Everybody is astir in good time this morning, for we are soon to bid adieu to this great city of the far Northwest, where we have been so kindly treated and royally entertained. The warmhearted brothers of Mt. Hood Division No. 91, O. R. C., along with the officers of the different transportation companies, will long be remembered for their generous manner toward us. “Views of Portland, Oregon, and the Columbia River,” a beautiful pamphlet souvenir issued by Mt. Hood Division, was presented to each member of our party, and is highly prized. In connection with the pamphlet is “a ticket of welcome” of coupon form, and is quite lengthy, but all right, the first clause of which reads, “This contract with coupons attached entitles the holder to a hearty welcome and a first-class reception on entering the State of Oregon, and the courtesies of the Southern Pacific Company, the Oregon Railroad and Navigation Company, and the Northern Pacific Railway.
| R. Koehler, | E. P. Rogers, |
| General Manager S. P. | A. G. P. A., S. P. |
| E. McNeill, | B. Campbell, |
| Pres. & Mgr. O. R. & N. | Traffic Mgr. O. R. & N. |
| W. H. Hulburt, | J. W. Kendrick, |
| G. P. A., O. R. & N. Co. | Genl. Mgr. N. P. Ry. |
| J. H. Hannaford, | C. S. Fee, |
| Genl. Traffic Mgr. N. P. Ry. | G. P. A., N. P. Ry.” |
There are five clauses in the contract. The last clause reads, “The Reception Committee will not be responsible for the loss of any diamonds (kings and queens excepted), baggage, meals, or sleep on this run.
| J. M. Poorman, | J. W. Crocker, |
| Sec. & Treas. | C. C. |
| “Mt. Hood Division No. 91, O. R. C.” | |
There are six coupons, each reading to and fro over a line between different points of interest, and bearing at the bottom the name of the superintendent over whose line it reads. The whole is a nicely gotten up affair and a valued addition to our collection of souvenirs.
We leave here at 8.45 A. M., and the hour of departure being at hand (as is always the case), a number of our new-found friends are at hand to see us off. All along our route we have been constantly reminding the people who we are by a yell we give in concert, with a vim that would drown the racket of a college football team; and now, gathered in a bunch, we let go:—
“Who are we? O. R. C.
“Pennsylvania employé.
“Rah! rah! boom—ah!” The ladies of our party are ready and let go:—