for the new paper, when suddenly a party of men arrived from Mount Hood, where a crew of Chinese was engaged in building the old Cloud Cap Inn toll road.
"Boys, the Chinamen reached the glacier today; the road is open," someone shouted.
"Glacier!" exclaimed Cradlebaugh, "that's a good name for the paper," and so it was called.
After a few issues Mr. Cradlebaugh took over publication of the Glacier for Mr. Prather, and he ran at his masthead the line: "It's a cold day when we get left."
Cradlebaugh continued as owner and publisher of the paper until July 1894, when he sold it to Samuel F. Blythe, who had been handling his mechanical department. Mr. Blythe is remembered by old-timers as a "swift" hand compositor. Few men in this part of the country could come anywhere near Mr. Blythe in speed. He had held cases on many large papers, including the Oregonian.
Cradlebaugh was, as Joe Thomison observes (167), a philosopher and a humorist, one of the most picturesque figures in the history of Oregon journalism. His irregular habits were a source of frequent irritation to Mrs. C., who on one memorable occasion gave vent to her feelings by tossing some early files of the Glacier into the fire, with all their cargo of Cradlebaugh poetry and witticisms with which the paper used to scintillate. His idea of heaven was a com bination of the Hood River valley and an old-time mining-camp. In 1913 he published a small volume of his poems under the Chinook title Nyena Kloshe Illahee ("Songs of the Good Country"), one of which was a tribute to his old friend Homer Davenport, Silverton cartoonist. Here was his tribute to his beloved Hood River valley:
Bloom of apple and orchard trees,
Scent of clover and hum of bees,
Spreading oak and towering pine,
Billowing wheat and climbing vine,
Tinkling brook by wild rose traced,
River with balm and willow laced,
Grove and glen and sun and shade,
Fairest of lands that God has made.
In 1902 Br. Blythe enlarged the paper and took in with him his son Edward N., a 1901 graduate of the University of Oregon. The son (Ned) later went into metropolitan journalism and was copydesk head, first on the Oregonian and then, for several years after 1917, on the Oregon Journal. Moving to Vancouver, Wash., he was for several years a partner of Herbert J. Campbell on the Daily Columbian, then for several years published the Vancouver Sun, a weekly. He became postmaster of Vancouver under the Roosevelt administration.
