Moosa Notes published in the Oceanside Blade Tribune

MOOSA

Neighbor A. D. Mills has purchased a nice Ford truck, with which to deliver his increasing supply of milk.

Dr. H. Sale Atwater of Los Angeles, has purchased the Pamoosa Falls Ranch, directly above Woreland and was down the last of the week planning out a Woodcraft’s Camp and playgrounds. The Woodcraft is an organization, something like the Boy Scout’s movement, but more on the Indian lines. The order was founded many years ago by Ernest Seton Thompson, the famous author of Nature stories, and there is some talk of him coming down soon to inspect the Moosa camp.

Lewis J. Frazee is driving a luxuriously “dolled-up” new Willys-Knight, that sails along “as silently as a painted ship on a painted ocean.”

Mr. and Mrs. Tibbits and daughters, recently arrived from Oregon, have located in Moosa, where Mr. T. is employed by A. D. Mills.

Recent visitors to Woreland have been Mrs. E. P. Carnes, Mrs. Vivian Bottenly, Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Wiper, of San Francisco; Mr. and Mrs. John Bergen. Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Nickel. F. W. Herriman, Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Wiper, Mr. and Mrs. G. H. Christiansen, Mrs. Meredith Conway, Mr. and Mrs. Murry Howell and son of Escondido; Harry Frazee of Berkeley; Earl Frazee, of Oceanside; Dr. H. Sale Atwater of Los Angeles; Mr. and Mrs. Lewis J. Frazee and sons of San Luis Rey; Mr. and Mrs. H. L. Whiting, Mrs. Isabel F. Bowman, of Vista; Mrs. Herbert Popenoe and four children, Great Bend, Kansas. Mr. Popenoe is a successful teacher of agriculture and son of Prof. Popenoe, a prominent authority on matters horticultural.

Our nephew, Harry Frazee, formerly of Oceanside but now in business at Berkeley, dropped in at our bed side, the last of the week after an absence of some fifteen years; he looked well and prosperous and says Moosa is the greenest spot on the map.

Neighbor Rickard has a fine pack of hounds that are rapidly thinning out the Moosa wild cat population: the other night he got one out of our twenty acre field and started up two others, which shows that we have more wildcats to the acre than some of those Texas oil fields.

That Los Angeles tribute to Moosa notes, inspires us to reciprocate as follows:

Theodore Wackerman now has a nice young gentleman Guernsey of Wislineage, to head his fine herd of dairy stock – the best is none too good for Theodore.

FAME

Oh Ferguson, dear Ferguson

   A seeing, how you’ve gone and done

Paid me that beauteous compliment

   I must explain my good intent.

It ain’t for lack of baling wire

   To string anew, my trusty lyre

Nor lusty lungs, or rusty wit

   Or even news (I make up it)

My soul is willing, but my soles

   Are simply now threadbare – in holes –

It’s three miles to our mailing box

   My shoes are thin – likewise my socks –

I’ve got a “bunyan” on my toe

   That makes a Pilgrim’s Progress slow

Ingrowing nails, outgrowing corns,

   While cockle-burrs and briar thorns

Are the lot of him who totes

   His weekly sheaf of Moosa notes

Then – Friday, to the box agin

   To see as how, if they “got in”.

It ain’t no strain to write and talk

   But oh that walk! That walk! That walk!

Twelve miles a week, yea verily

   The “price of fame comes high”

And e’en though anxious readers wait,

   What I’d “express” must come “slow freight”.

ISAAC J. FRAZEE

Blade Tribune – May 7, 1924