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THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, . 0 IJXE 14, 1903.
E-R-ROKS TO BE AVOIDED By AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPH E"RS
rlTH all efforts to be careful, the
most zealous student will some
times make the mistake, -while un
capping-, of holding the cap within the
range of the lens. The result Is a dark
shadow which completely veils the whole
or a portion of his picture, as In Illustra
tion No. 7. It is well, when uncapping, to
draw the cap quickly down below the
lens thus avoiding the chance of such an
accident: but it is better still to have a
shutter placed over the lens, which can
be done at a reasonable cost, and thus
leave the mind free from the necessity of
The eame dark shadow Is also produced
by inadvertently allowing the focusing
cloth to dip or fall over the lens after the
cap has been removed. Many otherwise
fine pictures have been ruined by thought
lessness like this.
While upon the subject of uncapping the
lt-ns I would mention another thoughtless
error that I have sometimes seen made. I
have been with amateurs who have fo
cussed the picture, replaced the cap upon
the lens, draw the slide from the plate
holder, timed the exposure, returned the
slide to the plate-holder, and In their anx
iety to obtain a very beautiful result have
entirely forgotten to uncap the lens. In
most of these Instances I have noted the
error, remained quiet, and Informed the
operator only when the plate was being
developed. This was done on my part
more thoroughly to impress the error on
the mind of the operator.
VIII Doubling, or Talcing: Two PIc
tnrcs on One Plate.
The amateur wno lias not experienced
tills ludicrous effect of his carelessness
will perhaps not appreciate the present
tRilnk of having spent evcral hours
tramping over hill and dale, and focusing
carefully some charming prospects, only
to discover when the plates are developed
that two lovely but distinctly unlike pic
tures appear, to the utter destruction of
each other, upon one negative. Your time
and labor, as well as your plates, In such
cases, have been wasted. Yet this is not
an uncommon occurrence even among
professionals. To avoid it, number your
plate-holders consecutively, from one up
ward, and place them In their respective
order when loading your box. When you
expose these plates always begin at the
lowest number, and Immediately after the
exposure is made Jot It down in a handy
Another excellent plan Is to have
marked upon the rim of the slide (not
upon the body of the slide, as a white
painted letter would retain enough light
to cause an imprint upon the negative)
the word "exposed." By this means the
holders, which, when loaded, have the
black edge In view, after they have been
exposed will make the fact apparent by
the painted word.
Should you use a roll film, do not fail to
turn the spool immediately after taking a
picture. Make this your absolute custom
on all occasions, and you will escape the
disappointing experiences illustrated by
plate No. S.
IA" Halo or Ghost.
This appearance is not of frequent oc
currence,, and is peculiar to the work of
WHO "ELIZABETH" IS
rHO Is "Elizabeth"?
This question lias come many
times to members of The Orego-
nlan staff the past three months from
readers "to whom Elizabeth's letters ap
peal. They ask: Where does she live?
Are her letters "made up" or are they
genuine? Is she a new-comer or an old
timer? An amateur or a professional
writer? Does she write her own experi
ences or record another's? Are tho inci
dents she sets down inventions or actual
happenings? Is she a Portland woman or
Is her home In the country ?.s she young
or mature? -
To answer these questions summarily,
be it said that "Elizabeth" Is exactly who
she says she is the wife of- a farmer in
the Coast Range of mountains about 100
miles from Portland, and at least a day's
Journey from the nearest postofllce. Her
letters Indicate that she has lived In Ore
gon about a year and a half. No. one '
about The Oregonian office is acquainted
with her personally, and, if she ever wrote ,
for publication before, she has not men- j
tloned the fact It would seem that
"Elizabeth" is past 23, though she may
be younger or older. She Is very diffident,
and she has declared most positively that,
except for the protection of a nom de
plume, she would have been obliged to
abandon her correspondence with "NelL"
No fibubt many readers of The Sunday
Oregonian who -now look forward with
pleasure to her letters missed her first
contribution. It is republished today
merely to show "Elizabeth's" wild en
vironment. Apologizing in a private note
to the office last Winter for a long gap be
tween letters, "Elizabeth" told of her iso
lation and tho almost impassable roads,
and mentioned Incidentally that for four
months she had not spoken to a soul ex
cept "Tom" and the men on tho ranch.
It was this lack of association with their
own kind that impelled them to give .-human
names to animals and fowls.
Several weeks ago when there was prom
ise of fine weather and good roads, the
Sunday editor wrote to "Elizabeth" ask
ing her to givo the route to her home, so
that a reporter might reach it to inter
view her and get a picture of her house
and her portrait to use as a vignette with
it.Tb.ls iher answer:
Your letter of the ll'tlC" received on tho
ISth, has murdered ray sleep for the past
two nights not the complimentary part, but
that talk of the "sending of a bright re
porter for a Btory of "Elizabeth and picture
of her home and of herself.' Ye godst I can
hardly think "on It and lire." If this bo
"the penalty of success," then give me fail
ure, age. even death. Truly. Mr. , noth
ing In all this world could be raoro distaste
ful to me. and you would believe mo If you
knew my natural timidity and horror of pub
licity. But for the shelter of a nom de plume,
I could never have written a line. I have
"no story for the public and no picture."
"When about 12 years of age. I had a picture
taken which very successfully squelched iifir
ther aspirations along that line. That was
my first and last.
Elizabeth as a "vignette." Heavens! How
could I sleep under the shadow of such a
possibility? I had to look up "vignette" in
the dictionary "a picture which vanishes
gradually at the edge." I liked the vanishing
feature; only when you make mine, please
start the vanishing effect from the center.
No. Elizabeth is like the Southern Con
federacy. All sho asks is to be let alone la
her little old box house up In the wilderness.
She was born to blush unseen and she prayer
fully entreats you that "you will not press
down this crown of thorns upon the brow of
labor," and I am going to ask as a special
tavnr that 5ou write at once and tell n
Truly, the very thought of It makes me so
uncomfortable and so foolishly nervous that
I shall not be ablo to begin another letter
to "iteil" until you save lifted the pall.
Iast September Elizabeth submitted her
first letter, with tho following modest
note addressed to the editor:
Will you, by kindly reading the accom
panying SISS., ascertain if It bo worthy a
p'xlco la your columns? It U possessed of
CHARLES M. TAYLOR TELLS HOW
NOVICES MAY KEEP AWAY FROM DISAPPOINTMENTS BY
EXERCISING A LITTLE CARE
AO. VII TOO DEEP
amateurs and beginner?. It Is caused by
light, either reflected or direct, falling
upon the lens of the camera. Sometimes, j
after all your precautions, this ghost, as
it Is called, will steal in and rob you of a
Inspect carefully all conditions before
uncapping, and make sure that no light.
at least one merit that of being a real ex
perience. I have found this life so novel and
eventful that, thinking others might bo In
terested, have thought of a series of letters
descriptive of the trials and triumphs of
Inexperienced ranchmen. We are all en
thusiastic admirers of the State of Oregon.
What I shall say will. In the main, be not
only favorable, but entirely complimentary.
If you can make use of what I have written,
please do. so at your own valuation, and If
an occasional letter would be acceptable, I
should be glad to furnish It. If you cannot
use this, will you kindly return as soon as
possible? Yours very sincerely.
Poetofllce. Oregon, Sept, 24, 1902.
And now the readers of the Sunday Ore
gonian know as much about "Elizabeth"
as those who publish and pay for her
contributions, except her name which
ELIZABETH'S KIRST LETTER.
MY Dear Nell You write that you
were amazed to hear that we had sold
our comfortable city homes, bundled our
household possessions into a freight car,
and had whirled off to Oregon with the
foolish and pastoral notion of locating on
ranches, and that you had Indignantly
said: "The whole quartet must be as mad
as March hares to do such a reckless thing
at their time of "life." Tho allusion to
lunacy may be forgiven; to age, never.
We may not be so young as we used to
be, but are not yet quite In our dotage.
Don't you taiow. my friend, that monot
ony is stagnation and death, to the middle-aged?
Tney need change of scene
and the novelty and excitement that
comes with It. The tonic of fresh fields
and pastures new is both stimulating "and
rejuvenating, and the Oregon air Is an
intoxicant like wine, so pure, so fresh and
exhilarating. We drank it in with praise
and thanksgiving. Tom says his lungs
have expanded to such a degree that he
feels quite pigeon-breasted.
You ask if we have found our ranch?
Yes. Do you like it? We are delighted
with If, How did you find It? Rather
strangely; last Summer, in a purely ac
cidental way, there drifted to us a littlo
pamphlet from a real estate agent, la
which we learned more than we had ever
known of the beauties and attractions of
Oregon. We read of her many glorious,
snow-capped mountains, of great, dim for
ests, of sparkling, trout-laden streams.
of wooded hills and fertile, blossoming
valleys, swiftly flowing rivers, and tho
many fern-shaded, vine-clad springs of
cool, delicious water, gushing from rock
and hillside, etc From that hour the
virus was in our blood. Wc said: Let
us no longer stand shivering upon the
brink; let us close our eyes to 'all doubts
and forebodings, "trust to luck and stare
fate in the face." And so the leap into
the unknown was taken, landing us In a
small town here, in the height of tho
rainy season. Then "under skies that
were ashefc and sober," began the search
for our new homes. It was like search
ing for the golden fleece.
Hunting: for n Home.
In response to an inquiry concerning
real estate agents, strange coincidence
the first name suggested was one famil
iar to us as the author of the little book
whoso beguiling eloquence had led us
across mountains, plains and desert to
the promised land. We at once took pos
session of the only vacant home In the
town, a small, leaky-roofed cottage. In
an advanced state of decay, unpacked a
few goods, merely enough with which to
do light homekeeping. while our lords
were searching for the new Arcadia. Day
after day they went forth clad in brand
new, glistening rubber suits, almost as
hideous as a diver's outfit, we tossing old
shoos after them for luck. Night inva
riably brought them home, tired, hungry
and disappointed, always something
wrong. The ranches either too large or
too small; not enough tillable land or too
much, and a scarcity of timber; either
no water on the place or a deluge of it.
So It went on day after day, week In and
week out, until we began to compare
them to Martin Chuszlewlt and Mark
Tapley in search of their Eden.
But at last, one glad day, capricious
direct or reflected, falls upon the lens.
Sometimes the sun shining upon a window
pane will cast a reflection upon the lens
and evolve the ghost.
X The Shadow of the Operator.
The appearance of this upon the negative
would be impossible If tho picture wero
made at noon or thereabouts, when the
Indcntity of the "Woman "Who "Writes Charm
ing Letters to Nell Revealed.
Fate, relenting, led them straight up the
green and shining hills of Paradise into
the country of the "Pointed Firs," where
In a little emerald basin tney found the
enchanted land. A place large enough
to be divided, making two ranches, each
provided with both tillable and wood land,
a consummation devoutly wished, yet ono
for which we had scarcely dared hope.
You may be sure there was great re
joicing and a hurrying to and fro, a hasty
repacking of goods and much, searching
for means for their transportation. It
was difficult to find men willing to brave
the horrors of the mountain rocks with
leaded wagons during the rainy season.
After a delay of two days, three parties
with teams reluctantly consented to come
to our rescue, which they did, bringing
no tarpaulin or any kind of protection
for our goods. Wo had ono outfit of our
own, and when the four wagons pulled
out Mao, and I could not but look a bit
regretfully after our household treasures,
fully exposed to both rain and mud, dur
ing a drive of 20 miles. Owing to the
almost impassable condition of the roads
only light loads could be taken, conse
quently eight long days were spent with
this herculean task.
Getting to the Home.
They drove up one day and back tho
next, passing tho intervening night in the
old deserted home. Finally, on the 13th
of January, In' the year of our Lord, 1302,
came the glad morning of our release from
the leaky, dismal and now empty cottage.
The last load was vanishing down the
street. At the door stood our newly ac
quired surrey a second-hand one, I hast
en to say, Nell, lest you begin to think
up a lecture on extravagance a queer
looking, old thing, not unlike a palanquin
on wheels. It was loaded to the guards.
As wo stowed ourselves away within its
gloomy Interior, the school children, at
the risk of tardy marks, halted to wit
ness tho Imposing start, nudging one an
other and giggling furtively. By the way,
if the Atchlnson Globe man Is still in
quiring what has become of the children
whose noses require attention, wo are pre
pared to give him definite Information.
We started out with Tom holding the lines
and a yard of breakfast bacon, while his
knees clasped a five-gallon can of kero
sene. Bert was clinging desperately to a
cuckee clock, a sugar-cured ham, and a
huge sheaf of rose-cutting. He sat so em
bowered In green leaves that ho much re
sembled a May Queen. Mary breathed
heavily under the pressure of eight pounds
of best creamery butter and a kerosene
lamp, with a very large shade; a most ag
gressive thing with Javelln-Hke points.
Forming a sort of barricade in front of
me wero piled 12 loaves of baker s bread.
four boxes of shredded wheat biscuits and
two roast chickens. The driver, glancing
back over the fortifications, remarked
"If tho enemy should attack us from the
front, your position, Elizabeth, is well
nigh Invulnerable." Add to these things
three umbrellas, two satchels, a lunch
basket and a horse collar, then do you
wonder tho children giggled? Why that
horse collafwas with us remains a dark
mystery to this day.
On a, Ronffb Road.
A denso fog prevailed as we left the vil
lage, for which we were than rather grate
ful, as It prored an effective screen for
our disreputable exit. We were hoping It
might rise later, as there were fine views
en route of Mount Hood, Mount Jefferson
and the Three Sisters; but instead of dis
sipating It gradually thickened, until we
were enveloped in a heavy, gray vapor,
giving us a strange sense of isolation.
All landmarks vanished, the world slipped
away; we seemed afloat on a "wide, wide
sea." We could see absolutely nothing,
but out patient, striving horses, and oc
casionally the dim outlines of an old rail
fence Upon one. like a lone sentry, sat
a great brown, owl, as motionless and
rigid as if cast in bronze. Once from a
near-by" Held came the clear voice of a
meadow lark, strangely sweet those di
vine notes floating up from that misty
obscurity. We had started out In the
morning quite hilariously, but as tho dif
ficulties and dangers of the road In
creased, talk grew desultory, and at last
we rode In grim silence. The mud seemed
bottomless, and the never-ending hills
some almost perpendicular. With locked
wheels we simply slid down those, only
to crawl up others, lurching Into yawning
SO. X SHADOW OP OPERATOR.
sun Is overhead; but it must be guarded
against when the rays of light are slant
ing and objects cast long streaks of
shadow. I have seen may valuable studies
spoiled by neglecting these principles. The
operator generally becomes so engrossed
In his work that he forgets to consider
the position of his double. Should his
chuckholes with such violence the kero
sene splashed and the green bower
swayed from side to side as if a cyclone
had struck It. It was at such times that
Mary's lamp shade got In its murderous
work. Glaring her way through the fog, I
saw that remonstrances were futile. Her
feet were planted on the horse collar, her
lips closed with Napoleonic firmness, her
hat jammed over one eye, the other blaz
ing with a high resolve to carry intact to
its goal that lamp-shade, though every
living friend and relative fell by the way
side. As we advanced, tho woods grew
denser, the road curving around narrow
mountain ledges, above deep, dark can
yons, where, crowding close, tier upon tier.
In watchful guardianship, stood the som
ber sentinel firs. A slip of a foot or two
and we would have been hurled into the
bottomless pit. A native Oregonian may
serpentine his way nonchalantly on the
edge of these craters, but to a tenderfoot
they bring pimples of gooseflesh, as night
brings out the stars. For miles our ad
vance seemed only characterized by a suc
cession of shudders. Twice did we ford
mountain streams swollen by recent rains
until they had become tumbling, boiling
cataracts, with currents dangerously
swift. These streams had rocky beds,
and our oldJirk quivered and creaked on
Its stormy passage. As the foaming
waves leaped for us, I shut tight my eyes,
doubled up my toes and thought well, at
last, the end has come. When the rush of
water ceased, I felt that we were scram
bling up the opposite bank, and, opening
my eyes, saw tho dripping horses once
more upon terra firm a. Like the ranks of
Tuscany, I could "scarce forbear to
I am sorry, Nell, to take leave of you
in the fog and gloom of the forest, with
night coming on; but the night of this" day
Is coming also, and with it Tom, striding
down our woodsy hill like a hardy Norse
man, upon, his shoulder his shining ax
gleaming as did "Excallbur" of old That
he Is ravenously hungry goes without say
ing. Ever since we came to theso shores
his appetite has been as a worm that
never dleth. In my. next letter I shall
conduct you to the shelter of our rancho.
but now epistolary pleasures must give
way for culinary duties. Yours ever,
from "Where rolls the Oregon'
(UPPER) X O. VIII
shadow not come within the limits of the
picture to be taken it would not interfere
with the success of his photograph, but
when it encroaches upon the view he Is
about to represent, as in plate No. 10, the
picture Is spoiled.
To prevent the presence of this Intruder,
make your exposures about the time of
ADE'S FABLE IN SLANG
NCE there was a Rhinestone sport
who had an ambition to be called
a Good Fellow.
He had a cousin Jim who was known
in Rapid Circles as a Prince, so he de
cided to trail along after Jim and get in
among the Rowdy-Dows.
Jim was full of Wise Talk about the
Ponies. Ever and anon he would care
lessly fish out of the Side-Pocket a. large
Wad of the Green Kind with a Fifty for
a Wrapper and tell about sitting In with
a couple of Horsemen and a Wine Agent
the Night before. He loved to speak of
Hotels where a Swell Room with Bath
came to only $9 per Day, and explain
that he was getting a Rate.
Jim felt that he was wasting his Con
versation any time he mentioned 'any
Picayune Sum under a Thousand. He had
nothing but Sporting Corpuscles of the
Crimson Variety moving about in his Ar
teries. He was ready to lay a Small Bet
on any. Proposition, give or take, and
when he put up his End ho never batted
an Eye-Lash. He had the Confidence of
many of our most celebrated Bar keeps,
and could give the Hurry-Up to any well
No wonder that pale-faced Herbert, the
would-be High Roller, looked with Awe
upon Cousin Jim and Inwardly longed to
butt Into his Class.
For he perceived that he never could
stand Ace with the sure-enough Fellows
until he had demonstrated that he was a
Jim slipped hini a Tow-LIne and took
him out Into the Night Alrto pick up a
Herbert learned that the first Rule for
being a Good Fellow was to move rap
idly up to the Poison Counter every time
"an Order went in. Herbert weighed about
100 Pounds, and the Doctors had told him
to try a Milk Diet, but he did not dare
to renlg, otherwise some one might have
GKXTXEMAX PJCAYEXS "Wlfo HAD GROWN TOO STOXTT
TWO PICTURES OX OXE PLATE. (LOWER) XO. IX HALO OR GHOST.
the sun's meridian, or place your camera
at the side of the subject, or Increase the
distance between the camera and the ob
ject to be photographed.
It Is to be remembered that, should you
make your exposures about the time of
the sun's meridian, your results will be
more fiat and lifeless than if made at an
suspected that he was a cheap "Varnish ;
and a low-down Quitter. He was a
Feather-Weight and an Invalid, but he
wanted to be Girce.
So he stood hi Line with the copper
lined Rounders vzho had Bull Necks and
weighed about 220 on the Hoof and made
an awful Bluff at going along with them.
He knew that tc take Vichy would be
a Misdemeanor, end to duck altogether
would be a crime, tnd might block him
out of the Good Fellow Division for all
time to come.
Consequently he would Stick, with his
Breast-Bon against the Railing, and con
tinue to hoist until", he was Pie-Eyed.
Then come one would take him out and
boost him into a four-oared Hack and
send him home.
Next Morning he wouldj awake with the
Head spread out oter two Pillows, and
his only Joy In Life would be the proud
Remembrance that he had demonstrated
his desire to be a Good Fellow.
He learned, also, that In order to be
the genuine It he must go to the Track
and get on friendly Terms with Whisper
ing Ike, the Boy who holds the Watch on
the Morning Gallops and gets a Commis
sion from all the Poorhouses.
In a Short Time he had a lot of Goed
Stories about being nosed out and was
sleeping with the Dope-Sheet under his
Pillow. Although he went $1200 to the
Bad on the Meeting, he made the Per
sonal Acquaintance of at least a dozen
Celebrities who wore Red Vests, carried
Field-Glasses and bet nothing but Mark
erstherefore he had the glad knowl
edge that he was slowly but surely ab
sorbing some of the Attributes which dis
tinguish the Good Fellow from other
Members of the Brute Creation.
After all, the only cinch Method for be
coming a steam-heated Gazabe is to ex
hibit a tall Nerve in a cut-throat Ses
sion of the Game that made Congress
famous. Cousin Jim knew a lot of Gen
tlemen Players who were devoting their
Attention to Poker because they were
getting too Fat to climb Porches. As a
Special Favor he fixed It so Herbert could
get a Place at the Table.
It war a Proud Moment.for the Amateur
when he sat In that Distinguished Com-
TO CLIJtB I? OK CUES.
other time of tho day, either before or
after the noon hour.
It Is desirable to have your subject r II
lighted and well modeled In shade; th'3
gives character and effect to the picture.
It is very monotonous to the eye t" view
a landscape flat in color and void of con
trast as regards effects in light and shade.
Of the Honest Effort to go the Distance,
and Then the Melancholy Fluke.
pany and began to pick up Hands and
then put them down again. The Shetp
that walked Into Armour's Packlng-Houce
had the same kind of chance that Her
bert had when he but his Elbows on the
Green Cloth and tried to keep from trem
bling. He haa been against the oae-call-two
Boarding-House Game where they hanl
back everything over $2, but he was not
accustomed to dallying with Friends who
took out Pencils and began to figure how
much they could get on his Clothes.
They were the kind that started in to
play just about where he left off. The
only Reason they didn't kill him with
the Ante was because ho looked so Good
to them that they wanted to keep him in.
It was one of the Games that begin to
get ripe about the time the Church Bells
The Trimmers' Union had no way of
knowing that they would ever get to him
again, so they decided to make one Job
After Herbert had signed up all the
Checks and put a Cold Towel on his Head,
he began to Roar somewhat and talk
about chopping on the all-night Seances.
"You must not Beef," said Cousin Jim.
"A True Sport never lets on, even when
they unbuttoa his Shoes."
"Do you know, I sometimes suspect that
I am not qualified to be a "Hot Dog,"
said Herbert, "I find that I begin to
pass away about 2 A, M. Perhaps it Is
owing to some Oversight In my Early
Training, but I notice that after I have
taken a thousand Drinks, I cannot put the
Red Ball Into the Corner Pockets. I
have a Timid Nature, and somehow I can
not learn to whoop the Edge on a. Pair
of Nines. I'm afraid that I drank too
much Rainwater in my Youth. And be
sides, I &ot into the Habit of going to Bed.
It's a great Blow to my Pride, but I don't
think I am galted to keep-up with tho
Bell-Cows. Me back to the Cheap Push
at the Boarding-House."
Moral: Many are Called but few deliver
PRAISES MRS. DYE'S BOOK
Governor Pardee, of California, Read
It With Great Interest.
Since the publication of Mrs. Eva Em
ery Dye's latest book, "The Conquest,"
Bhe has been in constant receipt of let
ters from autograph huntera and other
admiring readers of her romantic West
ern historical works. Through her pub
lishers also she has received hundreds of
letters complimenting her books In the
Many people of National distinction are
among Mrs. Dye's correspondents, and
among the letters received by her publish
ers are 35 written by Governors.
Governor Pardee's letter is of especial
interest, and is as follows:
Messrs. A. C. ifcClurg & Co., Chicago Gen
tlemen: I have Just finished reading, with
trait Interest, Eva Emery Dye's "The Con
quest." As i CaUfornlan Interested In all
that pertains to the history of the Paclac
Coast, the book has captured me completely
Filled as It la with th "small talk and gossip
cf history," so to speak, its perusal has gives
mo the keenest pleasure, and I thank you for
It. Very truly your?,
GEORGE C, PARDEE.
Great Aid to Philosophy.
Philadelphia North American.
John D. Long, ex-Secretary of the Navy,
publicly rejoices that he is not a rich
man. He says he would not exchange his
freedom, home life and content of heart
for the wealth of a Morgan or a Carnegie.
Eut If Mr. Long were really poor he
might not flhd it so easy to despise riches.
Riches are relative. Mr. Long has free
dom from debt, from daily toil, from anx
iety for the future, from worry about what
may happen to his family when he shall
be taken from them. He has a home and;
home life at Its best, and he has content
of heart and mind. There are millions of
men who have none cf these things, and
Mr. Long is as rich In comparison with
them as Morgan and Carnegie are rich
in comparison with tilm. It Is easy to bc
phlloPhical on a f aw thousands a year.