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THE DULUTH RIP-SAW
Zenith’ Telephone, Grand 108.
Entered at Postoffice at Duluth, Minn., as Second Class Matter.
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not rightfully theirs under the
law.
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We do not and cannot expect to
please all our readers all the time.
We hope to please some of our
readers all the time. We do know
that we please many of them most
of the time. This would be a
dreary world if all of us agreed in
all things. Only by discussion
and comparison of views can we
safely and surely arrive at the
truth.
The Rip-saw is a co-operative
enterprise. We furnish the pub
lication, filled with independent
information and comment, while
the people co-operate by paying
the subscription price and fur
nishing the minds to receive, di
gest and assimilate what the col
umns contain.
A fuller measure of co-opera
tion will result in a bigger, bet
ter and more beneficial publica
tion. We deeply appreciate the
support and co-operation of the
past fifteen months. May we not
be given a heavy increase in the
months to come?
FIELD FOR SPECIALIZATION
BY ENGINEERS.
The technical schools constantly
are turning out engineers of vari
ous kinds, many of whom find
their services in light demand.
This has been especially true of
civil engineers in recent years, es
pecially since the decline in new
railroad construction in the United
States and Canada.
Electrical, hydraulic, concrete
and even efficiency engineering
have attracted many young men
in recent years. Many competent
civil engineers are hard put in
efforts to sell their services. The
supply, despite the war, is greater
than the demand, both in Duluth
and elsewhere. Conditions are
apt to be worse, rather than better,
after the war, when many experi
enced men will be returned to
jthis side of the water.
In our humble opinion, road en
gineering seems a likely field in
which to specializei The time is
close at hand when the nation’s
road system must be entirely and
radically reconstructed. This will
be due to the increased use of the
motor truck in transportation.
Today, the railroads are utterly
tunable to take care of the coun
try’s traffic. Experts declare
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JOHN L. MORRISON,
Editor and Publisher,
No. 221 Fargussdn Building,
SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1918.
TO OUR SUBSCRIBERS.
that there is no hope for ideal con
ditions for at least five years,
even if then. Then there are so
many problems connected with
railroad ownership, control, man
agement and expansion that the
motor truck may make serious in
roads on a field that has been mo
nopolized by the steam carriers.
Today Ohio rubber companies
are forwarding their goods to the
Atlantic seaboaord in huge motor
trucks. These are provided with
gigantic pneumatic tires and make
250 miles in 24 hours. They not
only help break a serious transpor
tation blockade toward the sea
boaord, but they may become im
portant factors in the back haul.
One authority says that motor
truck transportation is the most
striking evolution in America. To
day there is a daily motor truck
service between New York and
Philadelphia, with a tri-weekly
service to smaller cities.
The postoffice department has
just inaugurated a daily parcel
post service by motor truck in
rural districts from 30 to 50
miles outside of Philadelphia,
Baltimore and Washington. This
is considered a mere hint of what
is coming,.
Many rural mail routes in Min
nesota are served by automobile.
Witih better roads, it is not im
possible that Duluth will secure
emancipation from the Great
Norther and Norther Pacific rail
ways by means of motor truck
freight and express service.
This evolution, now under great
momentum, will require more men
to build, load and drive motor
trucks. That means more men
and expert men, to build roads
suitable |or heavy transportation.
This seems a likely and .proper
field in which the civil engineer
can specialize. In Europe, road
building is a trade for the man
who works with his hands, as well
as a profession for the engineer.
Not only are the American roads
insufficient in mileage, but they
are not properly constructed for
heavy trucking. Even the best
concrete roads break down under
the heavy motor truck service.
When trucks pass, they go out on
the berm or dirt shoulder, press
it down so that it slides out from
under the concrete, thereby per
mitting the concrete to crack and
disintegrate. More and better
roads mean more and better
equipped engineers.
The young man setting about
to choose a profession or an older
man already in that of civil en
gineering, may do much worse
than to specialize in road con
struction. Within a very few
years he may find his services
greatly in demand. There is noth
ing like having one’s lamp
trimmed and burning.
A RECREANT SHEPHERD.
Democracy’s local flock has
lost its shepherd. He has gone
over to the goats and left his
bleating sheep to the tender
mercies of the wolves. Such dis
loyalty and desertion have not
been known since ’96, when col
larless Lawler deserted democ
racy for Palmer and Buckner,
those Mark Hanna catspaws.
Col. A. C. Weiss has been given
full credit for electing John A.
Johnson and W. S. Hammond
governors of Minnesota. When
Bryan blasted the Tammany
boulder out of the way at Balti
more, Col. Weiss was able to
hold Minnesota firmly for Wil
son, like a veritable “Rock of
Chickamauga. ,>
Wilson was elected and his ear
was held closely to the seductive
lips of Col. Weiss. All political
pie, cake and preserves were dis
tributed to the faithful in Duluth
by the hands and through the
person of Col. Weiss, with the
exception of the postmastership.
But, in an evil hour, Col. Weiss
accepted honors at the hands of
Gov. Burnquist. To what extent
Sen. Hawkins, Lee Willcuts and
Odin Halden had a hand in that
strategic move, History sayeth
not, out loud.
With the Burnquist hobbles on
his feet, Col. Weiss was impelled
to support the governor for an
other term, both personally and
Duluth, Minnesota.
SATURDAY
with his organ, the Duluth Eve
ning Herald, with all its musical
variations.'
Today, Fred Wheaton is run
ning for governor, the candidate
of the party of Wilson. The
man who so nearly carried Min
nesota for Wilson, lacks the sup
port of the man who has had
the ear and benefits of the boun
tiful hand of president Wilson.
The local democratic organization
is shepherdless, lc has no pow
erful daily paper to espouse the
cause. The recreant shepherd is
over among the goats. The door
of the sheepfold is open. The
wolves of machine politics, spe
cial interest and political pri
vateering can easily enter and
rend the little flock.
WHEATON FOR GOVERNOR.
We firmly believe that Minne
sota democrats made a serious
mistake and missed a rare op
portunity when they failed to
nominate .Judge Comstock for
governor. He would have been
elected with loud acclaim and,
as chief magistrate of this great
state, he would have served the
people effectively and brought
great credit to the party of Jef
ferson, Wilson and John LincT.
As a mere keeper of a political
pie-counter, however, he might
not have been so satisfactory as
a man less able and with ideals
less high.
But the primaries favored
Fred Wheaton just enough to
give him the nomination. At the
November election, the people
must choose between him and
Burnquist. We deprecate so
much in Burnquist and hear so
much that is praiseworthy in
Wheaton, that we now firmly
believe the people’s choice should
fall on the latter.
Of course Wheaton is somewhat
handicapped at present by the
pre-primary report that his ob
ject in running for the nomina
tion was chiefly to make Burn
quist ’s nomination and re-election
sure. We cannot believe that the
man who so neariy carried Min
nesota for Wilson would lend
himself to so nefarious a plan.
We have utterly failed to find
any proof that Wheaton did not
enter the campaign in good faith
and because he fully believed
that, if nominated, he could and
would be elected. But what satis
fies us may fail to satisfy others.
We do fear that it will take
time, proof and argument to eon
vuiee a jerrble number of
voters.
If Little Tammany and the
dominant spirits of that very
practical aggregation of local
patriots and politicians do not
seriously object, we now believe
that it is our right, privilege and
duty to favor Fred Wheaton’s
election for governor. If, however,
those who insist on rather ex
clusively holding the local des
tinies of candidates, party and
pie-counter in their hands believe
that our support of Wheaton will
crab their game or gum up the
cards, we will climb back onto a
high rear seat and take the role
of a deeply interested spectator.
THE SCHOOL ELECTION.
Duluth’s annual school election
comes on the third Saturday in
July, only three weeks hence.
While the situation has not fully
cleared, there are rich possibilh
ties for one of the hottest con
tests known for many years.
We still maintain that the com
mon people should have a ma
jority of the members of the
school board. The common peo
ple, themselves, are greatly in
the majority. Majority rule is one
of the foundation principles of
this country, although it sadly
fails to obtain in many cases.
The common people furnish the
pupils for the schools and are
heavily taxed to support our edu
cational system.
There is a well-founded belief
that Big Interests, for both pol
icy and profit, seek to control
Duluth’s public schools. The per
sonnel of the school board and
the character of some of the can
didates for directorships, now and
in the past, bear out this belief.
The Old Regime, the Auto
crats, seems determined to re
tain control of the board of edu
cation. Last year, they had the
surprise of their lives when the
plain, common people rose up
and defeated them signally.
This year they do not propose
to be caught asleep at the switch.
For months they have been or
ganizing and carrying on an ag
gressive propaganda. Weeks ago,
a ticket was announced. While
definite information has not been
obtainable to date, it is very cer
tain that there will be an op
position ticket.
The people have the right and
the privilege of saying whom
their representatives on the sclvool
board shall be. They have the
right to question the faithfulness
THE DULUTH RIP-SAW JUNE 29, 1918.
or effectiveness of a stewardship.
They have a right to curb per
nicious tendencies and to resent
dominating policies.
This coming election should
show finally and fully whether
the few or the many shall con
trol the public schools of the city
of Duluth. Every legal voter,
many or woriian, should become
properly informed on the issues
and merits of the respective can
didates and then vote according
to conscience and best judgment.
Those who havq a hand In mak
ing up the contesting tickets,
whether autocrats or common
ers, should select candidates who
will not betray their constituents
during their term of office, if
elected.
These are times when disciples
of the double cross and traitors
to any cause cannot be com
placently tolerated.
CITIZEN CULLUM’S
THINKIN’S.
With those gum shoes, noiseless
gearing and ball bearings, former
Mayor Cullum fox-footed it under
the wire at the primaries, an easy
■winner of the nomination for the
lower house of the legislature.
If elected, according to citizen
Marcus’ pre-primary promises, he
will put his little back under the
foundations of the nation and
safely hold them up while this
wicked war continues. He pro
fessed to be pizen against dis
loyalty and sedition, as all of us
are, but he gave no details as to
how patriotic he actually is. He
also hinted that he had a sure
cure for profiteering wherever
found. That, alone, entitles him
to the Nobel prize.
Citizen Cullum further promised
as follows, viz:
“I would support any measure
that had for itis object the im
provement of our industrial, moral
or social conditions. ”
The plain, common people at
least, despite their ignorance of
that gentleman’s game of “cow
pasture pool,” wish to ask citizen
Marcus what he will do if no legis
lator introduces any, measures for
the bettermen of our industrial,
moral or social conditions? Has
citizen Cullum any positive, defi
nite, concrete program for improv
ing industrial, moral or social
conditions? If so, what are the
specific details? Or, does he
propose to pursue a passive, ab
stract policy, dependent on the
measures presented by others?
The people will be pleased to
have citizen Marcus open up and,
when looking them directly in the
face, take them squarely and fully
into his confidence and tell them
exactly where he stands, what he
thinks and what he really pro
poses to do—if elected.
ORGANIZED LABOR SEEKS A
CONGRESSIONAL CANDI
DATE.
Local forces of organized labor
are represented as seeking a can
didate to run against congressman
Clarence B. Miller.
We believe that it would be right
and proper to give Mr. Miller a
contest and let him make an ac
counting of his stewardship, but
we doubt if organized labor alone
is in a position to do it. In the
first place, there does not seem
to be a union labor advocate in
this district willing to stand, who
has enough prestige to give Mr,
Miller a real run for his money.
In the second place, if a satisfac
tory man were produced by purely
organized labor circles, there is
grave doubt that the carriers of
the union card would give him a
strong majority support.
When it comes to politics, organ
ized labor usually divides and no
one knows it so well as the ma
chine politicians.
Right here in Duluth organized
labor is divided into about four
parts, politically speaking. There
is the general division of support
ers of the American Federation of
Labor and the Socialists.
The Federationists are split into
the Wets and Drys, and badly
split, too. The Socialists are split
into two camps, the academic So
cialists, who do not expect to turn
society and government over in a
day, and the I. W. W. wing that
would turn over the existing order
of things in the twinkling of an
eye.
In the recent primaries, with an
excess of candidates in the Fifty
eighth legislative district, one
union man opposed another union
man. One was nominated and the
other was not. It is now rumored
that the defeated unionist has a
bee in his bonnet to run for con
gress against Miller.
Even if a proper candidate can
be found to at least make Mr. Mil
ler earn his renomination and re
election, we firmly believe that the
defeated legislative candidate will
show better sportsmanship, union
ism, and play better politics if he
spurns congressional ambitions
and does his utmost to help elect
the brother who beat him in the
recent primaries.
POETS’ CORNER
INDEPENDENCE DAY, the
Fourth of July, has not been any too
well celebrated in Duluth in recent
years. St. Patrick’s Day, the Queen’s
birthday, the Twelfth of July, Nor
wegian Independence Day and even
Midsummer’s Day usually are more
or less well observed. Further away
from the International border the
birthday of this great nation is most
religiously celebrated by city, town,
hamlet or neighborhood. When the
nation was young, celebration of In
dependence Day was a patriotic duty
not neglected. Away back in 1798,
120 years ago, Roy all Tyler, a Bos
ton-born writer, outlined in verse the
local New England customs of—
INDEPENDENCE DAY.
cQUEAK the fife and beat the drum,
Let the roasting pig be bled,
Quick, twist off the cockerel’s head.
Quick rub the pewter platter,
Heap the nutcakes fried in butter.
Set the cups and beaker glass,
The pumpkin and the apple sauce;
Send the keg to shop for brandy;
Maple sugar we have handy.
Independent, staggering Dick,
A noggin mix of swingeing thick;
Sal, put on your russet skirt,
Jotham, get your boughten shirt,
Today we dance to tiddle diddle,
—Here comes Sambo with his fiddle;
Sambo, take a dram of whiskey,
And play up Yankee Doodle frisky.
Moll come leave your witched tricks,
And let us have a reel of six.
Father and mother shall make two;
Sal, Moll and I stand all a-row;
Sambo, play and dance with quality;
This is the day of blest equality.
Father and mother are but men,
And Sambo—is a citizen.
Come foot it, Sal—Moll figure in,
And mother, you dance up to him;
Now saw as fast as e’er you can do,
And father, you cross o'er to Qambo.
—Thus we dance and thus we play,
On glorious Independent Day.—
Rub more rosin on your baw,
And let us have another go.
Zounds! as sure as eggs and bacon,
Here’s Ensign Sneak and Uncle Dea-
con.
Aunt Thiah and their Bets behind
here.
On blundering mare, than beetle
blinder.
And there’s the Squire, too, with his
lady—
Sal, hold the beast, I’ll take the baby.
Moll, bring 'Squire our great arm
chair;
Good folks, we’re glad to see you
here.
Jotham, get the great case bottle,
Your teeth can pull the cor-cob stop
ple.
Ensign—Deacon, never mind;
Squire, drink until you’re blind.
Come, here’s the French and Guillo
tine,
And here is good 'Squire Gallatin,
And here’s each noisy Jacobin.
Here’s friend Madison so hearty.
And here’s confusion to the treaty.
Come, one more swig to Southern
Demos
Who represent our brother negroes.
Thus we drink and dance away,
This glorious Independent Day.
PRETTY NEAR TIME, NOW.
Down where the water
Ripples with a song,
Ain’t a-wastin’ daylight
When you're catchin’ fish— that
long!
They’d pull you In the river
If you wasn’t mighty strong;
You’re helpin' out the country
When you’re catchin’ fish—that
long!
—Atlanta Constitution.
AMERICA TO GREA BRITAIN.
(By Washington Allston in 1810.)
All hail! thou noble land,
Our Fathers’ native soil!
Oh, stretch thy mighty hand,
Gigantic grown by toil,
O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our
shore!
For thou with magic might
Canst reach to where the light
Of Phoebus travels bright
The world o'er.
The Genius of our clime.
From his pine-embattled steep,
Shall hail the guest sublime;
While Tritons of the deep
With their conchs the kindred league
shall proclaim.
Then let the world combine, —
O’er the main our naval line
Like the milky way shall shine
Bright in fame!
Though ages long have past
Since our Fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,
O’er untraveled seas to roam,
Yet lives the blood of England in
your veins!
And shall we not proclaim
That blood of honest fame
Which no tyranny can tame
By its chains?
While the language free and bold
Which the Bard of Avon sung,
In which Milton told
How the vault of heaven rung
When Satan blasted, fell with his
host; —
While this with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,
From rock to rock repeat
Round our coast; —
While the manners, while the arts,
That mould a nation’* soul,
Still cling around our hearts, —
Our joint communion breaking with
the Sun;
Yet still from either beach
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
“We Are One.”
AS SHE IS SPOKE.
I’ve heard a half a dozen times
Folks call it Reims.
That is’nt right, tho\ as it seems,
Perhaps it’s Reims.
Poor city ruined now by flames—
Can it be Reims? —
That once was one .of France’s
gems—
Perhaps it’s Reims*
I’ll get it right sometime, perchance;
I’m told its Reims.
—'Boston Transcript
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TALES OF TIE TOWN
“Many years ago I had a pa
tient for whom I prescribed
twelve 5-grain capsules of qui
nine,” said Dr. S. C. McCormick
to a Rip-saw reporter. “When I
made my next call on him, I no
ticed a pile of empty capsules on
a stand by the sick man’s bed.
“ ‘Did you take that quinine?’
I asked.
“ ‘Yes,’ was the reply, ‘and it
was awful bitter to swallow.’
“ ‘Why did you not take it in
the capsules?” I inquired.
“ Gosh-a-mighty, Doc! Did you
expect me' to swallow all those lit
tle glass bottles?’ ”
* * *
When the late J. W. Sheridan
was in the coal business he hired
a man who was good enough a
worker but who lacked initiative
and who never seemed to get a
correct understanding of orders.
One day, after making some par
ticularly bad errors, Mr. Sheridan
was so annoyed that he blurted
out:
“You do not know anything
more than when you started to
work here! You will neVer learn
anything! You never will know
anything about the coal busi
ness!”
“Since I’ve worked here,” re
plied the man, “I have learned
that 1,800 pounds of coal make a
ton.”
That held Sheridan for a while.
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The late Stephen L. Merchant,
after whom Merchant’s park,
away out back of the West End,
was named, was a most pictur
esque character. He grew a black,
flowing moustache and always
wore a black slouch hat. He was
the son of an army officer, and,
early in the days of the California
gold excitement, was with his par
ents at San Francisco, where he
acquired many of his far West
characteristics. Among other
things, he invariably wore trou
sers cut after the cavalry style at
the top and was one of several old
timers who wore hightopped boots
instead of the modern shoe.
Mr. Merchant was cleaned out
in the Fargusson fire and later,
when the panic pinched very hard,
he kept no regular office. It was
his custom to carry a big package
of papers in his coat pocket and,
when necessity required, he would
go to the city hall, sit down at a
desk in the building inspector’s
office and clean up a big batch of
correspondence. The newspaper
reporters often joked him about
his new office in the city hall.
One day a reporter met Mer
chant and, jokingly, said:
“Mr. Merchant, where’s your
office now?”
“In my hat, and that’s in the
air,” was the quick reply.
Once upon a time, the late Capt.
J. J. Hibbard and Fred Kugler,
formerly a druggist here, as well
as a pioneer, were members of the
municipal board of health. The
two agreed just about as well as
acid and alkali.
One night, after a stormy ses
sion of the board, Captain Hibbard
lgared a moment at Kugler and
then, in those biting accents of his,
exclaimed:
' “Fred, I have known you ever
since you were a little boy. I
knew your father and mother
when they came here. I always
esteemed them highly and was
proud to consider them my neigh
bors and friends. But, Fred, I
have, often thought to myself
what did Mr. and Mrs. Kugler ever
A TOAST TO THE FLAG.
Here’s to the red of It.—
There’s not a thread of it,
No, nor a shred of it
In all the spread of it
From head to foot,
But heroes bled for it, f
Faced steel and lead for it
Precious blood shed for it.
Bathing it red.
Here’s to the White of it—
Thrilled by the sight of it.
Who knows the right of it
But feels the might of it
Through day and night?
Womanhood’s care of it
Made manhood dare for it,
Purity's prayer for it
Keeps it White.
Here’s to the Blue of it, —
Beauteous view of it.
Heavenly blue of it,
Star-spangled dew of it,
Constant and true.
States stand supreme for it.
Diadems gleam for it.
Liberty beams for it
Makes it Blue.
Here’s to the Whole of it, —
Stars and tripes and pole of it,
Body and Soul of it;
On to the goal of it,
Carry it through. /
Home or abroad for it.
Unsheatb the sword for it
Fight in accord for it
Red, White and Blue!
—John Jay Doty.
,
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JV;*
do in this world that they should
be afflicted with such a son?”
* * *
The late Judge Stearns wnsrf
very autocratic on the bench. He
did not hesitate to command the
lawyers most arbitrarily and he
would enforce his commands like
a roaring lion . One day the late
R. P. Edson was arguing a motion
before the pioneer district judge.
“Oh, sit down!” commanded
the judge in accents of disguist.
Edson sat dow T n and then as
quickly got up again and resumed
his argument.
“I told you to sit down!”
roared the jurist.
Edson attempted to argye the
matter, but the irascible occu
pant of the bench would not lis
ten to him at all.
“If you are not satisfied with
my ruling,” he exclaimed, “you
have recourse in an appeal to the
supreme court.”
“Your honor, I am aware of
that,” replied Edson, “but I am
sick and tired of spending SSOO to
find out from the supreme court
what the law is in a $lO case,”
was the biting rejoinder.
“There certainly must be some
thing in signs,” said the Old Citi
izen. “When Bert Kribsback
first started his campaign for the
nomination for county commis
sioner he turned his automobile
up Third avenue West from Su
perior street. When the machine
that once worked for the city got
directly on the crossing it went
completely dead. It not only ef
fectually stopped traffic for the
moment, • but Bert, the Bridge
Builder, was considerably morti
fied by having to jump out and
crank the old boat before it would
go on its way.
“I hope that's not a sign of the
outcome of your campaigil,” jok
ingly shouted a Second district
voter who stood on the curb.
“Bert scowded and gritted his
teeth, but made no reply.
“There must have been some
thing in that sign, for C. F.
Naughton, riding only a split log
road drag, fairly distanced Bert,
the Bridge Builder, getting onto
the ticket, and leaving the Fourth
street candidate to bring up the
rear.”
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Away back in 1891 or 1892,
Ignatius Donnell}, the Sage of
Nininger, was making a political
speech in a big tent at West
Duluth. Minnesota’s noted author,
orator and stump speaker lyd
a standing grudge against the
late James J. Hill. He also was
not at all friendly towards Knute
Nelson. He never missed an op
portunity to brand Nelson as a
political flunkey for Hill. As a
grand finale to the West Duluth
speech, Donnelly exclaimed in an
eloquent burst:
“Who is- this Colossus who
stands with one foot on the At
lantic and the other on the. Pa
cific, wdth his coat tails gently
waving over Alexandria, Minne
sota, the home of Knute Nelson?”
There are comedies in primary
elections as well as tragedies.
“That ends Ben Getchell with
me,” indignantly and disgustedly
exclaimed a voter in the Fifty
ninth legislative district.
“What’s the matter with
Ben?” asked a bystander.
“Why! He’s on that d—d
Nonpartisan ticket and I did
not find it out until after I had
put my X opposite his name.”
The intelligent voter did not
know that all county candidates
were legally described on the
ballot as nonpartisan.
Another chap out in that same
district came up all smiles and
enthusiasm. “Well!” he ex
claimed, “I got a big vote for
Peterson. But who’s this man
Nelson? I do not believe I know
him.”
The intelligent citizen had
voted for Jim Peterson, convicted
Republican candidate for the U.
S. senate. He thought he was
voting for state senator George
M. Peterson. And the Nelson
whom he thought he did not
know was no one but U. S. Sen
ator Knute Nelson.
Such is fame in local politics.
SOUNDS LIKE HALDEN.
The Duluth Herald has an
other “harmony” plan—the best
yet. It wants the governorship
to be the only elective oTfice in
the state, all of the other offices to
be filled by appointment by the
governor. Wouldn’t that be just
fine—for a few of us?—The Me
saba Ore.
Director LeDuc will have to do
some developing if his feet fill
director Brewer’s shoes.
SO
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