POST OFFICE EXTABLISHED IN SHAMROCK

The city of Shamrock starts with a United States postoffice open and doing business. The old town of Shamrock had a postoffice for seven years and when the new town was started and the buildings move over from old town, the postal authorities at Washington approved the removal of the Shamrock postoffice to the new townsite. With the completion of the Sapulpa & Oil Fields railroad into Shamrock, railway mail service will be established at once, according to C. F. Hopkins, general manager of the road. In the past Shamrock has been served by rural carrier from Avery. The postoffice in Shamrock gives every man who works in the oil field, anywhere in this locality, the opportunity to get his mail quickly at this point. The postmaster, Virgil Morgan, is an appointee of President Wilson and is an efficient and accommodating official.

THE ONLY TOWN IN THE UNITED STATES WHERE GREEN STAMPS ONLY CAN BE SOLD BY POSTMASTER

Shamrock claims the distinction of being the only town in the United States where green stamps only can be sold by the postmaster. IT started as a joke, really, when the town first began to build a month ago but it soon became a fad and every man and woman who now sends a letter or a postal package of any kind from Shamrock demands the one-cent green stamps as postage. The Shamrock postmaster has a stock of the reddish colored 2-cent stamps on hand that may mildew on his shelf unless he is able to trade them back to Postmaster General Burleson and get the one-centers in exchange.

In truth, green is everywhere in Shamrock. The postoffice is housed in a green building, the stores of the merchants are of that color, the lumberyard offices are of an emerald hue, the big station of the electric railway company has a tint that rivals the shamrock itself, and the residences scattered throughout the forest that covers the town have a color like unto the leaves in the springtime. And when the green returns to the trees, a few months from now, this will be beyond doubt the greenest spot in the nation.

And it all happens because the name of the town happened to be Shamrock. It was named that eight years ago by a pioneer merchant who established himself at a crossroads, applied for a postoffice, and christened his location among the black oak trees Shamrock. And then, when greenish tinted crude oil was found in the locality, during the past autumn, and Shamrock began to take upon herself the proportions of a city because of it being the natural distributing point, the people who cam first were of Irish descent, took Shamrock to their bosom and began at once to put an emerald hue on everything.

"We want no main street in Shamrock," they said, and remembering the song which is again helping to make Ireland famous in war, they called it Tipperary Road instead, and it is a long way indeed, for Tipperary Road in Shamrock is more than fifteen blocks long from the section line on the west to a point where the railroad crosses it and the depot is located. And it is at this point, too, that Tipperary Road extends on eastward across O'Conner bridge and for six blocks up Parnell heights.

And having named and built Tipperary Road, it will never do, the people said, to have aught but Irish names for the avenues in Shamrock, and consequently the cross streets were called. Ireland, Dublin, Cork, Bantry, Terry, Blarney, St. Patrick and Killarney.

John Murphy is locating a bank at the corner of Dublin and Tipperary, Lantry has the contract to build the railroad into town, Ryan is the leading painting contractor, Casey is in the lumber business, Sullivan oversees the gas meters, Dunn looks after the welfare of the town, McFarlin's men are here drilling for oil, McBride is a merchant, Mrs. Casey has a rooming house, Mulligan is a sign painter, Quimby a carpenter contractor, Mrs. Finney has a hotel, Patrick is a banker, O'Neill is a drilling contractor, Flannigan a driller, McCall the town clerk, Riley a plumber and Jerry Hastings is in charge of the big gas compressing station.

And every person here, who has not an Irish name, is seeking some trace of Irish blood in his veins. Perhaps never in the history of Oklahoma has there been such a study of genealogies. Every man who can qualify does so immediately and the list of Irish is steadily on the increase.

Railroad Takes up the Idea.

Even the Sapulpa & Oil Fields railroad company, now completing and electric line into Shamrock, has taken up the Irish idea and has officially designated its line as the "Tipperary Route", where its trains are to be known as the Irish Mail, the Dublin Express, and the Killarney Special. The be 530-house power engine, electric locomotive, has been christened the "Casey Jones". And the town people have named their park the Emerald Isle.

In fact, it would seem now that everything and everybody in Shamrock is to be Irish. It is similar to the old son of childhood days:

"My father and mother are Irish;

My father and mother are Irish;

And I am Irish, too."

And it will be remembered, no doubt, that the song is extended to include "the pig in the parlor" and everything else on the place as "Irish, too".

In order to be up with the procession and also to catch the public eye from the standpoint of advertising, the merchants of Shamrock have exerted themselves to find the appropriate names for their places of business, names that will have the Irish twang. As a consequence in Shamrock has the Hotel Erin, the Shamrock Café, the Irish Queen, the Tipperary Store, Blarney Castle, Murphy's Place, the Killarney Rose, and the Irish Stew, the latter an eating house where the far-famed "Mulligan" always a place on the bill of fare.