The Chemawa American (Chemawa, Or.) 19??-current, November 01, 1914, Page 14, Image 18

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THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN
missioner Sells a man of lofty purposes, constructive ability, and sin
cere devotion to the work commitred to his hands. Nevertheless,
we realize great needs not yet relieved on our reservations, and great
fundamental changes necessary in our national legislation, policies and
administration. We look to the President, to Congress, and to the
Commissioner of Indian Affairs, and his Bureau, for immediate reme
dial measures.
We reserve the further and specific demands of our Society for pre
sentation in more detail in a petition and memorial to the President and
Congress of the United States and to the Bureau of Indian Affairs with
regard to the need of a careful revision and codification of Indian law
and the definition of Indian status; the just trusteeship and distribution
of tribal funds; the efficient allotment of lands; the wise utilization of min
eral and water resources; the settlement of tribal claims through the Fed
eral Court of Claims; adequate education; and the just settlement of
many specific grievances on the several reservations.
We call upon every man and woman of Indian blood to give of him
self to the uttermost, that our people may live in a higher sense than
ever belore, and regain in that sense, a normal place in this country of
free men.
We equally invite to our standards an increased number of associate
members of the races to co-operate with us.
Our final appeal is again to our own race. We have no higher end
tlian to see it reach out towards a place where it will become an active,
positive and constructive factor in the life of this great nation.
Til K WELCOME MAN
There's a man in the world who is never turned down, wherever he
chances to stray; he gets the glad hand in populous town, or out where
the farmers make hay; he's greeted with pleasure on deserts of sand,
deep in the aisles of the woods, wherever he goes the welcome hand he's
THE ONE WHO DELIVERS THE GOODS.
The failures of life sit around and complain, the Gods haven't treated
them white; they've lost their umbrellas whenever there's rain, and they
haven't their lanterns at night. Men tire of failures who fill with their
sighs r the air of their own neighborhoods, there's a man who is greeted
with love-lighted eyes he'ss
THE MAN WHO DELIVERS THE GOODS.
One fellow is lazy and watches the clock, and waits for the whistle to
blow; and one has a hammer with which he will knock, and one tells a