The Hood River Glacier, Hood River, OR., January 20, 1916, page 1
LOCAL OFFICER SERVES LONG
E.S. Olinger Dean Of Constables
Numerous Records Held - Hood River's First Liveryman and Early Fire Fighter
at Salem
With the exception of Joe Day, dean of Portland detectives,
E.S. Olinger, constable and deputy sheriff, has probably been and officer
longer than any other man in Oregon. Mr. Olinger was appointed a constable
in 1881 by County Judge Savage, of Wasco county, Hood River county at that
time having been a part of Wasco. He has served ever since, except for a
four year term filled out by William Ganger, now a resident of Bull Run.
He was a deputy sheriff under Tom Dri_er, Tom Kelly and F.C. Sexton, sheriff
of Wasco county. Since Hood River county was established he has been deputy
under Sheriff Johnson.
It is likely that no rural officer in the northwest has
ever served more papers than E.S. Olinger. For the past ten years it has
been a rare week when he did not have to serve several papers. In the run
of a year the instruments served by the constable run into the hundreds.
Let a local man tinker with the law, and very soon Mr. Olinger puts in his
appearance; let him be delinquent with the payment of a debt, causing a creditor
to seek a judgment, and Oregon's dean of constables will serve him with a
summons or give notice of the attachment of property.
Mr. Olinger -- he is known as "Eph" to his close friends
-- has the further distinction of being a native Oregonian. He was born in
the Waldo hills, seven miles east of Salem, on March 26, 1848. On the first
day of May, 1880, he and his wife and oldest daughter, Miss Me_la Olinger,
of Portland, arrived in Hood River, having come to take charge of a farm
owned by W.B. Bark_s, Mrs. Olinger's father.
"It was shortly after hour of rival in Hood River," says
Mrs. Olinger, "That I first became acquainted with Joe Day. He came here
to look up a trunk that had been shipped by mistake to Mrs. E.A. Jerome,
who with her husband, boarded at our house. Mrs. Jerome's trunk and that
of another woman had become mixed in transportation and Detective Day was
getting the tangle straightened out. Mr. Jerome was owner of the little Columbia
river steamer, Luella, of which I was shortly after his arrival here, a pilot
for a time."
When Mr. Olinger left the river he entered the teaming
and livery business. He was Hood River's first liveryman. When the Cloud
Cap Inn stage road was built 26 years ago, Mr. Olinger and C.R. Bone formed
a partnership and opened a livery stable. They operated a stage line between
this city and the Inn. While a small barn had been erected on the present
Mount Hood hotel block, the huge structure, known as "The Red Barn," was
the first building devoted exclusively to the livery business in Hood River.
"At the first election held in the Hood River valley,
all of the voters coming to the city to cast their ballots, after I came
here," says Mr. Olinger, "but 41 that votes were cast. I was one of the election
officers. There were not over 175 people in the entire community. When I
entered business with Mr. Bone stores were being operated by Geo. Champlin,
E.L. Smith and John Barker. J.H. Gerdes, who now operates the Gerdes rooming
house, was running a little confectionery store, and on certain days of the
week he offered meat for sale."
Mr. Olinger continues to make his headquarters at the
office of the Fashion Livery Co. He still does some driving for the company.
It is said by his associates that no man in Oregon understands horses better
than the veteran driver. It is very probable that no man in the country has
driven a hearse at more funerals then has Mr. Olinger. In the past dozen
years he has missed but few Hood River funerals; for local undertakers, when
ordering the hearse sent out from the barn always ask that "Eph drive." Last
week a funeral procession wended its way slowly up the city's main street.
On the driver's seat of the hearse sat Mr. Olinger, speaking now and then
a quieting word to his team.
"There goes Eph again," said an aged resident, "I have
often wondered who will drive the hearse as his funeral."
But Mr. Olinger, though he will soon be three score and
ten, is still a young man. To see his buoyant tread, his military bearing,
one would not take him to be over 45 years of age. He has a black mustache
and sparkling black eyes. The only sign that might be taken to signify age
is the bald spot that is prominent when he doffs his hat, and yet many younger
men have far less hair. There are but a few gray hairs among the black ones
of Eph Olinger.
Mr. Olinger gets his erect bearing and military dignity,
perhaps, from service in Company D. Third regiment, of the Oregon National
Guards, a quarter of a century ago the pride of Hood River. Then the old
Armory building, destroyed by fire last July, was the principal building
of the valley. Company D. was considered the crack organization of the state.
At an encampment at The Dalles chief honors were won by the local soldiers.
Mr. Olinger was second lieutenant of the company.
Before coming to Hood River Mr. Olinger had been in the
livery business in Salem. Before he entered business for himself he drove
for a number of years for an early Salem livery concern.
"John Mento, now superintendent of the state penitentiary,
and I were boyhood companions," says Mr. Olinger. "John and I drove hack
together for several years."
Before he reached his majority Mr. Olinger became a member
of Tiger Engine Co. No. 2, of the Salem Volunteer fire department. He later
became chief engineer of the department, having been the first man elected
for two consecutive terms. During the time he was being promoted in Tiger
Company, No. 2, Justice of the Supreme Court Burnett was keeping pace with
him in Company 1. Judge Burnett and Mr. Olinger have maintained a close
friendship from boyhood days to the present time. The former never comes
to Hood River that he does not have a long visit with the companion of his
youth.
One of the most interesting incidents recalled by Mr.
Olinger at the time of his service in the Salem fire department was in 1875,
when the fire laddies of the capital city were called to assist in gaining
control of a bad fire in Portland.
"In an hour and 21 minutes after we had left Salem,"
he says, "we had unloaded our apparatus on the East Side, had crossed the
bridge and were shooting a stream of water on the old Hotel St.
Charles."
While it has never been the lot of Mr. Olinger to arrest
any desperate criminals, his life has not been devoid of thrills; for on
several occasions he has a single handed made the capture of burglars in
local stores. He has never failed in his duty, and, judging by the character
of the man, he would have been nothing daunted by the most notorious and
bold criminal.
Several years ago a burglar entered the store of Frank
A. Cram. The burglar was making his getaway when discovered. Mr. Olinger
was the first officer on the scene. He gave chase, and following the man
under an old building captured him. When he was searched all the money stolen
from the cash drawer, with the exception of 21 pennies, was found. Going
back to the old building Mr. Olinger scratched around in the rubbish under
the floor and found every last cent.
As John Day is known and respected in Portland, so is
Mr. Olinger passing the shady side of his life in the little Apple City.
The law abiding have no fear of him, but woe to the man who has a transgressed.
Mr. Olinger is a lifelong Republican, and he is a strong
exponent of military preparedness.
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