OREGON CITY COIM
MAGAZINE SECTION.
OREGON CITY. OREGON FRIDAY. JULY 20, 1906.
PAGES 1 TO 4.
BRIDE AT SHIP'S HELM.
MRS. G. W. ROBINSON ASSISTS
HER HUSBAND IN DARING
OCEAN RACE.
Twenty-Eight Foot Yacht Braves
Dangers of Gulf Stream and Treach
erous Waves Off Cape Hatteras
Winner Received $50O Upton Cup.
After a daring ocean race of 050
miles, the sloop Gauntlet, with Mrs,
Thora Lund Robinson at the wheel,
nnlshed second In the contest for
which Sir Thomas Lipton offered ' a
$500 cup. The course of the race ex
tended from Gravesend Bay, New York
Harbor, to Bermuda. Mrs. Robinson
is the two months' bride of George W.
Robinson, the owner of the boat. It
was a daring race for each of the three
small yachts that competed, but more
so ror the Gauntlet, because she was
the smallest of them all, being only 28
ieet long from bow to stern. The yawl
Tamerlane, which won the cup, was 40
reet long and the yawl Lila, 39 feet
All of the craft belong to the Brooklyn
Yacht Club. For eight days these tiny
boats were at the mercy of wind and
wave, so much so that the yawl Lila
was compelled to put into Norfolk har
bor to save itself from destruction,
while the smaller yacht bravely stuck
to its task. They had to cross the gulf
stream 150 miles off Hfatteras, one of
the stormiest spots on the Atlantic.
Experienced yachtsmen were much
surprised that the little Gauntlet was
not wrecked or foundered somewhere
on the way.
HUT TWENTY YEARS OLj,
Mrs. Robinson is only 20 years old
but ever since childhood she has been
used to boating, and swimming.. For
several seasons she has sailed an eighteen-foot
knockabout, making her sum
mer headquarters near Amboy, on the
lower New York bay. Though small,
she is athletic and skilled In handling
a craft and is said to be without fear
on the water. Storm or sunshine is
all the same to her.
"One of the conditions of our mar
riage on April 17th," said Mrs. Robin
son before starting in the race, "was
that I should go in this contest. George
tried to dissuade me n few days after
we were married, but I made him keep
his promise. Although I am rated as
the chief mate and bottle washer, if
you will, of the Gauntlet, I have an
idea that I may superintend things be
fore I get through.
"Yachting is not new to me. I sail
ed a knockabout for years In the lower
bay. I learned to swim because I was
capsized so many times that I had to
learn.
"Mr. Robinson and myself are to
stand watch together, while J. L. Dun
lap and H. Higgins, the remainder of
the Corinthian crew, will alternate in
keeping watch. Steer? Why you don't
suppose I'm going to be a passenger?
I can, and am going to, do everything
that a good navigator must do."
STUMPED PROFESSIONAL SALTS.
Professional sailors stood aghast at
the courage of the Corinthian tars in
undertaking such a perilous voyage.
Disaster was predicted from the first.
The yawl Lila lost her mainmast
shortly after the start outside Sandy
Hook, and had to put back for a new
spar, which was immediately prepared
to permit her to restart the following
Tuesday. The Tamerlane's navigator
seeing the Lila's plight, decided that it
would be an unfair advantage to con
tinue in the race, and she, too, put
back. The people of the littl . Gauntlet
did not see the accident to the Lila, it
is supposed, for the sloop kept right on
in her sea-smashing trip to Bermuda.
The three yachts that contemplated
the trip lay at anchor off the Brooklyn
dock all morning, with their owners
and crew busily at work preparing
them for their severe test. On board
the Tittle Gau. tlet, Mrs Tbora Lund
Robinson was as busy as the rest mak
ing things shipshape about the boat
Until the day before the race no one
took seriously her statement that she
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proposed to accompany the yacht, and
it was with consternation that the re
gatta committee learned that she
meant to go. Refusal to permit her to
start, threatened to disqualify the
boat, and all appeals were in vain. At
last the committee yielded and permit
ted her to start.
The Tamerlane finished the course
at Hamilton, Bermuda, at 3 o'clock,
June 3rd, while the Gauntlet did not
arrive until 24 hours later. The result
was in doubt until the finish of this
tiny boat, as the Tamerlane had to al
low it 16 hours and 10 minutes owing
to the difference in their length.
Thomas Jefferson's Bible.
The Jefferson Bible, with its beauti
ful red Morocco binding, made no little
trouble iu the House while it was a
single forgotten volume reposing under
lock and key at the Smithsonian Insti
tution. Now that it has been photo
graphed and reproduced in numerous
copies, the little volume has multiplied
care for the Senate. Hardly a man of
the ninety but has had thousands of
requests for the book, and more are
coming in by every mail.
It seems that some enterprising busi
ness man advertised the Jefferson
Bible prominently hi a well-known
magazine. He announced that it could
be had for nothing if one would write
to one's Senator or Member of Con
gress, concluding Ills advertisement
with the further statement that he had
gone to considerable expense in haviii','
the advertisement printed, and hoped
readers would turn to his business an
nouncement on another page.
So it is that requests are rolling In
upon Senators especially, for the pub
lic seems to have taken the idea that
they are more legitimate prey than
gentlemen nt the other end of the
Capitol. Each Senator's quota is but
thirty copies, and the only good way
out of the dilemma appears to be to
print more, just as Congress has done
witli the horse book and other popu
lar Government publications. Better
send for one before the second reprint
Is all distributed.
Who For Next President?
From America u Spectator.
At considerable expense American
Spectator has obtained opinions and
expressions of the same from all of
the prominent candidates for Presi
dential nomination. These are nil nn
genuine, having come to us over our
own private line, the least longest
wire In the world. The pithy, epl
grammatic summing up will, of course,
be thoroughly appreciated. The fol
lowing terse expressions are in an
swer to our query, "Will you be a
candidate?"
Taft My candidacy Is a weighty
problem, and there is a heavy respon
sibility attached.
Cannon I will If I do.
Bryan The third Is the lucky trial.
I shall not get out of commuulcation
with my friends.
Shaw I have always universally
considered myself a strong candidate.
Hobson Of course, it is an office of
limited responsibilities but
Fairbanks You'll really have to ask
Mrs. F.
Funston Am too busy to think of
it, but they do say I was born in
Ohio.
Foraker I may have to do it just
to get that Roosevelt fellow out.
Roosevelt Didn't I say nil along
that there would be no third ten
for me. After what's happened I sup
pose you'll believe it now.
Hearst I have enough capital to
command labor.
Root . -
Heaven On Earth.
Be such a man, live such a life, that
If every man were such a man as you
and every life a life like yours this
earth would be God's Paradise. Phil
lips Brooks.
Honduras has a debt of about one
hundred million dollars or about $1,300
a head.
There are three hundred million
British subjects la Asia.
RUSS BANQUETS JAP.
BARON ROSEN ENTERTAINS THE
FIRST JAPANESE A MB ASS A'
DOR TO AMERICA.
Cordial Diplomatic Relations Estab
lished following Bloodliest War In
Modern History-Count Aoki the
Guest of Honor.
That social ceremonies follow peace
conferences was demonstrated the
other evening, at Washington, when
the Russian Ambassador and Baroness
Rosen gave a dinner to the Japanese
Ambassador and Viscountess Aoki.
While the historic Portsmouth l'eace
Conference was concluded many
months ago, and, politically, Japan and
Russia then resumed diplomatic rela
tions so abruptly terminated at the
commencement of the Russo-Japanese
war, this function marks the resump
tion of social intercourse between the
representatives of these gruat nations.
Although Viscount Aoki only ar
rived in Washington a few weeks ago,
considerable interest has since been
manifested in the personal relationship
. BARON ROSEN.
that would exist between the repre
sentatives of conqueror and van
quished. The high art of diplomacy, that so
well masks the innermost thoughts of
those who rise to the heights of an
ambassador, doubtless viewed the so
cial intercourse between Baron Rosen
and Viscount Aoki as most natural.
But to the uninitiated the part of the
host taken by one Baroa Rosen
who acted as Russia's peace envoy,
lent peculiar glamour to the occasion.
The treaty of peace between Japan
and Russia marked the close of one of
the bloodiest wars of history. The
dinner given by Baron Rosen in
honor of the representative of the
victorious Japan goes farther, in that
it takes up social intercourse upon a
plane exactly as though war bad never
been waged.
Those who were present at this
most interesting social function were
the Minister from the Netherlands and
Mme. van Swinderen, the Counselor of
the Japanese Embassy and Mme.
Miyoka, Count and Countess Secken
dorff. Baroness Elizabeth Rosen, the
charge d'affalrs of Spain, Seuor Don
Luis Pastor; Baron Schlippeubach, and
Prince Koudacheff, of the Russian
Embassy,
TUB JI NGLE.
Mr. Sinclair's Story of the Awful
Methods of the Beef Packers.
No more powerful or terrible book
has been written in recent years than
"The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair. It
seems incredible that such depth of
human misery as the author relates
could be permitted even by the most
callous money maker or the most
soulless corporation; or, on the other
hand, that such vileness and filth in
the preparation of human food could
be permitted; yet most of Mr. Sin
clair's statements are from personal
knowledge and observation, visiting
the great packing plants, as he did
mostly in disguise. Moreover, his
statements have been abundantly cor
roborated by President Roosevelt's
special commission, whose confidential
report, containing descriptions of deg
radation, filth and food pollution, is
too vile to print in a newspaper.
The hero 01 The Jungle is Jurgis, a
great, broad-shouldered Lithuanian,
who gloried in work, for the mere sake
of It, even if he had had no incentive.
In the far forests of Lithuania, where
he and his father had lived all their
lives, children of nature, Jurgis had
heard of free America, and that as
much as $10. a week was to be earned
by a willing laboring man, in the great
city of Chicago. And after many argu
ments and much discussion, he had
prevailed upon his father, and Ona the
sweet blithsome lass to whom he was
betrothed, and her mother and several
children and relatives, to emigrate to
splendid America, where a man may
not always remain a peasant, but
where he has a chance to imnrove him
self and rise in the world. Ten dollars
a week was an unheard of fortune.
The peasants of Europe make a few
cents a day.
So they all went to Packingtown, and
the first day that Jurgis stood in line,
being altogether the finest specimen
of a man in the yards, he was beckon
ed to by the boss and riven a Job. He
went home jubilant. Two other mem
bers of the family, one a great strap
ping woman, also got jobs at once.
Jurgls laughed at the discontent every
where manifest. "They are not men,"
he exclaimed. What of the "speeding
up" practice of the packers? It Was
but play to him to keep abreast of the
fastest. He was working to wed Ona.
They were all cheated shamelessly
by the sharks which infest the great
packing district ; they could not speak
English and tiiey were at the mercy of
these parasites. But as new obliga
tions arose in the buying of a small,
wonniess nouse, sold them by an
unscrupulous agent, etc., etc., Jurgis
but smiled grimly, confident in his
strength, energy and great love for
Ona. "I will work the harder" he says.
And then came a misfortune. Ona,
a
mere bloom of a girl of 17, had to go
to work temporarily. Then a young
er child. Then Jurgis had a fateful
day, after many months of faithful and
herculean service for the great corpora
tion. In the melee of a wounded
steer running amuck, he slipped on the
bloody floor and sprained his ankle.
Did the packers give him a short fur
lough with pay while he was recover
ing; at least they held his place for
him? Neither. He returned to work,
not very strong looking through pain
COUNT AOKI.
and worry, the boss sized him up at a
glance and there was no work for him
in Packingtown, and Ona, whom he had
married meantime was about to be
come a mother.
Then is recited in The Juxgle, a tale
of gradual and heart-rending downfall
in the wearing out by inches, of a
strong man. Jurgis gets a job in the
terrible fertilizer vaults where his head
nearly splits with the poisonous dust
and the stifling fumes of ammonia.
His father dies from the effects of the
awful "speeding up" and the slimy
wet in which he has to work, ankle
deep. Ona, the beautiful, the once
blithe young bride succuni, s to the
hateful "System" and Jurgis. powerful
man that he is, his strong spirit broken
by the brutality and irrisistlble power
of the bosses, becomes a great gaunt,
hollow eyed ghost of his former self.
The story is a tale of the gradual
extermination of a splendid, virile
European family, ground to death by
a "System," by a pitiless monopoly,
which cares no more or not as much
for Its workers than it does for the
carcasses of the animals it converts in
to food. Incidentally the description
of this process is sufficiently revolting
to turn the stomach of the stoutest
beefeater.
Oh! could Jurgis, and Ona, and the
rest of them, with their frugality and
their brawn, and their love of life and
work, and joy of a home, have gone
into some rural district to work out
their salvation, what a different story
would have been The Juxolk. Some
other name for the book would have
been necessary. What if they could
have gotten dozen acres, or five acres
of good land fomewhere and bought it
for what they squandered uselessly for
their house in Packingtown they were
turned out and the house resold the
first month they failed of payment
what a different history woud have
been told by the author!
AVhat if the great packing trust, in
stead of killing men and women, should
provide that its employes could live on
an acre of ground each, or a half acre,
out on the great fertile prairies of
Illinois, quickly reached from the stock
yards by a modern trolley, so that when
they were of necessity, perhaps, "laid
off" for a period of a week, or six
weeks, or on "half time" they would
have a piece of rich land which they
could till and raise enough potatoes and
corn and beans and cabbage to keep
them from starving to death. But the
packing trust Mr. Ogden Armour and
other millionaires and multi-millionaires
would make less money; it
would decrease its dividends perhaps
several per cent., and that Is not to be
thought of. By getting the best out of
a man, all there Is in him in a few
short years, this unnamable Thing can
turn him out and get new blood. It
is evidently most profitable to "speed a
man up" to the wrecking point and
then get new men. This process of
trafficking in human life, coupled with
the abominable and poisonous adultera
tions and use of diseased animals
which Mr. Sinclair describes at first
hand, enables Mr. Armour and the
others to make very satisfactory per
centages of profit to pile up millions
of dividends a year.
It is all a very great story. Ttif
JrsntE if not a beautiful one, and well
worth the reading, slmnly that the
reader may learn something about the
stuff we eat, and at what cost of suf
fering It Is produced.
BACK TO NAPOLI.
STORY OF A FRAGMENT OF REAL
LIFE AS PORTRAYED IN A
NEW STAGE PLAY.
Showingthe Operations of the Imml
gration Law as it Affects Those
who Attempt to Enter the Ameri
can Portals.
An hour at Ellis Island in New York
harbor, is full of smiles and tears.
The newly arrived Immigrant, before
he has chuuged his native garb, with
his outlandish boxes and bundles stilt
about him, is eternally interesting.
His meetings aud partings are full of
a childish exuberance aud abandon.
He is never so picturesque or so
pathetic as when lie has just doubt
fully intrusted himself to the great
machinery of a new land and law.
He hasn't been much on the stnge
this immigrant but a fragment of his
life finds its way there in a one-act
play called "The Land of the Free,"
by W. C. De Mllle, which was seen re
cently at a A'assar Aid Society mati
nee. It is described by the Times as
a simple little story, one that happens
day after day.
In a room of the big immigration
building, with its desk aud its blue
conted ollicial, an Italian workman
walks excitedly up and down. Ills
clothes are cheap and poor, but they
arc plainly not his working garb, and
a bright holiday handkerchief is knot
ted about his throat. His eyes are
keen and expectant. Evidently it is
a great day for him. It needs little
encouragement from the good-natured
otlicer to bring out the whole story.
A big Mediterranean steamer is just
landing its steerage passengers. Luigl,
as he peers through the gates at. the
incoming crowd, is almost beside him
self wilh delight.
"I waita three year," he explains,
breathlessly. "I worka verra hard and
I sava de money to bring to me my
Maria and my two little ones."
He can hardly wait for the gate to
be opened. But the oliicer has more
to find out. His questioning brings out
further details. Luigl earns $! a week
wilh his pick and shovel. The wife
is not strong. She speaks a little Eng
lish. The oliicer looks doubtful, but
says nothing.
Then all at once the boat Is In.
The Italian catches a sight of them
through the gates.
"Na, ua, Siguore, she eomea last.
She getta lame back and two baby.
Ah Dio! Maybe she missa da boat
Ah! Vedete Maria mia Ecco Vedeto
ecco Ah lulu nioglie ecco!"
In another instant, the frail little
wife, In her Neapolitan costume, and
the two children, with their bags and
bundles, are all In their father's arms,
while the officer goes off to make his
report.
With her head on her husband's
shoulder, Maria breathes in Italian:
'All, my husband! I see you again,
thank God!"
To which the Americanized Luigl re
sponds:
"SI, si, enrrissima, but now talka
English. We all good Americans and
we live in Mulberry street. I gotta da
little room for my Maria an' Fa bio an'
Tessa."
Maria marvels at Luigi's great sal
ary 45 lire until Luigi is forced to
explain:
"Yes, yes; in Neapoll It Is 45 lire,
but in New York it is only $!), not so
niuche."
Then in quick, excited phrase he
draws roseate pictures of a future In
which peanut stands and prosperity
walk baud iu hand.
Presently the oliicer returns. He
draws Luigl aside. His face Is kind,
but his words are terrible. It appears
that tile little wife does not come up to
the requirements. She Is not healthy.
She has no money, and Luigi has only
that ?!) a week. It is not enough to
support a family. The wife must g:
back to Naples. It is hard to make
Luigl understand. .Maria, hearing
nothing, plays happily with the chil-
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dren. The poor husband is stunned.
"Napoli! She go back to Napoli!
No, no. All, Dio Mio! You don' under
stand," lie goes on, wistfully. "I
work three year au' sava da money to
bring her to me. Your boss he can
uota send her back we live all right
on nine dollar Aveek. 1 take her away.
You leta me go eh?"
. "It's hard on you," says the ntlk.-tr
"but It's the law."
Luigl scorns the notion.
"Law? You taka my wife away;
you senda my littlea boy and girl back
to Napoli, an' you say it is da law.
Na, na. America is a free country.
I pay for her to cornea to me. 1 don't
steal, so whata de law got to say?"
But threats, tears, reasonings are
all in valu. Luigi at last stealthily
offers the blue-coated ollicial $7, hi 1
all, wrapped up In a handkerchief, a ;
a bribe. The officer frowns aud say.,
firmly:
"I cannot. I didn't make the law.
I can't help you. We have to do thi
every day."
"Every clay?" Luigi's eyes grov.
wide with pain. "You doa this ever.,
day? Ah, Dio! Every day you break. 1
da heart!"
Then he goes to Maria, takes her in
his arms, and explains brokenly what
It all means.
"They will not leta you stay .Maria
mia we have waited long we niusta
stilla wait."
In the face of her tearful dismay he
even tries to lie cheerful.
"Say, looka here," he cries; "you goa
back to Napoli now, an' biniebyo I
getta da more money. I make, may
be twelve fifteen dollar weciC. Then
I senda for you an' Fabio an' Tessa,
an' thej letta you stay."
But Maria is overcome.
"Back to Napoli? Alone?" she sobs.
A sudden thought comes to Luigl.
"No, 110; not alone. I goa too. If
they senda you, I goa too."
He rushes over to the officer with
his poor seven silver dollars, only to be
met with the cruel truth, "Not half
enough for your ticket."
Meanwhile the boat is returning.
The otlicer lays his hand kindly on
Maria's shoulder. The' children look
womleringly on. Painfully the little
trio pick up their bundles and turn
back to the great gates. Luigl em
braces them between his sobs.
"Don'ta cry, carrissiina; don'ta cry
I soon make twelve, fifteen dollar
week and Imyn da peanut stand, an'
I keep da little home. Then you come
again to stay. Don'ta cry you goa to
the Mader In Nnpoli. Ah, Dio! We
have walta three year an' I must senda
you buck. Maybe next year I send for
you again.
As they pass out of his sight his
voice fails him and he falls sobbing
against the gate.
The author Is said to have got his
idea for the piece from a newspaper
paragraph read at the breakfast table
describing In three lines a case of tho
sort.
Robert Paton Gibbs, who played
Luigi, studied his type with the help
of a Neapolitan w1k has been long
enough away from home to know the
salient characteristics of ills own
people. The extra wome who fit so
well Into the picture are caretakers of
the Hudson theater.
"We used to rehearse the piece every
now and then down iu the coal cellar,''
explained Mr. Gibbs, "and these two
women used to come and weep over
It."
Live Healthily.
Horace Smith.
The English Poet. Born 1779. Died
1849.
Ye who would have your features florid,
Uthfi limbs, bright eyes, unwrhiklcd fore
head, From age'H (luvnxtutlnn horrid.
Adopt IhiH plan
'Twill make, in climate cold or torrid,
A hale old man tor woman).
Avoid In youth, luxurious! diet;
IteHtrain the paHHlonn' IuwIi-hb riot;
Devoted to domestic quiet,
He wisely guy;
So shall ye, spite of age's Hat,
Resist decay.
Reek not In Mammon's worship pleasure.
Hut Uriel your richest, dearest treasure
In (iod, Ills word, His work, not leisure.
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