Small but Powerful machine, the invention of
Mrs. Prest's Husband.
collar of his coat, and were off with
such speed that my breath was mo
mentarily snatched from me. I look
ed over the side, the hangar and
spectators whizzed by below me, and
I realized that we were In the air.
I breathed a sigh of relief and settled
back to enjoy fully the rest of the
He sat there
and he must know; I breathed sigh
Straight ahead, as far as I could
see, lay the blue Pacific, and beneath
me, as I rose, the houses, canals and
summer Sunday crowds grew smaller
and smaller.
Suddenly a sense of change in
speed overcame me—something must
be wrong—but no! The motor roar
ed on as it had been doing. I turned
to look at the pilot,
very nonchalantly looking over the
side. He didn't seem to be worried.
number two. I learned later that
this is the rule rather than the ex
ception. Once in the air, the pas
senger and pilot lose all sense of
Over the Ocean.
We were entirely over the ocean
It looked like a place of iri
descent silk to me—now green, and
the next Instant the darkest blue,
where the deeper recesses sank from
the shallow sand bars.
Then something hit me in the
back. I turned. The pilot was
pointing to three other machines,
above and below us, tossing and
tumbling through space in stunts.
It was thrilling and I would have
liked to have kept right on going
across the Pacific, glance at the
cherry-blossom land and be back
home in time for supper, but we were
turning again and the motor had
stopped its thunder. We were going
down. A moment later we were roll
ing toward the hangar and other peo
pie were passing their wraps to
friends In preparing for their trip.
We stopped, and I managed to get
out a little more gracefully than I
had climbed in, though at my best I
am no Pavlowa.
My feelings? Well, my ears rang
terribly and my head sang, too, but
that soon passed off. Worst of all,
right over the ridge of my nose,
where my goggles had laid, and be
low that, spots of oil belled me as a
measles patient. That was my first,
but then and there I made up my
mind to have more if it was within
my power to do so.
Gets Used to It.
Following this, I took numberless
trips, during the course of which my
feeling of timidity completely disap
peared and I found myself looking
forward to a jaunt with the greatest
of pleasure. I had my share of side
slips, Immelmans, loops, tail spins
and nose dives and can now defy any
one to frighten me while journeying
via plane.
In the early part of the summer, I
left California to visit my parents in
Anaconda, and from then until early
It was during this time, however,
that my husband completed a mach
ine of his own design, the smallest
real airplane in the world, for which
he received distinguished recogni
tion. The following dimensions will
give you a little idea of its diminu
tiveness: Span,, 18 feet; length, 14
and one-half feet; weight, 600
pounds; speed 45 to 100 miles per
hour? climbs 1,400 feet a minute.
It is powered by a 7-cylinder Gyro
(rotary) motor. It is a remarkable
little machine, very speedy but
treacherous, though it answers con
trols instantaneoüsly. Prest has
named it "Poison—Dose One Drop,"
and the fuselage is decorated with a
grinning, hideous skull and cross
During the same period a four-pas
senger commercial "ship'' was com
pleted, which later came into our pos
Aviation is coming.rapidly into its
own. In fact its advance has been
much more rapid than that of the
automobile, and with it it carries
women as well as men, even in the
realm of the sensational.
Women have even changed in mid
air from one plane to another. To
Miss Elsie Menn of Chicago belongs
the distinction of being the first
woman to accomplish this dare-devil
feat. Before hundreds of spectators
at McCook field, Nov. 14, 1919, Miss
Menn successfully changed planes in
midair by means of a rope ladder.
Rest assured that it will not be
long before there will be women's
aerial circuses on tour, as there are
men's today.
I look for a most brilliant future
for women in aviation. Of course,
all women are not adapted to It,
but those who are will not hestitate
tq attempt what has already been
done by the sterner sex.
And a few years in the future I
expect to hear my daughter say over
the wireless phone from Los Angeles:
"Oh, yes, mother. I'll fly up to An
aconda in the morning for that pat
Each year, as the new year is
ushered jn, young Time bears more
and more a resemblance to the pres
ent-day aviator. Here's hoping it
won't be many years before he'll be
ushered in a faultlessly-garbed avia
"When ceaseless noises weary me,
And countless faces tire.
Then I seek peace with thee, my
My paramount desire.
"The luring of the mountains
And the restless seas are vain,
For I have found a perfect rest
In thee, my aeroplane."
The latest number of Dun's Inter
national Review, published by R. G.
Dun & Co., for circulation in foreign
countries, contains an illustrated
article on wool production, written
by Philip S. Rush of Butte, state
manager for Dun's.
Besides giving Montana favorable
notice, the article contains a num
ber of photographs taken in this
state, showing sheep ranging on the
Montana pastures, etc.
Dun's International Review is one
of the leading publications Issued in
this country in the Interest of inter
national trade conditions, and its cir
culation in Australia and South
America is very extensive. T
He says
I'm a good
— Chesterfield
A real pai—that's
Look at its record.
Three million smokers
—less than five years
the market! Two words
explain it—
They Satisfy!"
Old Camp Brought Back to Life by
the Mounting Price of Silver; a
Newspaper to be Established Many
Buildings Under
Mines Shipping Ore.
Construction ;
Aladdin robbed his silver lamp
and the town of Neihart, which
has been sleeping for a quarter of
a century, waked and is taking on
new life. The old silver lodes,
abandoned when silver went to
pieces, are being opened np and
hundreds of miners are finding em
ployment there. The town had a
population of perhaps ÜT» two years
ago and if is expected that It will
he the homo of more than 1,000 in
dividuals in the near future. Here
are some of the outstanding facts
about Neihart;
It has a modern system of water
Eleven carloads of ore were ship
ped out of there one day this week.
Work is plentiful and there is no
trouble about getting on in the
A weekly newspaper, the Neihart
Mining News, will be started in a
couple of weeks by J. B. Densmore,
manager of the Belt Valley Times.
A large sawmill is in operation.
Two cars of lumber were turned out
from it one day last week.
Many new houses are being built;
hotels and apartment houses are be
ing remodeled.
The Neihart Consolidated Mining
company's properties, electrically
equipped throughout, will be running
full force within a few days.
Neihart has a modern club, sus
tained by the young miners, that is
free to everybody.
A motion picture theater will be
opened within a few days. -,
The Geyser-Glacier Bee Line park
to-park roadway goes right through
A strictly modern drug store will
be opened within a few days by G. A.
Dunn, a pharmacist from Hobson.
Cement walks on both sides of
Main street are planned for spring.
The Judge hotel has been newly
furnished; it is modern, centrally lo
cated and steam heated. It is now
under new management, A. C. Taylor
being the proprietor, and has been
re-named the New Judge hotel.
Neihart has good camping grounds
on the edge of the city, one of the
best in the country, which will espe
cially appeal to tourists. It is beside
a mountain stream and besides is
supplied with city water. Pishing is
good above Neihart.
Recognition of the parts the 362nd
infantry and the 346th machine gun
battalion played in the fighting in
France is given by the war depart
ment in seven silver bands, for their
participation in seven engagements
in which the majority of the com
mands were engaged. These bands
will be placed on the staffs of the
regimental colors which have already
been received by Adjutant General
Phil Greenan, when the war depart
ment determined that the greater
number of men in these organizations
were from Montana.
The inscriptions on the bands sent
to the 362nd infantry are:
"Meuse-Argonne offensive, France,
September 26 to October 4, 1918.
"Meuse-Argonne offensive, France,
October 8 to October 12, 1918.
"Ypres-Lys offensive, Belgium, Oc
tober 31 to November 4, 1918.
"Ypres-Lys offensive, Belgium, No
vember 10 to November 11, 1918."
The inscriptions on the bands sent
to the 346th machine gun battalion
are the same as those for the 362nd
infantry except the organization was
not in the second Meuse-Argonne
Bolshevists Capture Montanan
Captain Edward H. Charette, who,
according to reports, has been cap
tured by Bolshevik troops in Siberia,
is well known in Montana. He was
a hospital steward in the First Mon
tana volunteers and was in the Phil
ippines, according to Adjutant Gen
eral Phil Greenan. General Greenan
said Captain Charette was a druggist,
enlisted in the First Montana In
Great Falls and later conducted drug
stores in Anaconda and Butte.

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