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6 THE SUNDAY OREGOMAN, PORTLAND, SEPTKJ1BER 9, 1906. Entered at the Postofftce at Portland. Or., as Second-Class Matter. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. CT INVARIABUY IN ADVANCE. (Br Mall or Express.) DAILY. SUNDAY INCLUDED. IelT months J SS Six months i Thres montha One month ' Delivered by carrier, per year ii Delivered by carrier, per month -J" Less tlma. per week 9-i Sunday, one year 7'iX Weekly, one year (Issued Thursday)... J-JO Sunday and Weekly, one year.,.. HOW TO REMIT Send postofflce money erder, express order or personal J your local bank. Stamps, coin or currency ra at the sender's risk. EASTERN BUSINESS OFFICK. The . C. Beckwith Special Agency w York, rooms 43-60. Tribune building. i-n-cago. rooms 810-512 Tribune building. KEPT ON BALE. Chicago Auditorium Annex. Postofllca Kiwi Co.. 17S Dearborn street. , . St. Paul, Mian. N. bt. Marie. Commercial Station. Denver Hamilton Kendrlck, 80;'12 Seventeenth street; Pratt Book Store. Fifteenth street; 1. Weinsteln. Goldfleld. tier. Prank Sandstrom. Kansas City. Mo. tllcksecker Cigar Co.. Ninth and Walnut. MinneapoUs 11. J. Kavanaugh. BO South Third. Cleveland, O. James Pushaw. 807 8uperlor street. . , New York City L. Jones Co., Astor Bouse. Oakland. Cal. W. H. Johnston. Four teenth and Franklin streets: N. Wheatley. Ogden D. L. Boyle. Omaha Barkalow Bros.. 1011 Farnam; Mageath Stationery Co., 1308 Farnam; 2 South Fourteenth. Sacramento, Cal. Sacramento News Co.. 3ft K street . Salt Lake Salt Laka News Co.. 77 West 6econd street South. Miss L. Levin, i Church etreet. Los Angeles B. K. Amos, manager seven street wagons; Berl News Co.. S2oi South Broadway. San Diego B. E. Amos. Pasadena, Cal. Berl News Co. San Francisco Foster at Orear. Ferry News Stand; Hotel St. Francis News Stand. Washington, I. C. Ebbltt House. Fenn eylvanla avenue. PORTLAND, SUNDAY, 6EPT. . 1806. EAST THIRD STREET. That East Third-street franchise again. As now in the hands of the Mayor for his approval, It provides (Sec. 11) that cars from the Southern Pacific East Side lines be switched to warehouses on East Third free of charge; same to East Side lines of the Southern Pacific. But from and to the N. P. terminal, similar privilege will require payment of J5 a car. That is. Section 12 extends to other lines when required toy the City of Portland, pay ment of switching privileges at J5 a car. But such cars are to be hauled only to or from warehouses along the East Third-street line, now In ques tion. No provision Is made for switch ing cars from other lines over the East Third line, to or from the terminal grounds to connect with any other new lines. It Is treated in the ordinance sim ply as a line to furnish facilities to or from industries located along It be tween the Inman & Poulsen mill and the Portland Flouring mills. All pos sibility of utilizing it as an entrance to the city for any other railroad sys tem. Jointly with the Harrlman system, Is definitely excluded for 25 years. It wae partly, or largely, on these grounds, that The Oregonlan made op position to the grant,, some weeks ago. A valuable franchiaevof the city Is to be used to make a warehouse district, for certain owners of property and for a single railroad. To them the clty'B franchise Is of Immense value.. It will give a monopoly of transit on the East Side, from one end of the city to the other. The Oregonlan Is still unable to see why the city should give away one of its most valuable franchises, in order to bottle itself up. THE IDEAL TRUSTEE. It is safe to say that not one citizen in ten knows what the qualifications and duties of a trustee or adminis trator are, under the recent rulings of the 'courts. Many erroneous Ideas upon this matter linger In the popular mind, which not only lead, to financial disap pointments but, what Is much more de plorable, excite ecandaloue comment upon the conduct and character of holy men. For example, many persons still believe that It Is the duty of a trustee or administrator to foster and increase the estate which he has in charge for the benefit of the widow or the embar rassed debtor who owns it. This was the law; but such conduct on the part of a trustee would now be considered antiquated, If not a little ridiculous. The first duty of a trustee or an ad ministrator is to get what he can out of the estate for himself. Recent court decisions sustain this view. Let us take the case of a man who has built a theater, and, finding him self unable to pay off a mortgage upon It, turns the property over to u trustee to manage for him. This Is equivalent to making a gift of the the ater to the trustee, on the principle that a man who should wade Into wa ter where there were sharks swimming about, ' would be presumed to have wished to commit suiolde. The trus tee Is encouraged by the law 4p seize upon the property and swallow It. Of course, It is understood that he will donate a generous fraction to the cause of foreign missions, and provide liberally for the Young Men's Chris tian Association out of the plunder; but these are minor matters. The main point is that the law no longer looks upon a trustee as bound to act for those who trust him, but solely for himself. ' . Suppose a man dies, leaving an es tate In charge of a trustee who has posed as his friend for many years, with- instructions to pay the debts and administer the property for his widow and children, and suppose the trustee secures also the powers of adminis trator. It Is the duty of the trustee administrator under the law to do the exact opposite of what his dead friend had requested. He must not pay any of the debts. On the contrary, It Is his duty to make them larger and larger, so that he may collect more In terest for his own perquisite. If there is a nice ; little bit of city ' property belonging to the estate, the law re quires him to organize himself into a corporation, buy the land from the trust estate at half Its value and sell It to himself as a saint for what it cost him as a corporation. This is a beautiful device, . much esteemed, for it enables good men to rob the poor and keep right on praying all the time they are doing it. The ability to pray volubly and fer vently is essential to the success of an ideal modern trustee. If he could not pray, the chances are he would not have much chance to rob. The two arts work together like the web and fangs of a spider. The one lures the prey; the other disposes of it after It has been lured. Prayer is one of the most valued resources of the higher finance in all departments, but it is especially useful to trustees. The modem definition of a trustee Js, "One who absorbs, or merges." -According to recent decisions, his principal duty is to merge the trust estate Into his own. To that end, his private wealth should always be ample, so that the absorbed substance of the widow and orphan . may. not make, a . disagreeably conspicuous bulge. It must go down smoothly and easily, and lie entirely out of sight in the holy man's paunch. Many trustees fall short of their duty under the law, on account of a weak sympathy for their own victims. The trustee should remember that widows, orphans and unfortunate debtors were made by the Lord to be victims. That Is what they .were created for. If they choose to go about the streets with woeful countenances, bewailing their loeees, they forget their duty to be humbly' submissive to the decrees of Providence. They ought to feel that It is a sacred privilege to contribute to the estate of one who uses wealth as nobly as the ideal trustee does. , Think how blessed it is to build a theater to educate the heathen Hindoos! How thankful the heirs ought tobe to realize that the' pelf which they make such a fuss over helps maintain the T. M. C. A. and other holy insti tutions. If they had any sense of duty at all, they would kiss the hand that robs them, - instead of disturbing the whole city with their importuni ties for a share pf their father's es tate. Just as many roses must be sacri ficed to produce one perfect flower, so many trust estates must be merged to make one fortune which is ade quate to the demands of the church, the missionary societies and educa tion. This great truth was enun ciated by the chief of modern pirates through his beloved son, and It mu6t therefore be accepted as the authentic creed of the ideal trustee. The World's Work says that most of our eminent financiers work on the Rockefeller plan and that few or none of them have any sympathy with the "mob" denuncia tion of that consecrated man. This Is probably true. " Therefore, everybody who puts an estate In trust must ex peot to be "Rockefellered" out of it; he must expect the humble bud to be sacrificed to help make the one per fect rose of a millionaire fortune. Who would not willingly live poor all his life to forward such a noble end? Who would not die. If need were, to augment the wealth of our best people? THE HUMAN STAMPEDE. Fear Is the most unreasoning of all the human emotions, not' excepting grief. It is the basis of all religious excitement, and, when veneered with veneration, It develops a fanaticism that scouts at reason and develops men of the Dowle and the Creffield types and women of the Esther Mitch ell stamp. In Its more active stage, known as fright. It turns men and ani mals alike into the wildest confusion, causing them to seek safety In what Is certain bodily Injury and possible death In flight. The mad rush of a herd of buffalo over the plains In a past era, and later the cattle stampede of the great ranges, were formidable and awe-inspiring examples of fear changed by some trivial sound or sight Into fright and that In turn into the wildest terror. To witness the power of the same emotion In trans forming human beings into unreason ing animals, it is only necessary to cry "fire" in the vicinity of a crowded building. In an instant every dictate of prudence Is forgotten In the mad swirl of fright, and worse fate than that which they dread comes upon hundreds through sudden but tempo rary loss of Teason. The spectacle presented by such an event Is pitiful In the extreme, and pity grows Into horror when, as was the case In the panic; caused by a cry of fire in the vicinity of a crowded school building in the Chicago Ghetto a few days ago, the victims of fright are fathers and mothers, seeking in the: unreason of massing them selves together, to rescue their chil dren from the danger that the cry heralded. Teachers In this instance attempted to stem the tide of fright the alarm of fire being a false one by assuring the mad mob of onrushing parents that there was no danger, only to be swept down and trampled under foot by the throng. Ignorance, the powerful ally of fear and the hand maiden of disorder, gave impetus to the onset, and these teachers, many of them mere girls, were overriden while brawny "fathers and stalwart, shrieking mothers cried out that the school authorities were trying to burn their children to death. There are heroes or heroines in every battle that Is waged against fright. In this case the teachers appeared calm In the face of the danger that menaoed them and their charges not a fire-danger, since there was no fire in the building, but a mobrdanger. Any human being, however, well bal anced, may. It is said, become sud denly panic-stricken, and, In that state,' lose all sense of reason, but this In stance goes to prove that Intelligence may battle successfully with fear In an individual sense, while ignorance makes no stand whatever against Its sudden and unreasoning challenge. NOT A LOCAL FAIR. California seems to have just reached the stage of state fair experience which Oregon passed several years ago, when the fair ceased to be a local in stitution and became an exposition of the resources of the entire state. Ac cording to a prominent California agri cultural paper, the attendance at the fair now in session at Sacramento is almost entirely local and the exhibits are without merit. There are few ex hibits and the public manifests no In terest. The people of Sacramento at tend, not because they have lan Inter est in the fair, but because they want some place to go and it la the best place to spend an afternoon or even ing. Of most of the paintings In the art department It is said that they "look as if they had been painty with a whitewash brush by an intoxicated man in a dark room. Instead of hang ing the pictures the opinion has been expressed that the artists should have been hung instead." The only com mendation comes from the fact that the management has succeeded In get ting the) fair back to the old lines, so that it is not merely a racing and gam bling event. It Is admitted that this has detracted somewhat from the In terest with a certain class of people, but the paper quoted says that If a fair cannot be conducted along proper lines and made a success, then It is time to abandon it and devote the money to some better purpose. Oregon knows how to sympathize with Its sister state, for there was a time when the Oregon State Fair was a dismal failure even as a local fair. Too many grafts and too much Incom petence put -the . fair on a downward course and kept it going in that direc tion. The people lost Interest in the fair and respect for the management. They sent few exhibits and gave poor attendance. Public sentiment would not approve increased appropriations and public patronage was not sufficient to enable the fair to pay expenses. t Re organization of the board was the only remedy, and the remedy was applied. Since then the fair has been, as a rule, upon a business basis and has been conducted upon broad lines and in the interest of the. entire state. ELBERT Hl'BBARD AS A CRITIC. Everybody sees occasionally, and many regularly, a little periodical pub lished by Elbert Hubbard, which he calls "The Philistine." To the casual eye It looks like a ragged piece of brown wrapping paper, with a grocer'B adver tisement printed in the middle, and perhaps it would be well if the ugly little publication, were nothing more than this. But it is much more. It usually contains several pages of self exploitation by Mr. Hubbard with a collection of opinions on men and things, which .outrage both morality and good taste. The style Is bumptious, vulgar and egotistic. It impresses the reader much as would the spectacle of a naked lunatic, exhibiting himself in a park. Still, offensive as the Philistine is, it is seldom dull. Like the fool whom Shakespeare introduces in his plays, Mr. Hubbard commonly makes himself interesting in spite ot his pru rient folly. He always emits an odor of decay, but he is not often stupid. Sometimes, however, Mr. Hubbard is dull as well as vulgar and vicious, and the number of the Philistine which contains the review of "The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair, is a specimen of his literary work in. that lamentable mood. The Jungle is a novel which purports to record the fortunes of a laboring man and his family, in the neighbor hood of the Chicago stockyards. Like all literature, as distinct from work of science, the book makes Its funda mental appeal to the emotions. It aims to convince by exciting the feelings of the reader in behalf of the hero. If Mr. Sinclair does this his book is an artistic triumph, though every circum stance which he describes were purely imaginary and every statement which he introduces to the . detriment of the packers, the Chicago" police and the capitalistic system in general were a libel. -In fact, if all his alleged facte were false and libelous the greater would be the triumph of his art in having produced the illusion of reality and wrenched the hearts of his readers. How foolish, then. Is Mr. Hubbard's remark that no judge nor jury would accept "The Jungle" as evidence In a trial. Would they accept "Hamlet" or "The Iliad"? Would any court accept Ary Scheffer's picture of St. Augustine and St. Monica, sitting with clasped hands In the lonesome desert while their eyes pierce beyond the heavens to God, as proof that there and thus on a certain day they actually did sit? Hell is probably not quite what Dante said it wae. In its minute details, but he has conceived the state of the damned as in essentials- It must be, whether their torment, come from flame or the Inner fires of remorse and hope forever lost. In. the one particular, at least that he describes, a place of 'torment; Upton Sinclair Is like Dante, and the validity of his art can not be impeached by tlie discovery of circumstantial flaws. The only question he need fear is whether the picture as a whole is true or not. But even of the details, so plenteous ly strewn through the paragraphs of "The Jungle," not one has yet been proved erroneous. It has- been said by many others than Mr. : Hubbard that they are libelous; but It Is noteworthy that no action against the author has been begun in court. Why not? Would It not be worth some millions in hard cash to the packers to print in. their vast advertisements the. verdict, of a jury, convicting Mr. Sinclair of JIbel? Would not such a verdict be more con vincing -to the public than any. amount of vituperation from Mr. Hubbard or even from Mr. Armour himself? Nor must It be. forgotten that the report of the expert investigators sent to Chi cago by the President showed "that Mr. Sinclair had understated his facts rather than the contrary. . But we insist again that these facts are of no consequence from the point of view of the literary1 critic. "The Jungle" might be a great work of art even if every statement between Its covers was inaccurate. No one need be lieve, that George Eliot's "Middle march" contains a single historical statement; on the other hand, no one would deny that it gives a perfectly convincing picture of English pro vincial middle class life. It is the literary quality of "The Jungle" -which will make it live or consign it to oblivion. A critic who really wished to Judge the book with instruction to his readers would speak first of its style. Style will keep a book alive which lacks every other source . of vitality. "The Jungle" has many others, but this stands first. Its style has two elements of power, both terrible in the hands of a master. The first is restraint, the other is direct statement. All through "The Jungle" the words are like fiery steeds tugging at the reins, but the driver never for a moment relaxes his hold. He be grudges every epithet; he is parsimoni ous of adjectives; the superlative de gree never appears not even In that tremendous scene where Ona makes her confession and Jurgis leaves her. This scene is the climax of the book. It is pitiful, heartbreaking, woeful, but the language keeps to Its even tenor. The style remains cool, half taciturn. One might almost imagine it was Dante describing a parting In the "In ferno," so reluctantly does the author give up his words, so awful Is their portent. , It may perhaps be conceded that Mr. Hubbard makes a point against "The Jungle" when he remarks upon its lack of humor. "There is not a single laugh In the book," he says. One might re ply that there Is nothing to laugh at; still, some of the greatest masters of Mr. Sinclair's art have not disdained to relieve the deepest tragedy with smiles. Dickens does not forbid his readers to see something amusing, even in Dotheboys Hall. There is at least one Joke In "The Scarlet Letter." On the other hand, Mr. Hubbard would vainly seek ' for his laugh either In "Jane Eyre" or in "Vanity Fair,? two books which perhaps mark the high tide of English fiction. Shakespeare allows his humor to creep in while Lear loses his reason in the hut, but It Is not he kind of humor that would make Mr. Hubbard smile, one imagines. "Paradise Lost" contains one joke, and only one. -The critics are agreed also that the poem would, get along quite as -well without It. In fact. Jokes have never been Included among the eeeea- tlal elements of great literature, though It may be admitted that they Impart a relish. Interest In "The Jungle" has hitherto depended too largely upon the ac curacy of its descriptions of the pack ing houses and the lives which their employes lead, 'its enormous literary power has .been obscured by this ad ventitious controversy. For a long time to come, "The Jungle" will be used as a missionary tract by those who attack modern civilization; ulti mately. It will rank with the great hu man documents which record with pas sionless accuracy the sins of a bygone economic creed. THESE THIXGS HAPPEN. The accident by which Thomas Good win, janitor of the City Hall, met his death will, no doubt, he fully investi gated by the proper authorities. A man 74 years old, of impaired hear ing, he was run down by a street car and received injuries from which death resulted in a few hours. The facts in a case of this kind are always difficult to obtain. In the first place, the operatives- of the car, naturally enough, assert that they were running at a low speed rate, and, again, no two witnesses agree in their state ments of "how it happened." Of one thing, however, the public is assured through its own con3Ci6us ness: These street-car fatalities have become all too frequent to be classed as entirely unavoidable. When light ning from the clouds strikes a man, the resultant casualty may be recorded in the books of the Coroner as an "act of God." But when harnessed light ning is allowed to push a car beyond the speed limit of safety to pedes trians in the street, such a verdict is incompatible with the plainest dictates of common sense. . Contributory neg ligence, however, may be Justly al leged, where the victim Is a man of impaired hearing and sight due to the accumulation of years. In any event, such a case is exceedingly distressing to the sensibilities of the public, and appalling to the relatives of the vic tim. THE FREE SEED ABUSE. . The war against distribution of free seeds, by members of Congress, through the Department of Agriculture, Is likely to be renewed with increased activity this Fall. Some progress was made In doing away w'lth this custom or abuse at the last session of Con gress. The fact was brought out that the public, generally," as represented by the press and various organizations allied to farming, la against the prac tice, as one that confers unusual priv ilege. It is, moreover, wasteful, not one-tenth of the seeds with which the mails are burdened by the ton under the "M. C." frank being planted, and not one-tenth of those that are planted producing anything of value, ;The; seed- dealers - are, ' of course, among the leaders of the anti-seed movement for the reason that it in jures their business, and they argue that the Government has no right to compete with them in business any morp than with men in othef business. .The situation represents a. remarka ble growth, from small beginnings, of an ..intended benefaction; into grave abuse. At first it was the practice to send out a few varieties of well-tested seeds for trial, there being at that time no Government experiment sta tions. The practice grew and grew un til, as before said, the mails are heav ily laden at certain seasons of the year with an enormous bulk of practically worthless seeds.? ' No pretense is maide of sending out new varieties,- many of the free seeds being of the most com mon sorts, selected apparently at hap hazard. . . ... .. . t Some of them are as good, perhaps, as the farmer or his wife cpuld save, after the old-fashioned custom, but they are, taken in aggregate, a cheap. Ill-assorted lot. . There are persons, however, who are flattered by the personal attention of Congressmen which a package of gar den or flower, seeds, sent. without dl- f-ect cost- to themselves: represents. while the senders, on their part, are nothing loth -to work the . practice for all that.there is in it In popularity and possible re-election. Hence,, the aston ishing growth of the practice and the difficulty to get it voted down in Con gress. It -appears from statements of ag grieved eeedmen that the Government seed distribution.amounts to about half the total number of seed packets sent out by the seed dealers of the coun try. One of these states the case strongly and. as It would appear, con clusively, by asking "What industry" could survive, much less thrive, If the Government gave away half as much in its line as those engaged in it sold?" The practice should be discontinued in the Interest of fair play. The ver dict of the granges, the agricultural press, and many . farmers' organiza tions, is against it. The great cost of the enormous bulk of miscellaneous seeds IsJ2S0,000 a year. The cost of their delivery swells the annual deficit of the Postal Department. It is ap parent, therefore, that the term "free," as applied to the seeds sent out by the Government, Is deceptive. Nothing is "free" In this world that Is of any value to any one air alone excepted. And to take- from the public funds and give to persons, however worthy, who are engaged in a special vocation for a livelihood, is manifestly unjust. SPIRITUALISM. John Fiske used to argue that theol ogy was not a science, because its teachings never could be- put to the test. They could never be brought face to face with solid fact to see whether or not they agreed with it. In gen eral, Professor Fiske was right, but sometimes the theologians do make a statement which can be pinned down and tested. One such the spiritualists ventured at the recent session of the State Association. They said that the earth's axis -was changing its position. Now this statement can be put to the test by any one, and very easily, too. The axis is supposed to point to the north star. It did so point until very recently. If it has changed its position It no longer points to the north star. To find out whether It does or not, let the Interested reader go out into his back yard on the first clear night and fix his observant eye upon the big dip per, or Charles's . Wain, as Tennyson calls it. If the axis of the earth is where it used to be, the dipper will make a circle around the north star as the night passes. . If the axis has changed, both the dipper and the north star will make, a circle around some other star. ' It is hoped, that a great many people will- make this observation so that the exact truth may be ascertained, for a great deal depends -upon it. The spir itualists assert that because of the change In the earth's axis terrible con vulsions are about to happen In the physical and social world, leading to the destruction of the old order of things and the Introduction of a new and better one. Of course if. the axis has not changed, then nothing of this sort will happen. Whatever may be the fact about this, we may agree with the believers In spirit rappings and gyratory furniture that "the present disturbances are but the death throes of the old civiliza tion." Everything that happens Is a death throe, for that matter. In the midst of life we are in death. "The old order changeth, giving place to new," and it changes all the time. Panta rei; all things pass; nothing re mains the same. The civilization of today is not the same as yesterday's, and tomorrow's will be something still different. But we must disagree with our spiritualist brethren in their belief that the changes to come will be cata clysmic. They will rather come imper ceptibly, 60 slowly that we shall know nothing of it and beat our breasts in despair that the hoary wrong persists and the springing right seems not to grow at all. Not only does change come slowly, but it takes directions which no man can predict beforehand. Nobody who labors for a reform knows what it will look like when he gets it. No social ist of twenty-flve years ago dreamed that some of his ideals would be brought almost within eight by the trusts. The socialists did not invent trusts; they are a sort of a godsend, and as the Government licks them Into shape for swallowing, the Utopia of Marx emerges visibly from the shades. Moreover, if the Government does not swallow them they will swallow the Government; so there you are. Thus the spiritualist theology, like all others, contains truth and error mixed. The error takes strange forms, bizarre of aspect and startling to the sober mind; the truth is the same steady going, sturdy truth that has served mankind 60 well from the beginning of time and Is likely to go with him un changed down to the dark and bitter end when "the world is old and the sun grows cold and the leaves of the Judg ment books unfold." Concerts In the parks of the city, in the course of the Summer, were well patronized and thoroughly enjoyed by the army of stay-at-homes, always much larger In any working commu nity than that of Summer resort vis itors. The attendance especially at the smaller parks was thoroughly repre sentative in character, having been drawn from the homes, to which Haw thorne, Holladay and Chapman Squares parks are contiguous. The cost of these concerts was, relatively speaking,- small, and was met by voluntary subscription, the sum provided for the purpose being less . than $5000. There were thirty concerts; the attend ance upon each was large, and the people at all times were orderly and appreciative. It may well be doubted whether the aggregate "amount spent In Summer outings by citizens who could afford them wan pb conducive to pleasure as was the relatively small sum spent in providing these concerts. Doubtless the heirs of the Johnson es tate have been very unreasonable in their desire to have it so administered as to enable them to get something out of it. Their complaint has been that the estate has been administered chief ly for the benefit- of the principal cred itor, who also Is the trustee and ad ministrator. By the opinion of Judge Webster, on the methods, cause and results of the administration, it is not likely that the complainants, whoee de sire to receive something from the es tate is perhaps natural, will be ' more convinced than before that there will be any estate, when all Is done. .AH loyal residents of the Willamette Valley must view with pride and ap preciation the work of the Willamette Development League In its recent con vention at Forest Grove. . "A new Ore gon,"' without prejudice to the dear old Or-egon of the forefathers; a united Ort-gon--and a progressive Oregon these were thj watchwords of the con vention. The influence of the league, under the auspices of enthusiasm and good fellowship, cannot' fail to pro mote the development of civic pride, and, through that, the progress of the state along intellectual as well as ma terial lines. The annual election in Maine is due this week. For the state, the principal issue ie on resubmission of the liquor question, on which the Republicans are "standing pat," as on the Dingley tar iff. In the Second District there Is a tremendous effort to beat LIttlefleld for re-election to Congress, by appeal to the labor unions; and men of Na tional figure have gone there to help him. Undoubtedly the Republican ma jorities of former years will be cut down, for there are many resubmission Republicans, and the fight against LIt tlefleld Is one of peculiar energy. ( And now it seems Mr. Schwerln can't do too much for Portland's sea traffic. He finds it is bound to have more ships, if not Harriman's, then somebody else's. Portland is proving itself a more important port than Mr. Schwerln thought could exist north of the California line Tvhich can be proved again or whenever he shall fall to supply the needed ships. This, from that prim, exact, cold and "congealed "ice" newspaper, the New York Evening Post, is the limit of punning: "Vice-President Fairbanks is a guest of the Irrigation Congress at Boise, Idaho,, this week. It was not known before that the congress favored Ice water for Its ditches." It seems that the Ladd Bank has less resources than it got out of the John son estate. Take the statement of the bank to the Assessor for It. Where are -the rest of the resources? These things puzzle everybody. "O, day and night, but they are wondrous strange!" President Roosevelt is a mighty great personality. No man like him. Look at the vote of 190-4. But President Roosevelt, with all his popularity and power, will hardly be able to commit the country to the Josh Billings or Ar temus Ward system of spelling. The Vladivostok bank might have been "shaken down" for J107.000 quite as successfully by Its president and directors as toy ."hold-up" men. But either method does very well. It has been administered, says Judge Webster, to the entire satisfaction of the creditors. But not to the satis faction of the heirs. However, "there ain't goin' to be no core." "Dry" farming might dq in Benton, Lane, Linn and Yamhill. RHYMES OF THE TIMES. A Fare-well. Chicago News. Fare thee well, thou Summer maldertl Truly, my too tender heart Is with woe and grief o'erladen Now I know that we must part. Thou and I shall wander never. Never more through glade and dell. After all we now must sever. Summer maiden, fare thee well! Never more our footsteps bending To the shades of Lovers" lane. Sighs and laughter eweetly blending. Shall we paradise regain. Never more the pale moon lighting. Thrilling to its magic spell. True love vows shall we be plighting. Summer maiden, fare thee well! Months may pass. It would surprise me If much sooner we should meet. Thlnkest thou thou wilt recognize me Should we pass upon the street? "Would I know thee? Don't be spiteful. Really, that Is hard to tell. Still, this week has been delightful. Summer maiden, fare thee well! Love Soaf of the Future. Puck. Tell me. darling, ere with rapture We shall Blnk In love's eclipse. Ere with Joy a kiss I caoture; Have you sterilized your lips? Tell me, darling fairest creature Bver born the skies beneath la your hair a natural feature? Are they yours those gleaming teeth? Tell me, tell me, charming lassie. When you're angry and your eye Stares at me with stare that's glassy; Pray, what does that signify? Is your stomach In condition? Have you pains around your back? Doea your heart fulfill lta mission? la your liver out of whack? Tell me, O bewitching creature. Whom I love In fiercest way. Tell me, ere I call the preacher Darling, are your lungs O. K. ? Defense of Father. Selected. Nobody knows the money It takes To keep the home together; Nobody knows of the debt It makes, Nobody knows but father. Nobody's told that the boys need shoes And the girls hate) with a feather; Nobody else old clothes must choose. Nobody only father. Nobody hears that the coal and wood And flour's out together; Nobody else must make' them good, Nobody only father. Nobody's hand in the pocket goes So often, wondering whether There's any end to the wants of those Dependent only father. Nobody thinks where the money will come To pay the bills that gather: Nobody feels so blue and a-lum; Nobody only father. Nobody tries eo hard to lay Up something for bad weather. And runs behind, do what he may; Nobody only father. Nobody comes from the world's cruel storm. To meet dear ones who gather Around with loving welcome warm. Nobody does but father. Nobody knows of the home life rare Watched over by a mother. Where rest and bliss are all secure. Nobody can but father. A Lie of Ancient Rome. Wallace Irwin In The Reader. A Senator ot ancient Rome Quite late one night was going home. With his hlc, haec, hoe. As he walked around the block. And the moon was on the grand old Coliseum. Profoundly wished that conscript peer To hall a hansom charioteer. With his hlc haec hoc. : As he trudged around the block. But he didn't have the Roman coin to fee em. At last he said, "Great Caesar's ghost! I'm either stolen, strayed or lost With my hlc haec hoe. It Is nearly three o'clock And seven moons are shining on the Tiber. I've looked too much, meseems, since lunch On Scipio's Falernian punch. With my hlc, haec, hoc. And this walk around the block Is hard upon a Jolly old Imbiber." At last he walked so far, they say, He passed the noble Applan way With his hlc, haec, hoc, ' And It gave him such a shock That he almost lost his Latin conjugation. When a praetorian on his round That rashly roaming Roman found And he said. "Hac hunc! If ye haven't got no bunk Come hither and I'll lock you in the station." 6o late next day to ancient Rome That Senator went meekly home. With his hlc. haec, hoc It was four P. M. o'clock. And his caput seemed too large for Polyphe mus. When questioned, "Whither didst thou hie?" He tersely answered, "Alibi! With my hlc, haec, hoc I have traveled every block Of this grand old town of Romulus and Remus!" The Football Hero. Leslie's Weekly. From the Jaws of the Jungles of Jayvllle the Jasper hiked out of his lair; The barn breath breathed balm from his bootlets. the hay germs had homes -In his hair; His mouth hung ajar like a flytrap, each hand was as big as a ham; His freckles, a leopard-like legion, his ver dancy far from a sham. His clothes, were those mother had made him. his mop had been mowed "round a crock: Each wilted Congressional gaiter was rimmed with a negligee sock. When Reuben strayed in with his satchel, and eyes you could snare with a rope, A "ha-ha" arose from the campus that strangled the last of his hope. But Reuben was big he was husky; his legs were like saplings of oak; His arms were like steel, and he'd often made 2-year-old steers take a Joke; His back was the back of a Samson gnarled. knotted and hard as a rock: Hla neck would have served as a bumper to ward off a switch-engine shock; His unpadded shoulders were hillocks of sinew and muscle and bone; His chest was a human Gibraltar, hla voice had a Vulcanold tone. Hla prowess had never been tested quite up to the limit at home. Although he had romped with the yearlings and guided a plow through the loam. The boss of the Meven was speechless when Rustlcus loomed on the scene. What mattered the fact he was shabby? What mattered the fact he was green? Could ever a team get a line-up 'twould stand for a center like that? The ranks of the foe would vanish ere one could articulate "Scat!" He rushed to the Reuhen and nailed him, and led him away to a room. Where trainers and rubbers proceeded to marvel and fondle and -groom; And when at the close of the fortnight the wonder was trotted in sight. The grandstand and bleachers went daffy and howled themselves hoarse with delight. What next? Ask the worried kodaker, who skirmished In vain for a shot! The Reuben-led phalanx proceeded to score with a loose-Jointed trot. The foe faded fast as a snow-flake la Tophet's most tropical pit, ' ' While Rustlcus romped through the rout like a mastodon having a fit. And when all the team that opposed him lay mangled and dead on the Held, The mob went as mad as a Mullah and hooted and bellowed and squealed. Then Rustlcus, bordered with lasses, who called him a hero and prince. Pranced off with hts halo of glory and hasn't been worth a cues since. END OF THE BEACH SEASOX" "A etitch in time saves nine.' marked Jones about ten days ago, as he began to pack up, preparatory to leaving the beach. Jones Is still at the beach, and Is about 800,000 stitches to the good. Jones hates to ba hurried at the last moment. I have never envied Jones his fore thought. On the contrary, I have en deavored to convey to him the Idea that by putting things off until the last minute one can conveniently for get certain duties, and thus save a lot of trouble. I have also tried to dis tract his attention by telling that there is a time for everything and everything in Its place, or something like that; and I can remember this one better "Take no heed of the morrow; sufficient unto the day is the evil therof." In spite of the high authority behind this last pleco of advice, Jones says that he likes his way of doing things best. He prefers to, reach forward, and grab Father Time by the forelock and snatch it out by the roots. Poor old Time is a regular Battling Nelson, after Jones has punched hlra for a few rounds. e s Two weeks or so before the) actual trouble begins, Jones spends most of his time engaged in silent thought. I never intrude upon him during this period. The result would be uninterest ing. Having known Jones for 15 or 16 years, I am familiar with the symp toms. Ha Is thinking of excelsior and nails, wrapping paper and freight rates. However, when the first blow Is struck, I, with a few others who know Jones, manage to drop in, as it Is one of the Bights of the beach. Besides Jones, there is Mrs. Jones. "Lizzie," he begins, "I don't believe that man is coming." "What man?" "You know what man I'm talking about as well as I know what man I am talking about. I'm talking about the man that's coming for our things, if that's what you want to know'." "I didn't .know he was coming to day." , "Who said he was coming today?" "I'm sure I don't know, dear; I didn't." "Well, when he doeB come, I'll insist upon his being here when I say so. I'm going down to see him about it!" At this point two ladles, who happen to be there, leave and go in an opposite direction, because they fear bloodshed, and don't want to be called In as. wit nesses. When Jones gets back, the rest of us shout in one breath: "Is he coming, Jones?" "I couldn't find him." "What are you going to do about it?" "I got another man." "But, my dear," Mrs. Jones objects, "what If they should both come?" "Both come! What do I care? Let "em come! One of them can go away again; that's all." "Let 'em come," echoes Mrs. Jones with a sigh. "Anyway!", she continues with a show of spirit, "you'.U have to pay him!" "Pay- him! I'll pay nothln'. I'll I'll go down and see; well, he won't come anyway. There isn't a man on this beach that ever does what he agrees to." A week later we are there again to see if anything is doing. Mrs. Jones isn't crying, but is having the time of her life. Jones is looking for a map that he can't find. "Lizzie!" he is saying as we open the door we knocked, but they didn't hear us. ''Lizzie! What was that you Just put in the stove?" "I put In the stove Just what you told me to put in the stove!" "You put that map in the stove; that's what you put in the stove!" "What did you want with It?" "I want to look at It, when we get to town." "It's In the trunk; that's where It is." "Why didn't you say so?" "I Just now said so!" "Well, I want to look at It now." "Henry Jones! Didn't you Just say?" "That's all right, Jones," some one in terrupts, "I have a map down here Just like it. I'll go an " "Never mind, old man," said Jones, "I Just wanted to know where it was." At one Bide' of the room stands the piano, ready to be boxed. Jones la tak ing it home, because he has a few friends in town who think they can play a piano, and they wouldn't like It if he left it. Carefully wrapped with newspapers of recent date, Its tones are mute, but it is an object of interest on account of the news which it contains, or, rather, on ac count of the news by which it is con tained. Jones is loud in his praise of the manner In which he (Jones) has pro tected its polished surface. On the front page of one of the papers is a large picture of the man who has twice been defeated for President. Jones did not vote for him, but admires him very much. He says that a man who has been received by royany, and has gained the plaudits of all Europe, isn't a Jackass, and doesn't care what anybody says. The picture of Bryan is so arranged on the piano that that famous gentleman's mouth looks as though it was tied shut with a roue. "Jones," says the man, who offered to go for the map, "I like that picture of Bryan on the piano there." "You like it, do you," queries Jones in a suspicious manner, "what 13 there about it that strikes you as being so great this morning?" "I admire particularly the repose of those once mobile lips, that powerful but now quiescent Jaw. The voice that has moved the planet is silent at last. If Bryan could always be thus " "I'll have you know," retorts Jones, who hasn't caught the drift of what has been said, "I'll have you know that Bryan Is the man of the hour. With undaunted courage, he works for the good of all mankind. His voice will always be) lifted !" "He he he ha ha," sniggers Mrs. Jones. "What are you laughing at?" roars her husband. "Just look; he he Just look at the pic ture, Henry. His mouth is so, he he can't lift up his vol ha-ha!" "Madam!" says Henry (he is shrunk vis ibly In stature, but his voice Is cutting and harsh) "Madam! If you will take the trouble to ..think, perhaps you will remember that I imformed you that I wish particularly that you would take care of that paper, and put It where it would not be destroyed. You will have occasion to remember this circumstance. Madam." .y In three days more Jones will leave for town. The season, with all its Joys, will then be ended. Behind him Jones will leave an aching void. The Burt la now moaning a sad farewell. . M. B. WELLS. . . ..1 r