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HARDWOOD RECORD 



May 10. 1917 



in Memphis. He was on his way to Washington, in response to a call 

 to act on the Board for the purchase of materials in behalf of the 

 government. 



R. M. Carrier, who had just returned from his honeymoon in the 

 East, spent a day in Memphis, accompanied by Mrs. Carrier. He was 

 married at Washington, Miss., on March 15, and they did not seem 

 to be then looking for any of Mr. Carrier's lumbei; friends; they 

 were just taking up their new home at Sardis and every one of us 

 who got a chance to see them, wished them all kinds of happiness. 

 Mrs. Carrier was Miss Lenore WoUard of Cleveland, one of Missis- 

 sippi's charming girls, and, believe me, she made friends with all 

 E. M.'s lumber pals. 



Lee Arthur, ex-flooring producer of Memphis, and now in the 

 wholesale hardwood business in Chicago, spent several days in 

 Memphis, discussing 

 orders to place, and 

 future purchases in 

 hardwoods. He was 

 in an optimistic turn 

 of mind and is more 

 or less a believer in a 

 good future demand 

 and the perpetuation 

 of present values. 



George Osgood of 

 Osgood & Richardson 

 came down with Gar- 

 rett Lamb from Chi- 

 cago and visited Mr. 

 Lamb at Charleston, 

 Miss., and Memphis. 

 Osgood is one of those 

 enthusiastic oak and 

 gum wholesalers who 

 believes in present 

 values and who is con- 

 vinced his belief is 

 correct. He has talked 

 with every millman 

 and buyer in that sec- 

 tion and by the way 

 there were a lot of buyers and a lot of high prices paid for stock in 

 a few days around the Tennessee metropolis. 



John Utley of Utley-HoUoway Comi)any, Chicago, spent some time 

 at their Helena mills and visited other operations in the Mississippi 

 valley. He had plenty of orders on his books and was feeling more 

 or less optimistic. The receding of the water some nineteen inches 

 last week made him rejoice with a lot of other folks, because it helped 

 improve log conditions and eased up on getting timber to the mill. 



A Mississippi Operation 



While at Charleston, Miss., the other day I was reminded of the 

 good time we had over there at a party a couple of years ago, and 

 everybody remembers the hospitality of the management of the 

 Lamb-Fish Lumber Company. I was pleased to note the aggressive- 

 ness of the management in the preparation to utilize all the waste 

 timber, and conditions of clearing the land and putting it in cotton, 

 corn, beans and all other kinds of foods; their utilizing stumps and 

 tops as well as working all merchantable timber into other products 

 that don 't fit the big hardwood sawmill cutting 40,000,000 feet 

 annually. 



The Still 



For instance, in the corner of the boiler room, we find George Land 

 with a ' ' still. ' ' He is making perfect charcoal and fiJling bottles with 

 drug store names that a common, ordinary lumber jack doesn't even 

 know the meaning of nor can spell. But, anyhow, they are utilizing 

 strips of gum and oak that look like a blank for a baseball bat, about 

 a quarter its size in length and depth and thickness, and they are 

 grinding liquids out of waste material that will produce about a 

 dollar a pound. 



You know we have been looking to Germanj' and other economic 



KLEtTKIC lAMBEU C.\RR1EU USED AT PLANT OF I>AMB FISH LUMBEI! TOMPANY. 

 MADE BY COVEL MANUFACTURING COMPANT 



countries to take advantage of their ability to convert waste into 

 money, and when I saw Land bringing six bottles to be filled out of 

 a little pile of inch square stuff, I thought there was something wrong, 

 and when they turned on the fire and I was told to look out, that the 

 juice from the gum and dynamite in the wood might blow the thing 

 up. General Manager Burke and I got out of the boiler room. 



But the facts are that one of these days they are going to turn this 

 wood waste into by-products that will bring the institution about 

 fifteen dollars a cord, and will have a profit in it of about eight dollars 

 per cord. It is already a success. It is only a question of what kind 

 of alcohol, or salts or other products they desire to make out of it. 



The Burner Losing Its Job 



Then besides you can see where they handle the ashes — where the 



old refuse burner for- 

 merly flourished out 

 of stuff that came 

 from the wood boxes. 

 Now they put it into 

 ashes at the rate of 

 fifteen ton per week, 

 with a car every two 

 weeks, and convert it 

 into about $250, and 

 it doesn 't cost any- 

 thing to open the 

 chute and let it run 

 into the car. That 

 may not seem like 

 |)icking up the money, 

 but to a newspaper 

 man it looks like get- 

 ting money from 

 home. 



The Farm 

 Then after looking 

 over their 2200-acre 

 farm down on the log- 

 ging road, after being 

 the cowcatcher for 

 one of these automobile handcars for about fifteen miles, I concluded 

 that conservation was pretty good dope after all. This farm was 

 operated like any real plantation. When I \'isited with Superintendent 

 Stark, George Land and Wood Superintendent Lauve, I decided that 

 if that timber was all cut over the Lamb-Fish Lumber Company would 

 have so much plantation that it would be raising half the crop in 

 Mississippi, because it has some 70,000 acres of land. Stark told me 

 while their cotton crops would be pretty large this year, that they 

 were going to plant more beans and corn and other foods for man 

 and beast. 



And to return to that automobile. I advised President Lamb 's cabi- 

 net that if it ran that car over twenty mUes an hour I would get 

 even with the whole bunch of them. After riding down through 

 the yards, lifting it (the automobile) off the tracks out of the way 

 of the local freight, examining the. soft spots along the tracks for 

 a couple of miles, I began to relax a little bit and felt less like a trip 

 in a steel sleeper. Finally, after I really got adjusted, I enjoyed 

 the trip, and kept saying to myself, ' ' Just look at the buds on the 

 trees, and get your mind off of that track on each side of the road 

 where we are liable to land" — because there wasn't a blessed thing 

 to hang onto. 



High Waters 

 We finally arrived at the end of the railroad and found that some- 

 body had backed up the Talhihatchie river three miles from its river 

 bed, and not only prevented the lumber company from bringing the 

 logs in, but kept everybody out of the woods. This was not the main 

 line of the road, believe me, but on a common spur on a log road. 

 I wondered if General Superintendent Egan of the Yazoo & Mississip|)i 

 realizes what a fuss he was making when he built those dikes and the 



