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ROSE BARRETT, PRETTY AND WELL, FAVORED, MANAGES CITY OF WARRENTON Has Done More Than Anyone Else to Put Place at the Mouth of the Col umbia River on the Map of Traf fic and Commerce. Mrs. Rose Barrett is a Montana woman who will be remembered as the executive of the Montana War renton company, and who resided in Great Falls for a number of years. She has made a remarkable success in building up the seaport city of Warrenton, near the mouth of the Columbia river, and her ability was signally recognized re cently when she was made city manager of Warrenton. The Bos ter Post recently published her in teresting story, and here it is. There were no newspapers to an nounce her birth. The nearest rail road was a hundred and eighty miles away—eight days by ex-team. But the news of little Rose’s com ing traveled like the wind. By the time she was a week old, thousands of Indians were camped around the Tyler home, curious to see the first white baby. The Indian women in toned mysterious prophesies as they measured her tiny feet with their fingers, and beaded her enough moc casins to last several lifetimes. That was thirty-five years ago. Since then Rose Tyler's feet have car ried her a long way from the little sod house and the bed of roses. To day, as Mrs. R. E. Barrett (she pre fers the initials, as she says the name ‘Rose’ never suited her), she is the manager of a growing port city— Warrenton, Oregon. At present writing she is at the capital in the interest of an item in the rivers and harbory bill for the survey and deepening of the Skip anon river, on the part of Astoria— Astoria being Warrenton’s twin city. When interviewed at her Washing ton hotel, Mrs. Barrett proved a sur prise. She was gracious and pretty, with black hair and shining black eyes. She wore a black velvet gown and high-heeled suede pumps. A short string of pearls and a bar-pin were her only ornaments. She did not look like a woman who could handle men and millions, who could take a railroad by its middle and make it run backward. Her story revealed infinite capacity for overcoming obstacles, for refusing to recognize defeat when it stared her in the face. “I am not a very reli gious person,” she said, “but I know if you do your best and have faith, things are bound to come out right. She was married when she was eighteen years old, and went to Port land, Oregon, to live. When her mar riage turned out badly and she was suddenly thrown on her own re sources, she had absolutely nothing to fall back on—and no money. What suggested real estate to her, she hardly knows, except that she was a ‘daughter of the soil and had always got her living from it. She borrowed $50 from a friend. “It was a little fishing village, Mrs. R. E. Barrett
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Dillon Examiner
Dillon, Montana, US
Wed, Mar 12, 1924
Page 4
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Thomas M.
