Three-quarters of a column of space is devoted to a description of the new pioneer paper mill in Oregon City. There is a half column of short miscellaneous items.
The legislature, just concluding its session in Salem, receives a 200-word review.
Page 3, as usual, is the "local" page. There is two columns of side-headed local items, the sort of news Ireland had been picking up in Portland while city editor of the Oregonian. The first of these items really is an editorial on the wealth of Clackamas county. Then there is another 200-word item mixed among the locals urging that Chinese be kept out of Oregon City.
The most interesting thing on the page is one of the first baseball stories published in Oregon. The game, it seems, ended 77 to 45. The score, before the days of box scores as now known, listed merely the lineup, with the full names of the players whenever known, the number of home runs, the score by innings. The lead says:
The Pioneer Baseball Club of Portland paid our city a visit on Saturday the 12th and participated with the Clackamas club in a match game. The day was pleasant and the playing fine. The first two innings put the Pioneers far ahead (they made 44 runs in those two) . . . and won them the game. . . . The following runs were made: . . .
More than half the item is given to an account of a sumptuous feast in the Barlow House. Resolutions were passed thanking every one who had had any part in what was regarded as more of a social than a sporting event. The resolutions were signed by F. M. Warren, secretary, and Thomas F. Miner, president.
The paper was much like others of its day in appearance—an edition a few weeks later carried two columns of the announcement type of advertising (albeit rather neater and better-printed than was usual) at the left of the first page—including ads for lawyers, doctors, stationery store, foundry, real estate brokers, billiard parlors, saloons, marble workers, crockery and glassware, architects, music teachers. Two poems in an early issue, one of which emphasized that "we are marching, we are marching, from the cradle to the grave," and that "Angel fingers beckon you," graced the tops of columns 2 and 3. All the rest was the usual clipped miscellany, for the first page had not yet been devoted by the newspapers in general to anything like local news.
The advertising in the rest of the paper proclaims the virtues of all the known commodities of the day, from Florence Sewing Machines to Gleason cheese, handled exclusively by a Main street firm of bakers. Cancer cures were already beginning to hold out hope to sufferers; there was, for instance, an ad headed "Peace! Peace!" in which readers are told of Dr. Henley's "knifeless cancer cure."
