BY JKANETTE WIGOINaUt»rrtt1r3[1r[tct1cThe end of one day’n work as a fpc-cfal delivery m^a»enger for the Portland P^itofflrr-—the first Kir! to have that distinction locally—found Mis* Irene I'onR3ar.fi tired, but none the ims enthiifiiajtLie about hrr new vocation.Monday she would be interceptedlong enough only to ?uy I’m too busyto talk. Rut, yesterday, like all second day#, she found a minute to get a word In f'tlKewiH* between special do* livery trips.M4fh Douglass jumprd Into th^ newb —into the column® of The Oregonian —Tuesday tuorniitic without knowing JL. V? tt-rdiiy *rh« r^ad with amazement the story of her job and her work. She realized Bite had been ’‘discovered,** although she hadn’t thought about It when she wa» scooting around town the day before with special parcel*.Shiny \o»r Worrlrv Vuuttje Womnit-And, of course, the feminine would “out” when she read about It.Was my nose actually shinyT* she queried as she read where ’’the reporter” had said ah#' hadn't slopped to powder her nose. ”111 have time to powder my nose—and don’t you forgot it— though powder doean't lit in with khaki, does it?”Miss Douglass Was the object of many sidelong glances every time she drew up In front of an office building, and astonishment greeted her when she rang the front doors of the home* in the reaideuce section, each time with a pares! of some |«lnd. Love letters, all done up in lavender, rested on common ground in the pouch with long. white austere-looking buxines* form*, and for once In the world of time woman's curiosity wasn't feasted. It was all traffic to the special delivery messenger girl—a wartime product,Pourf Well# ¥«s*Misa Douglass, be it known, is modesty personified, Pose for a picture? Certainly not—-that is, c rtalnjy not, until she discovered tho news photographer had caught her just an she hopped off the motor-cycle, in answer to an unsuspecting approach of a news reporter Confronted witU the camera which had already clicked* she turned to shower modest resistance on the photographer and then she w^a* willing to pose, In order that the picture mightho ‘'good*** L r -Parleying—such as probably only two women can engage in under the cir-distance*—developed the fact that Miss Doug Lias has found she lik*s the new work. Then she explained how she took up the special delivery task,'‘When t Wf*nt to Postmaster My^re, * she nld* ’'and told him that I wanted to work, 1 al«o mentioned the fact that I owned a motorcycle. Then he assigned me to this work, and I am crasey about It*\o Monotony Iti Thli Work.What girl wouldn’t be? Carrying special delivery mraagcs doesn’t cspett monotony. First it's a lov** letter for some anxious girl upon Portland Heights or out in Irvington. Then the m-xt bunch of messages Includes an Important contract.Then there would he one that meant a lot of money for somebody. Then there ar« always a lot of bin myster* Iouh looking packages to b* delivered and It's a lot of Cun to speculate about what’s In a package,Mia« Douglass Is the daughter of Mrs-J. O. Bothwelt of €120 Fortieth avenue. In June. 1D15. phe w*jl graduated from Jefferson High School, Slnlt;*«r th;it time | t»htJ baa been teaching school at Morgan. Or-, andfat Willows, a town In that vicinity. During the pa*t two Winters she has ridden her motorcycle to and from school, and last Spring she drove to Portland and back.A brother, Harlow M. Douglass, Is In France, where he ie company photographer with Company A, First Engineers,Min* Ireue llont:liiji« nn M f»r«»uelted by a hlnfftary Club took over the u«ction with the bottles.Ciiiloquln. Mrn-hani lKLAMATH TXLdjS. Or (Special.)—The disappear Barr, mm: ham at th* M Company, near %.hl)o(}itir a mystery which local friends of the man bavo b HOlve. Mr Bur, v-ho opeof business June 1, laiei morning uf June ». He his friends at Cblloqutn missed ih^ train and wcthe next day This le tl from him. Ills financescondition.Mr. Barr had worked here for several years o known.Phone your want ad* llt;Til an. Main 7070, A *5iDD5.P1