From the pages of the Del Norte Triplicate, November 1945.
Shoe rationing ended officially at midnight Tuesday. And poor papa now can get a pair of shoes. Step by step we move nearer the end of all rationing as another war-time restriction is obliterated.
The official announcement came Tuesday, when OPA Administrator Chester Bowles announced that the production of ration-type shoes had taken a big jump since V-J Day, thus paving the way for the termination of the rationing order.
Production of former ration-type shoes in November and December will reach a peak of close to 30 million pairs a month. This production figure is expected to reach or equal normal consumer demand before the war.
Army ‘Jeeps’ on sale
For the first time, new, rebuilt and used military “Jeeps” are being offered for sale on the West Coast, but the public will not stand a chance to buy one.
Reason: Federal agencies, state and local governments, political sub-divisions thereof, and tax-supported institutions are being given first priority, and the number of “Jeeps” is limited.
This was announced today by the Department of Commerce’s Office of Surplus Property. Approximately 9,000 of the vehicles are being offered in a nationwide sale.
Gold Centennial planned
Del Norte County’s participation in the 1948-1949 California Gold Centennial is under way with the acceptance by County Supervisor George E. Tyron of Fort Dick of the chairmanship of the Del Norte County Gold Centennial.
The romance and color of California’s early days, plus the historic lore and landmarks of every section of the state, will make this centennial unique in the world. The pride of Californians in their state — whether native or adopted — the spectacular fields open for celebration and the long-range, statewide observance will make the Gold Centennial the greatest state anniversary fete in American history.
Fire at Ed’s house
One of the most successful fires in the history of this county took place last Friday afternoon when the fire wagon chugged up to the Helton homestead on Pacific Avenue. Thanks to the deeply rooted aversion of Editor Helton for putting things away, a garden hose sat coiled up beside the front door, where it had been since May. It made short work of the flames which were crackling away at the kitchen ceiling.
With the fire brigade came our irrepressible plumber, Lee Slater. Handiest man with a hose you ever saw, flames or no flames. Matt Davis climbed up into the attic with his hatchet and chopped happily away at heaven knows what. Bits of two by four are still falling through the ceiling, but that’s all right, we need kindling.
Theater man Earl Boles called the “all clear” and then took over the rehabilitation problem. That boy knows why mops are made, and he did not skip a corner.
Insurance man Ed Fraser corralled carpenters at lightning speed and repaired mop handles as they disintegrated beneath Earl’s forthright hands. By popular vote, Ed was then elected to the position of host in charge of morale.
When Hannah and John Smith trotted in at 6 to offer us a roof and pillow, all the cobwebs were off the walls and someone had even made the bed.
It was a wonderful fire.