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THE SU25DAY OKEGONIA, PORTLAro, NOVEMBER 15, 1903. 33 THE PALATIAL 0HEG0H BU1LDIN UjMK3rcoi m: i2m&jmA. S""tfyS?ffiiv ,,... . . . "" aj" .'..!.' jm;j ,,,, .... rf "NSNfcsCTi-v YTOrTfoTUTFtfEMrrfK" T4 A-atrv ? jfSSt && S THERE -were a dozen of us at the Gabsters that night, and the talk turned on dramatic criticism. The Gabsters Is a well-known club in a cer tain circle, and constitutes Itself a sort of court of last resort In the settlement of momentous questions. It doesn't make much difference what the subject under discussion is, tho actle group at the Gabsters usually settle it with a finality which Is the equivalent of the grave. Outsiders may not always agree to our .conclusions, but we do, and that is enough for us, and no Gabster In good standing, once a subject is definitely set tled, will ever again allow It to be re opened, save ia the sacred precincts of the club Itself. "Dramatic criticism nowadays," said Jim Hicks, the humorist, the, most genial of Gabsters and good fellows generally, "is perfectly rotten. Fact Is nobody knows anything about "the stage now adays but myself" "Oh, nonsense, Jim!" put in BIHIe Scrib ble. "The dramatic critism market Is the best in the world. AH a man needs is a pen, a pad, and an orchestra chair, and he can give you dramatic criticism that will make your hair curl, and he can sell It in a minute if it's only clever." "Don't doubt that," retorted Hicks. "But is it any good? Does it help any body, public, star, manager, anybody at all? I say no." "Jim's right," said Ex-Cathedra Tom llnson, as we called him, because of a certain little manner of authority that he always affects. "The only dramatic critic that's worth a cuss these days Is the gallery god. He knows what's good and what isn't. You can't fool him with your fads and your follies, and the thing that he doesn't like doesn't go." And so the discussion ran until about 11 o'clock, when the consensus of opinion ' was that while modern, dramatic criti cism Is in the main pretty fair reading, either full of scholarly qualities or bril liantly touched with epigram, It was not especially uplifting, and that the only in dividual in sight who could really be said to know his business In the matter of the theater was the whistling, peanut eating original who graces the family cir cle directly under the roof. He at least is not afraid of his opinions, and in dulges in no diplomatic indirection of speech when the opportunity comes to express them. At 11 o'clock, this question having been settled, I started for home, and as I passed a certain theater its audience was Just coming out. Among the surging crowd was a small shock-headed gamin. clad chiefly in -freckles and half a pair 1 of suspenders, who was expatiating vig orously upon what he had seen, and my mind at once reverted to the councils of the evening. "Here's a chance to see hojv -much there is in that theory of Ex-Cathedra Tomllnson's," thought L "I'll tackle this young god and see what he has to say." So I addressed him. "Hello, Mike," said L "Hungry?" "Sure," said he. "Always before, be tween an' durin meals." "Well, you come up to Stanley's with me and I'll blow you to anything you want if you'll tell me what you think of the stage of today," said I. "I'll let you do the ordering." The lad's eyss grew big with astonish znent. "What's yer lay?" he demanded. '"Just trym' to gimme de gaff?" "No," I replied. "This offer is honest. Tou can have everything on the bill of fare, from broiled lobster to quail on toast "An all I gotter do's t' talk about de Hstolge? he persisted, a grin beginning to spread over his features. "That's the proposition, Mike," said I. It's ilka picking up terrapin in the street." "Well, I'm your huckleberry, If dat's all dere is to It only mo name ain't Mike; it's Chames," he said. "Whereupon we proceeded to Stanley's, where "Chames" ordered profusely of HEROISM OF THE UGLY DEVIL A Hough Rider Monograph. OUR outfit was at San Antone when the rookies came and K Troop got a recruit. In appearance he was 30 and repulsive, so when he grew violent tho next week from Texas whisky and tried to kill the Corporal, the men said he was an ugly devil, and though he was "Walsh on the rolls, no one remembered it, the cognomen seemed to fit and he was the Ugly Devil to the end. The Arizona lawyer said he was mongrel without de scent, sired by vice and dammed by in iquity, and on such high authority his pedigree was accepted. There was a memory of New York's East Side in his profanity, and he ate like a free lunch fiend. His face was a Jungle of sandy hairs, and from much chewing of plug to bacco an umber sediment had settled Into the grotesque wrinkles around his mouth like silt from a sewer, while his fingers were tawny from cigarette smoking. The more esthetic, who took to water, avoided him and the unwashed cut his so ciety on general principles. Only the The ologian, who probed for "his soul, and the Cartoonist, who delighted In him as a study In filth, "tolerated him. Even the Cherokee half-breed lost caste In the troop by dealing an occasional hand of stud poker to him. His voice was keyed to gut terajs and his vocabulary was of monosyllables and grunts. His nearest approach to humor was when.in derision of the sissy who carried his sweetheart's picture in his watch case, he cut the head of a crack pugilist out of a pink sRort ing paper and pasted it Into his German Bllver timepiece, while for pathos, nature had substituted a keen appreciation of the obscene. He sat his horse like a tramp and hts dumb-brute density gave the top Sargeant an excuse to profane his Maker. Invariably he "beat" fatigue and at the guard tent was a star lodger. I may overlook some other trifling ec centricities, but in the main this was the Ugly Devil as he came under my ob servation durlnjr those hot, waiting days of May. With the coming of o'rders the monotony of camp gave way to the frantic confu sion which attends amateur war, but we got to Tampa somehow and aboard the transport. By an unexplained oversight the Devil was sober when we steamed down the bay, and he seemed chagrined and apologetic as a consequence. Ho did one tour of guard duty on the way over which led us to the violent oresump Jlon that at last he had taken a brace. , Hii M Llf "D whole sAiiEKf WBMmJrA ? CS J5SP i r mmZ?mmm. - . y -V rT li . -- -------- -- mm rMra y. .-m-j- wu-.vwm ,. -t. c" ws -- rJKfikt , :rL;ii: Autrntr rev Rrrrrrrv wi iBiiTriinwTinrmnr nuniir nrnijirw n i TTfTin'irirM JifepL-'V.tvPa I wir M!V stairs ikde 1 i ViH'ALLIGOnffi D0'5 T TALK C ,2?ylAPOUTDElbl(gFk A . Xw-ftb iff ABOUT DE SlDlGEnE; ,lk; -, lobster salad, corned beef and mashed potatoes. Ice cream and I regret to say beer. The Interview. "De stolge ain't what it used to been," he observed, shaking a great deal of pow dered sugar upon a small bit of bread and stowing it safely away in the cav ernous recesses of his mouth. "Dey's bin monkeyin too much wit der drammer fer de past five years, an' as fer me, 1'se getun Kinder aown on de whole ontflf. Ye can't b'lieve de bill boards never no more. Dere s no stunts dat makes yer trow yer hat up in de air nowdays. Fer nuttin doin' give me de teayter." "Is It not strenuous enough for you?" I Inquired. "That If?" "Oh, de whole ting's on de "Willleboy," said Chames. "Dere's nuttin' to make yer want ter git up an' pull down do house, an honest I ain't had a chance to whistle wit me two pinkies for six monts. De vil lains dey has now ain't much more'n bunco-steerers doln delr stunts on de quiet, so's 3er can't tell "em from de heroe's. Dey woyks on polper. Instead 'er going out Into de -violia an swattln delr way tru' to delr wicked polpose. An when dey comes to die in de last act, or kind o' got put out o de game, it's all done like dey fought dey was llvln in a Sunday school. I ain't seen a villain go over de Niagara Falls, or tumble Into de sewer, or have a sawmill cut him In two for years. One feller up in the Har lem Opera-House took a dose o' medicine on de stolge last Winter an' died of it while de coyten was goin down, but. hully chee, dere's no fun in dat. It's reg-lar on de blink fer quiet. Dey goes off like as if dey, tought if dey died louder dey'd wake up de baby. "In de good old days when a feller died, did he do It slttin' up in a chair an' den sliding' down on to de floor, wit no more life about it dan a bolster? I guess nit. He did it all over de stolge. Dere was a hustle on Mm. Deaf wasn't no toln-over- While the others loafed on the dock, shot craps and swapped lies, he sat on his feet and polished his Krag until for the first time It passed inspection, the while cuss ing heat and flies with such a generous show of enthusiasm that we felt drawn toward the new side which he thus pre sented. At Baiqulri.- where we landed, he fell from this high pinnacle of recti tude, however, by waj of the Major's jug, which he stole In the night, and while we were shooting at Guaslmas he ias m the rear with the sow-belly and haid tack, dreaming sweet dreams of peace which come from contentment and Jamaica rum. A week followed our initiation Into war. There were seven craves by the roadside where none had been before. The Jug was empty and a brigade with the blear-eyed reinforcement of one man was crowding and pushing Its way along the Kettle Hill trail while the little fellows on the yellow hill were weaving a mesh of Mausers over our heads. We finally got out into the chapparal "as skirmishers." worked our way to a play-ground below the trenches and dropped on our bellies in the grass. The line grew impatient. We were owing for the men in the graves and desired to liquidate. A man on my left "kicked" audibly at the delay. I knew the voice, there was but one such In the troop. Some rifles begun popping at noth ing, and the Lieutenant yelled: "Wait for the bugle!" That touched off tho whole front. There was a volley an! then the man on my left broke for the hill. The growl I had heard a moment beforo came back to us intoned to the insanity of battle: "Damn the bugle. Let's go after 'em." Since then historians have called it a charge. Anyhow, we fired and ran and fired and ran again, and the nearest man to the Colonel was the Ugly Devil, stumb ling and 'shooting, but always In the lead. How we got to the top I couldn't say. Those who were not there have told that, but the enemy was half way down the other side and making for the city when we hollered and waved the col ors. "How many 'd 'spose we're shy?" asked a fellow In G, when we got our wind. "Dam if I know. Some I reckon." The Red Cross people came upon a sprawling figure half way up the slope. It was breathing noisily and strangling in Its own blood. They tried to lift it, but the distorted lips and choking throat entered a last gurgling protest: "Aw, lem me 'lone, will yu. I'm up against it. See?" And in this day they call such men heroes. ARTHUR A. GREENE. When Joe Jefferson Retired. Chicago Tribune. Joseph Jefferson, the actor, Is very sensitive on the subject of his retirement j an'-go-to-sleep Willie business. It was de real ting, wit somepin doln 's long as de feller's wind didn't give out, and even den he was up against it so hard he panted like he was alife for some minutes after de rattle. Dat's de kind of deaf dafs wort lookln at deaf wit some action to It; somepin dat breaks winders and pulls down de tiric-a-brack. and sort o makes de scenery wobble. Chickens dies hettor dan most o dem easy "Wlllleboys dat ' passes for villains de? days." "There Is a good deal of truth In what you say, Chames," said I. "but after all the style of decease jou speak of lacked subtlety." "Dafs a stranger to me woyd box, dat subtlety," said Chames, "an I ain't wise to yer game when yer uses It, but all de same dere ain't no life about de deafs dey die on de stolge dese days, an' deys not no fun watchln 'cm. Den dese mod ern actor fellers Is wholly lackln' In goy gle. Dere ain't a man bn de stolge to day what kin goygle." , This was a poser. I have heard of an actor having e&pleglerie, verve, snap, oven technique, but goygle was as far from my "woyd box" as subtlety was from Chames. "1 am afraid you have me there, my dear Chames," said I, as I indorsed his application for a plate of ham and eggs. "What do you mean by goygle?" "Chee!" he ejaculated, looking at me In undisguised wonder. "Has youse been doln' de. teayters of dls town for many years an' not never hoyd of a goygle? It's sompln de real actor feller has doVn In his troat dat makes his woyds rattle. Me fadder uster say dat a feller named McCullough hat It wofs dat? Naw! Not de cop, but de trachedlan. When he was up aganist de stone wall, me fadder said he'd fill his troat up wit pebbles an' holler j out his Shlkespeare like as if it was wrote In a quarry. I hoyd ja feller on de Bowery In de 'Millionaire's Daughter toyn de trick once I don't happen to tlnk of his from the stage. He has been before the footlights since a small child, and he has never shown any desire to leave tho stage. The interviewer who puts the question of farewell to him gets a rather sharp but pleasant reply, but a reporter In the South recently got the best of him. The actor came downstnirs at the hotel and was much disturbed to find a long but mysteriously worded article in which the word retired was closely connected with his name. He knew the managing editor and made a half-hearted complaint. The reporter was cabled In and asked where he got the story. "The city editor told mo to see Mr. Jefferson," said the young man, "and ask him If he was going to retire." "Well, did you see him?" said the edi tor. "No, sir," said the reporter. "I sent up my card to his room and It was sent back with this written on It: " 'Mr. Jefferson has retired.' " And then the actor who sleeps 20 years In every performance took the reporter out and "bought him a ?3 hat. The Song of the Tree. Warm In the deep of the prison of Bleep, I lar In the womb of the Earth. Till the Spirit of God in the"stinglins sod Aroused my spirit to birth. Then fed by the dew and the sun I grew From sapling-hood to a Tree, As tall and elate, as strong and as straight. As ever a Tree should be. Now, robed ina sheen of shimmering green. Bathed in the sunrise red. My branches glisten, my little leaves listen For secrets that never wore said; Though the sunshine glint, and the west wind hint. t And tho raindrops murmur, I ween Man neer shall learn, nor a Tree discern. The ultimate thing they mean. Or stripped to the chill ofthe north windVs will, I stand In my strong bare bones; I dance with the blast, as maddening past. The tempest in anguish moans. With strife and song my spirit grows strong t In the law of my being rgrow. Till the lightning smite, or tho wind in its might. The growth of the years overthrow. And when long I have lain in the sun and the rain. And the creeping things grow bolder. And Earth, my mother, makes Dust my brother. As Into theground I molder. Then out of my death shall arise the breath Of flowers of rainbow hues So, welcome my life, with its growth and Its strife. Then Death be the Life I choose! Edna Klngsley Wallace, in the Critic. The authorities of the Iowa State Uni versity have declared a boycott against boarding-houses which refuse to conform to certain regulations promulgated by the dean of the woman's department. IS si J LiJiHIt 4'MN- fe - WW mmlAmmWl sm r F h 11 . iim ijggPft 1 ibeeS " j , x VWt-S' SB W' "5 ,1 I.fvfc. iBLV if 2 -iIb name, but de effect was well, say, did y'ever hear ten feet of water trj'In' to climb Into a two-Inch lengf o lead polpe?" "Ah I see. Chames," said I. "You mean gurgle." "Dafs what I said," said Chames. "Goygle go-l-g-1. Dey's none of It on de modern stoige. Y' don't feel as If de voices of dem Mammydooks dafs winnln out wit de goils dese days Is talkin' down In de cellar but up on de chimney. Dere's nuttin movln 'bout dese slcylignt voices we's gettin every night from dese stars. What de stolge needs is a lung or two. Dat feller Mansfield does it every other Thoys- day. but some of us can't tret to d teavtnr except on Fridays. Honest, now, Mister Man, I been to see every show In de town for ten years an' dere ain't a voice In de whole push dat could lift a two-pound dumb-bell, much less de roof. Dere's no COMPARED WITH THE DESERT OF SAHARA An Eastern Paper's Estimate of Oregon in 1844 sr Interesting Reading. OLLOWING Is part of an article copied Into the Northern Advocate of March 21, 1S14, with the publisher's indorsement, from the Louisville Journal. Oregon was then claimed by the United States, but not yet awarded through the treaty defining the northwestern boundary' line. 'Every nation Is addicted to some par- tlcular vice. The most characteristic vice of our nation Is an Insane rage for terri torial acquisitions. We have more land than wo can use, and yet, like a miser with overgrown coffers, we fret that we have not enough. Our avaricious eyes are by turns directed to Canada, to Texas and to Oregon. One fever is scarcely abated before we are afflicted with an other. What is to be the result of this disease the wisdom of Heaven can alone foretell. . . . "What there Is in the territory of Ore gon to tempt our National cupidity no one can tell. Of all the countries on the face of this earth it is one of the least favored of Heaven. It is the mere rid dllngs of creation. It Is almost aa barren as the desert of Africa and quite as un healthy as the Champagna of Italy. To leave the fertile and salubrious lands on this side of the Rocky Mountains, and to go beyond their snowy summits a thou sand miles, to be exiled from law and so ciety, and to endeavor to extort food from tho unwilling sand heaps that are there called earth. Is .the maddest enterprise that ever deluded foolish man. We would not be subjected to the Innumerable tor tures of a Journey to Oregon for all the soil that its aa'age hunters ever wan dered over. The journey thither, from all accounts. Is horrible enough, but it Is paradlsean when contrasted with the wasting miseries which beset the wretch ed emigrant when he has reached the point where he fancied his unutterable woes were to cease, but where he finds they are to bo Increased beyond all en durance. . . "We have already intimated that the Journey to the Columbia River from this country Is attended with, starvation and a thousand other felicities. If the emigrant Is so lucky to escape the pangs of fam ine and the bullets of the Comanches on this side of the Rocky Mountains, he may perhaps survive the long and tedious as cent of the mountains. When he surr mounts the summit and begins the down ward journey, the land of promise, the delectable Canaan, the .land flowing with milk and honey, spreads out illimitable beforo him. And a most ravishing pros pect it is! There Is not a tree to limit the reach of his lmparadised vision. His enchanted eye wanders in ecstasy rumble to 'em. Dere Isn't a man In sight Tvlf a yolce like a f understorm " "Edwin Forrest's day has passed, I pre sume you mean." I Interrupted, resolved to say a good word for the actor who was actually the first in my experience. "He was not only a great tragedian, but a past master In the thunderous voice." Faust From the Gallery. "Me fadder tolt me about him," said Chames. "He said his fadder had tolt him dat dat feller had de goygle all right, an' what's more,, useter chuck de villains of de play over into de band wagon. Oh, for dem days, when dere was somepin doln'!" Here Chames sighed, and to cover up his sorrow over the departure of the good old days ordered an oyster stew, with a cou ple of chocolate eclalres on the side. "How about the modern play, Chames?" I asked. "A man of your experience must over piles of volcanic rocks and sandstones, interspersed with oases of wild wormwood and prickly pear ad libitum. Nothing else can be seen to the right or left or in front. This Is the first glimpse the happy emi grant gets of the blissful Oregon. . . . "A1 the writers and travelers agree In representing Oregon as a vast extent of mountains, anu valleys or sana uoneu over with green and cultivable spots. Now, that such a wretched territory should excite the hopes and cupidity of citizens of the United States. Inducing them to leave comfortable homes for Its heaps of sand, is Indeed passing strange. Russia has her Siberia, and England has her Botany Bay; and If the United States sjiould ever need a country to which to banish Its rogues and scoundrels, the utility of such a region as Oregon will be demonstrated. Until then we are perfect ly willing to leave this magnificent coun try to the Indians, trappers and buffaloes that roam over Its sandbanks and by the side of its rushing and unnavigable rivers. . . . "Those factions of Oregon that are most advantageously situated for culture and profit are unhealthy, and abound In rep tiles and Insects which render life Insup portable. There are moccasins, copper heads, rattlesnakes, scorpions, lizards, tarantulas, fleas, ticks, mosquitos, galll nippers and other pests, of which neither entomology nor zoology nor hepetology gives any account. Wherever the mud is sufficiently oleaginous to produce mos quitos they swarm from It In flocks that obscure the sun at noonday. After these rapacious Insects have eaten all the flesh from the bones the Autumnal agues com mence their Interesting experiments. Per sons who reside in the swamps of Illinois, on the Wabash bottoms In Indiana, or In the lowlands of Red Rlvec flatter them selves that their knowledge of the ague Is consummate; but It Is reserved to those fortunate Individuals who reside In tho smiling valley of the Wallamet- to be carried to the seventh Heaven of delight on the wings of immortal agues. . . . "Some of those who are smitten with the Oregon lunacy are thinking- of railroad routes to connect the Mississippi and Co lumbia, sheer over the eternal snows of the Rocky Mountains and the countless mountains, not yet named, beyond. All the mines of Mexico, If disembdweled, could not furnish a penny-in the pound of such an expenditure. It IsMl singular fact that when a man becomes enamored of the loveliness, of Oregon, what previously seemed impossibilities become the most practicable of things; and as long as the delusion lasts he Is as crazy as a coon in the last agonies of starvation. Let a railroad be constructed to the Pacific; and let the Pacific be bridged to China; and we shall enjoy the benefits of public works on a scale of magnificence worthy have something to say about that phase of the drama." "Dey's are all on de blink dese times," said Chames". "Dey don't get de right fellys to write 'em." "You er you don't care for PInero, then?" I asked. "Hully chee!" said Chames. "Say, Mis ter Man, d'ye know dat feller makes me sick. Dere was dat play o his called Irish dey had over here last Winter. Dere wasn't an Irishman in de whole bunch, an all dey did was to talk Willle boy to a fairy fer 17 acts an den smash all her premiums." . "Excuse me, Chames," I put In. "Her what?" "Her premiums," replied Chames. "De tings she got from de tea store for buyln her Uptons at delr shop." he explained. "Oh I see," said I. "You mean her bric-a-brac." "Dafs de woyds." said Chames. "Her chugs, an her pitchers, an' de candle sticks, an' all de stuff from de Installment store. Say, dat was a great act, but It came too late. De whole-gallery was htt tln' de pipe before dey butted in wltde smashup. If dev'd only began wit dat!" "Still. Chames." I ventured. "PInero Is considered a great playwright." "That's what I'm kickln' about." said Chames. "An he ain't ace high. His talk's like de jokes in de back end of a loldy's paper. It's all fer de Wlllleboys downstairs In de orchestra chairs an' de boxes. But de steadies up In de roof, what do we get out of it? Why, honest, now. Mister Man, ever a boygler couldn't gain no real Information about de homes o' de refined from seln one o dose Plner rer plays. Dere ain't a second-story In de whole bunch. It's nuttin' but a lot o' parlors, wlf talk to match. All de fun I ever got outer a Pinerrer play was laughln at de Willeboys downstairs fer laughln at de play. Dafs on de level." "And how about Clyde Fitch?" I queried. "Chee!" said Chames. "He's de limit. He was de feller dat wrote de play where de villain dies by drlnkin poison an slid ln' down onto de floor. What does he know about life? He's got de Wlllleboys down fine, but de Willleboy ain't de whole push. Dey haven't any cinch on de way we live. Say. d'ye know what dat man does? He says de boxes is all dere Is in modern sasslety, wit a few in de orchestra. Dere ain't no unstairs. Teayters Is all one floor. Well, dafs his great big mistake. He's on de blink when he says dat de teayters of New York Is kep' allfe by Mrs. Wally V,an Jones an' Mister Johnny de Toots an' de fellers dat live on'y f meet delr own set. Deysa odders In dls town, an dey ls onto him. all right. He ain't In It wlf de real ting. De people dat laughs at him laughs all right, but when he's down dey won't stand for him. Dey tlnk more of de does dey wear dan dey do of de auttor o' de play. Dey says on de way out o de teayter. 'What a pretty wrap dat was o Mrs. Chlnkledoodles.' or 'Dlt ye see Tommy Rot In de box wit Mrs. Petle TLira-bom-de-av? Wonder where 'Petle Is ternlght? an so on. His plays Is all right fer de folks he's after, but for us" "He's getting to be high art, Chames," said I. "High art?" ejaculated Chames. "Well, high art's all right, all right. But. in dis case it ain't so very high. It don't reach up to de gallery, an dere's where you find de folks dafs after de real stuff." It was at this point that Chames, hav ing consumed ilvo platesful of Ice cream, signified his satisfaction, and Intimated that, as he had to get busy selling the next day's evening papers at 5 o'clock In the morning, he thought he ought to go home. I considerately let him off. I should very much have liked to ask him his opin ion of certain plays current, but in view of his professional obligations, I did not feel that I ought to do so. But he gave me his address, which I still have, and if anybody would care for the candid opinion of so candid a critic, and the editor of this newspaper will permit he same to be published In these columns. I shall be very glad to communicate with Chames on the subject. , of the rampant civilization of the 19th century, and worthy of the sublime and all-conquering genius of a man who can discover In the deserts of Oregon all the elements of some future vast empire." Out of the many thousands of candi dates declined for the British Army each year by far the largest number are re jected on account of being unable to pass the authorized test for eyesight. OHIO BELT To all Men who Write to the Heidel berg iledical Institute, St. Paul. lust send your name and address plainly written and they will send their great "Electro-Chemic Belt" without one cent of cost to you. itis yours for the asking. Noteven necessary to send postagestamp. GOOD AS ANY ELEC7BIU BELT IN THE WORLD. 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Powell. iIgr..0U AUSTEX, F. C. ilanager for Oregon and "Washington Bankers' Life Association of Des Moines. Ia. 502-GO3 BAAR. DR. GUSTAV. Phya. and Surg. .807-bOS BANKERS' LIFE ASSOCIATION OF DES MONES, IA.; F. C. Austen, ilgr 502-503 BATES. PHILIP S., Pub. Pacinc illner 215 BENJAMIN', R. "W.. Dentist 314 BERNARD, G., Cashier Co-Operatlvo Mer cantile Co 204-205 BINSWANGER. OTTO S.. Physician and Surgeon 407-403 EOGART, DR. M. D., Dentlat 703 BROCK. WILBUR F.. Circulator, Orego- nlan .. 501 BRUERE. DR. G. E.. Phys...4U-412U-4U CAMPBELL, "SVM. M., Medical Referee Equitable Llfa 700 CANNING. M. J . C02-COJ CARDWELL, DR. ,T. R., Dentist u03 CAUKIN. G. E:. District Agent Travelers' Insurance Company 718 CHURCHILL, MRS. B. J 716-717 COFFEY, Dll. R. C, Surgeon 405-lOd COGHLAN. DR. J. N 713-714 COLLIER, P. F.. Publisher; S. P. McGulre. Manager . 415 COLUMBIA GRANITE CO 417-413 CONNELL. DR. E. DE WITT. Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat (113-614 CO-OPERATIVE MERCANTILE CO.; J. F. Olsen. Gen. Mgr.; G. Bernard. Cashler.204-203 CORNELIUS. C. W., Phjs. and Surgeon. .212 DICKSON. DR. J. F.. Physician 713-714 EDITORUX, ROOMS Eighth Floor EVENING TELEGRAM.. 325 Alder Street EQUITABLE LIFE ASSURANCE SO CIETY; L. Samuel. Mgr.; H. S. Smith, Cashier ...................... ...... 306 FENTON, J. D.. Pbys. and Surgeon.. "oOO-Clo FENTON. DR. HICKS C. Eyo and Ear 511 FENTON. MATTHEW F.. Dentist 50'J GALVANI. W. H., Engineer and Draughts man ...........600 GEART. DR. E. P., Phys. and Surgeon,... 400 GIEST. DR. A. J.. Phys. and Surg 700-Tlu GILBERT. DR. J. ALLEN, Phys 401-40,1 GOLDMAN. WIT. T.I AM. Manager Manhat tan Life Ins. Co. of New York 200-210 GRANT. FRANK S., Attorney-at-Law....C17 GRI5WOLD & PHEGLEY. Tailors . 131 Sixth street HAMMAM BATHS, Turkish and Russian... 300-301-302 HARDEN. MRS. L. K.. Stenographer 201 HAVILAND, DR. W. K.. Physician and Surgeon 512-313 HAWKE. DR. C. E., Phys. and Surs..60S-Ua HOLLISTER. DR. O. C. Physician and Surgeon, 504-505 HOSMER. DR. CHARLES SAMUEL. Physician and Surgeon 701-702 IDLEMAN. C M.. Attorney-at-Law....015-CJu JEFFREYS. DR. ANICE F., Phys. and Surgeon, Women and Children only... 400 JOHNSON. W. C. 315-316-31T KADY, MARK T.. Supervisor o Agents Mutual Reserve Life Ins. Co 005 LANEv E. L.. Dentist 513-514 LAWBAUGH. DR. E. A S04-S03 LAWRENCE PUBLISHING CO 417-418 UTTLEFIED & CORNELIUS . 212 UTTLEFIED. H. R.. Phys and Surg! "212 MACKAY. DR. A. E.. Phjs, and Surg.. 711-712 MANHATTAN LIFE INSURANCE CO. OF NEW YORK; W. Goldman, llan- aer 209-210 MARSH. DR. R. J., Phys. and Surg 300-310 McCOY. NEWTON, Attorney-at-Law 715 Mcelroy, dr. j. g.. Phys. & sur.701-702-703 McGinn, henry e., Attomey-at-Law.311-312 McGUIRE. S. P., Manager P. F. Collier, Publisher ....... ......413 M'KENZIE, DR. L. P.. Phjsician and Surgeon 206 METT. HENRY 213 MOSSMAN, DR. E. P., Dentist ...... 513-514 MUTUAL RESERVE LIFE INS. CO.; Mark T. Kady, Supervisor of Agents.. 604-603 NICHOLAS. HORACE B.. Attorney-at-Law.713 NILES. M. M.. Cashier Manhattan Life Insurance Company of Now York 209 NOTTAGE. DR. G. H.. Dentist 608-603 NOTTINGHAM. T. W.. Mgr. The Warren Construction Co .....216-217 O'CONNOR. DR. H. P., Dentist 300-310 OLSEN, J. F., General Manager Co-operative Mercantile Co .... 204-203 OREGON INFIRMARY OF OSTEOPATHY OREGONIAN BARBER SHOP. MARSCH &. GEORGE. Props 120 Sixth street OREGONIAN EDUCATIONAL BUREAU; J. F. Strauhal. Manager 200 PACIFIC MINER, Philip S. Bates. Pub.. 215 PAGUE. B. S.. Attomey-at-Law 518 PALMER BROS.. Real Estate and Busi ness Chances ..417-413 PORTLAND EYE AND EAR INFIRMARY Ground Floor. 128 Sixth street REED, C. J.. Executive Special Agent Manhattan Life Ins. Co. of New York... 209 REED. WALTER. Optician 133 Sixth etreet ROSENDALE. O. M., Metallurgist and Mining Engineer . 313 ROTH. DR. JOHN B.. Phys. and Surg.313-314 RYAN, J. B.. Attorney-at-Law 513 SAMUEL, L., Manager Equitable Life 306 SCOTT, C. N., with Palmer Bros 417-413 SHERWOOD. J. W.. State Commander K. O. T. M 517 SMITH. DR. ALAN WELCH. Physician and Surgeon .... 207-208 SMITH. DR. L. B.. Osteopath 400-410 SMITH. GEORGE S., Cashier Equitable Life ,j6 STOLTE. DR. CHARLES E.. Dentist.. 704-703 SURGEON OF THE S. P. RY. AND N. P. TERMINAL CO 700 SUPERINTENDENT'S OFFICE 201 TUCKER. DR. GEORGE F.. Dentist.. 610-611 UMPQUA LUMBER CO.. W. J. Pender- gast. Manager ......C01 VB3TER. A.. Special Agent Manhattan Life 200 WARREN CONSTRUCTION CO.. T. W. Nottingham. Manager ......216-217 WENDLING. DR. ROBT. F., Dentist.... 703 WILEY. DR. JAMES O. C.. Phys. & Surg.708-J WILSON. DR. EDWARD N.. Eye. Ear Nose anil Throat 304-305 WILJON. DR. GEO. F.. Phys. & Surg. .706-707 WILSON. DR. HOLT C. Phjs. & Surg.507-508 WOOD. DR. W. L.. Physician. .411-412-413-414 Offices may be had by applying to tho superintendent? of the building, room 201, second floor. y