CTTIS SEEN THROUGH THE TOURISTS' EYES
. Interesti21g comments on Portland Heard While Riding on " Rubberneck" Car.
BY IJ.-ONE CAPS BAER.
1 SUPPOSE nobody is to blame, but
,,1 tel indignant every time I see
an observation car or a "rubber
neck" auto, that I. too. am not one of
'that to-be-envied class of folk the
tourists. Not that sloepinK on shelves
or eating hit and miss meals or other
incidental drawbacks that this favored
class needs must suffer appeals to me,
but they do seem to set tho most
wholesale and unadulterated brand of
joy out of a sightseeing trip over our
Invetv hurst. Then. too. it miift be
worth a irreat deal to s.-e Portland
ifr.r the first time, or to revisit the city
a'ter vears spent elsewhere. Just au
..laciouslv and sacriliReoiiHly to famil
iarize oneself with the glorious beauty
" of our on n home town.
vil.nrc t Portland seldom
1ke advantage of the novel, convenient
nd romfortahlo method of seeing the
rhts. T'other day I boarded one.
'a'onis with a larne crowd of tourists
I from all parts of the Union. There
fwera two cars-full of us. We sat two
i In each seat the sharer of my seat
'was a, fat little lady from the Middle
t M eat who "just eouldn t believe her
rp5." and rhewed grapes, seeds, skins
and all to the steady accompaniment of
;a. running fre of exclamations pra
1 and eon.
Tho isr wm scrupulously clean, and
we looked like a bunch of delegates
from an up-state conference. Each had
brought somethins'to chew on. Whether
from force of habit in public places,
ier other motives, I wot not. Anyway,
I the food supply ranged from popcorn
Mo sandwiches. Kvery kind, class, color,
I tender, size and shape, regardless
tirevloua conditions of service
sardlned in our car.
And everybody had a kodak. At the
front end stood a human intelligence
bureau, a veritable walking encyclope
dia. Kven his brass buttons possessed a
superior finish, and the glassy Im
personality in his g.ances made shivers
uu my spine. In a tone whose clarion
notes ran:? as monotonously as a church
: tea. he recited for our benefit a dis
sertation which for flavor and spotT
jtaneity is about as cheerful as Polk's
ldreetory or a census report. Ho knows
'all there Is to know about Portland.
! The folder slates:
1 has been arranged for this trip, an
effort has been made to appeal always
to the intelligence of tho visitor In
Portland." And if an appeal to Intel
ligence consists In a high keyed recital
In the style of Butler's Geography or
the Hollo books of cold-blooded facta
and figures, sans romance, sans poetry.
aans Interest, sans all but mere cal-
rulated measured tones of wisdom, then
Indeed does our intelligence meet its
Just deserts.
Our car moves slowly out onto Third
street, and as we progress along between
the quaint old brick quarters of the
Chinese, -with their flowered verandas
and swarms of stolid sleepy-eyed Ori
entals vegetating, the information vender
announces. ''This is what was formerly
Chinatown they are moving them out of
here as fast as the leases run out on these
buildings."
As our modern juggernaut ncars an im
rosing architectural wonder, with walls
like unto alabaster, so clean are they,
and an air of smug order hanging over
and pervading the whole, our gent of the
megaphone calls, "To the left is the City
Jail and Municipal Court room Port
land's police force now comprises 1p0
rien. who are under civil service rules."
"Ain't it a fright?" says my neighbor.
"Wonder if they're proud of thatf"
cackles a hen two seats forward.
"Say. they ought to be ashamed of a
hole like that." from the rear la heard.
Next we glide slowly between rows of
high, frowning buildings in the whole
sale district, while our nostrils vainly try
to dissect each odor of a blended com
posite of fish, fruit, oils, vegetables, cof
fees, etc. Our gentle guide here remarks
In stentorian tones,
"N-a-o-w. the immejint vicinity and on
two streets to the left an' right of us.
comprises the principal wholesale dls
t rick the. Jobbing trade in Portland last
year was two hunderd millyun dollars.
While Portland mannifakchered over fifty
millyun dollars' worth of goods."
Sundry comments from all sides appro
pos of these statistics, and two gents
near me fall into a heated argument rela
tive to the comparative exports of their
home towns.
Next we turn on Burnside, the gather
ing spot of the idle and ignorant, the
"cheap sides" of our city. As we cross
Ftrst street our guide announces, "This
was formerly the principal retail street
of Portland, now It la nearly wholly oc
cupied by wholesale business houses."
The site of the first hotel In Portland is
pointed out at First and Burnside, where
a flamboyant new brick building now
stands. Then, as we crdfcs Front street,
"the principal wholesale street of Port
land." we again listen in awe to the
clarion call of the megaphonist. "The
bridge we are now approaching is know
en as the Burnside bridge an' was
erected in 1SB It is built of steel an'
cost aba-o-u-t JCoO.COO there are two other
bridges similar to this spanning the Wlll-am-ette
there is also one other bridge
now under construction" we listen ab
sorbed "and another to be constructed in
the.near future." As we go slowly across
the crowded bridge our end-man again
takes -up the chant. "They are all draw
bridges: that Is. the center span swings
open for the passlge of vessels."
Blue print everybody craning his neck
to see the inside mechanism of the
bridge.
"N-a-o-w you will please note that
Portland is sltchuated on the banks of
the Wlll-am-ette River and not on the
Cottimby. as . many suppose." Having
rubbed up our faulty geography for us,
he further wins our everlasting gratitude
Vy giving us statistics of Portland's ex
act location on said rivers, and the dis
tance to the seacoast by railway, air
line, auto, airship and what not. Sev
eral old ladies and one pained-looking
vouth. carefully Jot these statistics down
In fine lettering dn small tablets, no
doubt containing Just such data garnered
from all the "places" they've visited, and
which a postal sent to any Chamber of
Commerce at any of the "places" would
. have bro'itit la detailed, (elaborated.
were i llHII'iif linWL - . '- " Va" ..'2isSSSS:S3SS VWK
In the lecture that WWl-TV H.N I '-- " '
o WH GOT A 6Nt' c(CTUrCP
OF THE POfil EXPRESS AT HOME-""
Illustrated,
and fully as truthful form
and facts.
Here our sage with the funnel-shaped
mouth-piece points out the logs In the
river. Our attention is called to the
"samples of logs Oregon forests can pro
duce." The lumber industry Is aired
at length, statistics given and we all
Jot down more notes.
"Gee, 686.000,000 feet o' lumber cut
last year," murmurs the old gent across
the aisle, and forthwith a general melee
takes place in his vicinity, in which sev
eral enthusiasts boost their own state,
VWe are now In East Portland," an
nounces the wind-jammer. In his mono
tone monologue, "formerly a city to it
self, but East an' West Portland was
consolidated In 1890." '
While "we are slowly riding along East
Burnside to Union avenue, we listen to
a lengthy dissertation on the relative
merits and demerits of East and West
Portland, the population, real and alleged
population of both, and finally, so that
neither side of the river can take or
fense, we have the situation summed up
for us.
"While the East Side is scattered out
over more territory as you will see. the
West Side has more hotels and rooming
houses and is more condensed." Having
equalized the matter, we proceed to turn
north onto Union avenue.
This street is noted for two things. One.
It's the longest street in Portland, being
seven miles In length, and second, at no
time In the memory of the proverbial
oldest Inhabitant has it been free from
street crews, taking it up in spots, cr
putting; it together somewhere. As we
Journey along its doubtful glories to
Broadway, where we turn, our cheerful
guide points out a Methodist Church and
the Holladay public school. Where one's
Interests abide, there also lieth his interest-
The roly-poly dame In the corner
rises to peek earnestly at the church, and
we may bet with assurance that she has
a class of boys and a union card in a
similar edifice in her home town some
where back East. Two prim maidens,
with reproving eyes and a general air of
Cook's tourists' brand, alt up and take
large-sized notice when our annunciator
begins- a dissertation on Portland's pub
lic schools. Every word la eagerly
drunk in by the two maidens, and he
who runs may read In their manner and
low-toned comparisons that they are
pedagogues.
Our car turns east, onto Broadway and
we are given a treat in the view of the
splendid residence district of Irvington.
Bungalows and aborted bungalows, man
sions and houses, architectural possibil
ities and Impossibilities in Victorian, mis
sion. Renaissance. Elbert Hubbard and
Galesburg. 111., style, are spread out be
fore us. dotting the lawn or yard ac
cording to location and price. A this
stage of the game our warden cries, "Ow
ing to the rapid growth .of Portland's
suburbs it requires v-a-s-t expenditures
for public improvements, such as streets,
sewers and sidewalks last yeah the real
estate transfers was twenty-eight mill
yun." At this point of the game all the
men and women who own property some
where else, or contemplate purchasing
out in this neck of the woods, coma to
the front with a lengthy string of
queries regarding price of lots, etc., that
no one on earth but our suave wind
jammer could corral and anawer collec
tively and Individually. If one believed
the outward demonstration of the obser
vation car folk, we'd feel sure every
man's son and daughter of 'em were
going to Join our colonyrwlthout more
ado.
Having now arrived at the end of
the atreetcar line, we reverse our seats,
thus bringing- into view an entirely
new set of backs with which to ac
quaint ourselves before the Journey's
end. This time we exit from the East
to the West Side over the "Steel Bridge.
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On the way down Holladay avenue we
are told that "this street was named
in honor' of Ben Holladay, who made
his home in Portland and w:as the
originator of the famous Pony Express
the present Wells-Fargo system."
"Yea. we've got a swell picture of
the pony express," volunteers my seat
mate, "it's in our dining room. Jest
as nateral as you please an' the Injuns
are Jest a flyin' through the air after
him. But I guess they didn't get him,"
she adds, as she resumes her grapes.
"Gee, I wish I had some postcards of
these places," murmws an individual
back of me.
Then we cross the Steel Bridge, noted
principally for , its narrowness. As
usual, the draw is open, arid "to the
right and left is Portland's lower har
bor." screams the megaphone, "ships
I from all nations visit this port it Is
(the second largest wheat snipping port
In the United States. " "mere s uu
ship we come in on, maw," an excited
old man cries. "See YierT" Maw turns
and gazes eagerly in the wrong direc
tion. "No, no, maw, down this a-way,"
and maw, as well as the rest of us,
spell out the letters on the boat from
Callfornla.
A chorus of "That's the train we
come in on," "No 'tain't, that's ourn,"
"Is this where the O. R. & N. trains
arrive?" "Beg pardon, but do all the
trains come in at this station?" "It's
bigger'n our dpot," "Is that time right
on that clock ?'r
(Business of everybody who has a
timepiece setting it by the depot clock.)
Next our guide and' friend points out
for our interest the fascinating rear
view of the. Union Depot, the terminal
yards -with their myriads of long snake
like trains winding in and out of the
black depths.
Our slow advance up Third street to
Morrison Is like unto a veritable talk
lug directory. We are shown great
building In such prorusion that our
heads vfrhirl and our eyes refuse to
do duty: The Board ot Trade Building,'
the Chamber of Commerce, the Lewis
Building, the Dekum. In front of me
a damsel In a hearse-like apparel, with
black veiling and near diamond atroc
ities in her ears, has been holding
spirited discussions with her gentleman
fren' regardinar thA resnectlve advan
tages of a set of imitation lynx furs
or a marquise ring. Now she flares
out, "There's the place we got them
penny ohotos, kid. Wasn't they swell
of me?"
Here we turn into Morrison and again
hear the call of the megaphone, the
while we twist and turn to get it all.
"Seems like you'd go up an' down each
street twicet, so's a person could see on
both sides," remarks an old soldier peev
ishly. En route get a glimpse of the
Corbett building, the Portland Hotel,
Meier A Frank, the Y. M. C. A. and the
Y. W. C. A., The Oregooian building,
whose tower is pointed out: the Marquam
building, in which attention ia sailed to
the Orpheum Theater. "Was that
where we seen Bertha, the Sewing Ma
chine Girl?" ssks the hearse loidy of her
gent fren', and from further back In
the car comes a decided voice: "No, In
deed, youre not going to have any money
to spend for foolishness."
Eaton Hotel "Eaten." remarks a cal
low youth In a would-be facetious man
ner whereat the funeral trapputga shake
visibly and an audible giggle wells forth
from various sources. Olds King's
skeleton building is pointed out, the Se
ward, the Bungalow, and a stop is made
on Twelfth street to point out the "street
of churches."
Next we pass the High School,
"erected twenty-five years ago," an
nounces our information bureau, the Ma
sonic Rites Cathedral, at which several
men In the party who wear lodge pins in
their coat lapels, rise up and look pat
ronizingly out at the imposing pile. Then
we nass the Multnomah Club and grounds.
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PHOTOS. ABE MflDE.''
and the old Exposition building and gradr
ually climb the slope on Nineteenth
street until we are abreast the back fence
and clothes lines In the rear of Judge
Williams' homo. Here our megaphonist
recites a bit of the interesting history
of this venerable old statesman and gen
tleman. Next we pass Trinity Church, and the
embryo Christian Science- Church and
turn west on Glisan into the beautiful
road arched by interlaced boughs of
Stage Celebrity
Fad Found
Mental Telepathist Will Not Even
Portland in
BY 'MONE CASS BAER.
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H, thia beautiful, beautiful Port
land. I wonder if any one ever
reallv tires of it," exclaimed
Anna Eva Fay, the celebrated mental tel
epathist and theosofchist, as she bade me
greeting in her Improvised boudoir back
of the stage at the Grand Theater. "Tour
womth all look like flowers. I've been,
feasting on them since my arrival."
"Then you've been about to see some
thing of Portland?" I queried. Up went
the madam's hands and wide flared her
eye's in emphasis. "Been out," she
echoed. "Why, I live out of doors, and
your city is like a big, beautiful fairy
garden ot delights."
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green. The homes of old residents are
pointed out. "Gee must a bought prop
erty cheap them day." says our real
estate friend as he looks at. the whole
blocks for one home.
The shrubbery in the yard at the Tvorth
Pacific Sanatorium is pointed out and our
wind Jammer says, not without a cer
tain air of temperamental gusto, "Be
hold here the tamarack an' magnolia,
growing side by side." We behold, but
the roly poly dame insists upon being
shown which is which.
"Gee, do you suppose I can get some
postal views of these," again inquires
the persistent voice in the rear.
Our ride up to Willamette Heights is
most picturesque, if one may uso that
much abused term. The birds-eye view
of the Iewis and Clark fair Bite, with
its scattered whito buildings lik clouds
of doves on a sward ofaemerald. the dis
tant blue hills, the beautiful mountain
peaks. St. Helen's like a fat mound of
ice cream, and Rainier, Adams and Hood
ill view. For once the crowd is silently
appreciative or speaks in tones of enthu
siasm of tho magnificent; wealth of snow
peaks. As we cross the long trestle the
megaphone, seldom quiet, shrills out that
"to our loft is Macleay Park, given to
the cily by old Donald Macleay. with the
provision in his will that It be left In its
native stale as a home for t e birds. A
liltlo girl at this stane of the game has
to have it all repeated, "What'd ho say.
mama, about birds?" And mother re
peals, with embellishments of her own.
"So sweet," murmurs the femjnine por
tion. The car comes to a halt Just outside
the. fair site, and we all get out. stretch
our legs and take a hike Tor the Forestry
Building, looming up like a lonely po
tato on a big platter. We stay here 16
minutes, and like the girl who "did"
Westminster Abbey in five minutes, we
too. scramble down' one aisle and up an
other, glance hurredly at the barks or
grainings of some wood, scamper up the
steps and scamper down again and say
we're through. The poetry, the beauty,
the quiet and smelly restfulness of the
big forest-like room needs must be lost
on the hurried tourist. The soul of those
huge giants. " the atmosphere and music
of the woods primeval is not for tho
fifteen-minute guest. Just outside the
building, and again Inside we line up in
an attentive herd and hear our gentle
guide breatho forth several learned stan
zas relative to the whys and wherefores
of the Forestry Building. Chorus: "Fine
building." "better'n Seattle's," which
statement almost results In a down-on-the-mat
act from a belligerant doubter
from the A. Y. P. city. The hearse lady
and her her fren' sit under a tree and
continue the discussion about the furs or
a marquise ring.
Once again inside our car our destina
tion is Portland Heights'. En route are
pointed out the hospitals, street railway
shops. St. Helen's Hall, and as we cross
the Ford-street bridge an excellent view
is given of the spires and skyscrapers of
the city.
As we wend our way past yards full
of late roses our gentle guide in moved
to & treatise on why Portland is called
the Rosa City and we stop many times
en route to learn of some particular
flower, tree or shrub. The panoramic
view of scenic grandeur when we hike
around the loop and up to Council Crest
is indescribable. "Isn't that beautiful?"
"What a grand view," "Say ain't that
great?" and hundreds of like expressions
of pleasure burst spontaneously from us
all. Historic old Vancouver, across in
Washington, lies white dotted amidst a
purpling haze. Snow, crowned mountain
peaks rise majestically in a guerdon
against the distant down-dropping Bky
of blue, and a vast moving-picture film
of valleys, hills, rivers and farm lands
unrolls itself before our eager gaze as
we travel to the summit.
Further back on the route the con
ductor .has bestowed upon us each a bit
of tan-colored glass to protect our eyes
from the sun's glare. After we have
childishly looked at everything else, our
clothes, our neighbor's hair and the floor,
we try them on the distant horizon.
Everything is a pongee gold but it
rests the eyes to use them. As we leave
the car on the Heights the glasses are
collected those desiring to keep them pay
ing a small nominal fee for the privilege.
Here ends the trip and one is privileged
either to return to the city on the
observation car, or remain longer than
the ten minutes allotted and transfer to
a Heights car. I kept on the car, and
left the car where it heads in at Second
and Morrison. The funeral pile rode to
the end with me, and I left them
anxiously asking that paragon of a con
ductor to direct them to "a nickelodion
where they showed funny pictures."
Who Has No
in Anna Eva Fay
"Talk Shop," but Expresses Praise of
Superlatives,
portions and acutest ebony shade bore
down upon us, hair-brush In hand and a
look of distrust in my direction. But Miss
Fay waved her laughingly away and
closed the door on aunty's vigorously elo
quent back, which looked like a disap
pearing cab. The room we were in was
Indeed small. Just big enough for the
trunk, dressing-table and couch of Its
mistress. The couch Is an absolute requi
site, for Miss Fay needs much rest. Hers
is a frail body,petite and slendpr, with
blue veins showing through the trans
parent skin at throat and wrists.
"You see, unfortunately I'm not strong
physically," said my hostess, "and I am
compelled to deny myself to friends and
acquaintances alike it taxes my strength
even to talk for a very great length of
time."
I sat uneasy and alert on the corner
of a huge trunk, wildly eating my pencil
and wondering if she knew what I was
thinking.
'Of course she knows everything,"
I said to myself, so I erased my mind's
slate and tried to remember last Sun
day's sermon. But Miss Fay didn't
want to talk shop, she reserves the
mind reading. stunt for her stage act,
she says. So we talked of music,
poetry, books, people, and all the other
topics available to two strangers meet
ing for the first time.
Anna Eva Fay behind the advertising
curtain Is a surprise. Her vocabulary
would set Henry James ferreting for
commas and periods, and yet withal,
she is a keenly interesting conversa
tionalist. First, because she possesses
a vast amount of that over much
abused quality personal magnetism.
She fairly oozes it out fit her system.
Her humor Is spontaneous and rare.
"All my life someone has shoved me
along:." she said. In a serio-comic tone.
"It has been, 'Anna, can you eat this?'
'Anna, won't you eat that?' or, 'Anna,
will you eat at all?' I have never eaten
meat or flesh of any kind in my life.
From principle I am a vegetarian, and
I live scientifically."
Inwardly I quaked for fear her tele
pathist's vision had caught the mental
picture that was rioting through my
mind, of a thick. Juicy steak smothered
In onions.
Miss Fay has no fads. Imagine, if
von can a urofesslonal woman, one of
h rtnaa to whom advertising is as I
the breath of life, who confesses to no
mascots, long-haired cats, bow-legged
bull dogs, or any of "the thousand and
one articles that list In this category.
"Yes, I like dogs, and cats, because
they're dogs and cats, and I love babies,
and all young things," she said. "But
best of al I love old ladies. I believe
that young men and women should be
taxed to maintain old people. I Intend
to leave one-half of what I possess to
a fund for an old ladies' home. One
half of the rest toi the Masonic Order,
and the rest to the Elks' home.';
Miss Fay is a practical, many-sided
v4Jman. The eyes of the poet, dreamy
"THE LIGHT
It is MODERN.
It is CLEAN, therefore a LABOR and
MONEY-SAVER.
It is SAFE.
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It is CONVENIENT; a light WHERE
YOU WANT IT. When you want it
JUST PRESS THE BUTTON. .
It is SANITARY; does NOT increase
the temperature of a room or VITIATE
the air.
EXPENSE includes only the cost of
electricity
-Standard lamps renewed FREE,.
Call up the Contract Dept.
Portland Ry, Light & Power Co.
- -First and Alder Streets- y - "
with an introspective light, are the win
dows through which peer the mind of a
business woman and financier. The deli
cate, unringed hands that clasp and un
clasp constantly with every spoken word,
are those of a conservative, rational be
ing, as well as a dreamer and idealist.
She is thoroughly American and la
eligible to the D. A. R. In no sense is
she a spiritualist, and is in fact a mem
ber of no church, or cult, and practices
no creed, isms or dogmas. . But she
knows her Bible by heart, and can say
it backward, forward and upside down.
She believes absolutely in it and its
teachings. ,
"I believe the Spirit within should be
our creed," she said, "and the soul our
confessional box. Religion is not a thing
external that one can read in a book or
be' taught by another, but it Is in our
own hearts. No amount of weeping over
the sufferings' of the physical Jesus on
the cross will ever save anyone, nor can
the mere mouthing of any creed or dogma
have that effect. But if we take the
teachings of tho Great Master into our
own personal life, and live them in fact
and in truth, we shall be saved."
Real tears stood in Mlsa Fay's eyes, as
we discussed the state of my s'bul, and
I Bhivered for fear I'd be converted willy
nilly. a la Salvation Army, with her
pleading tear-drenched eyes and irresist
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what one Bill Shakespeare says Is an ad
mirable thing In woman a sweet, low
voice, and no matter how excited she is
or how intense her words, she never
rants or paws the air or bellows the
cadence of her voice Is a lullaby.
As I was leaving I noticed a guitar.
"Do you play?" I queried. "Beautifully,"
she whispered, "on the pianola."
"Or sing?" I persisted. "My singing
would be an impudence," sho laughed
back.
And she ushered me out into the Im
posing presence of "Aunty" with the hair
brush. MY IJTTLE BUNGALOAFER.
A little bunzaloafer la a-nuBBling close
me,
His llttlo face is sticky as a little face
can be:
There's Jam upon each rony check and on
his chin and nose.
His arms are brown as beechnuts and there a
mud upon his toes;
He, barefoot, wades the brook near by.
whene'er it pleases him,
Hia eves are bright hs tiaw drops and he's
full of life and vim;
His hat Is raesed on the edse. his hair
sticks through the crown.
There's Krass stains on his rompera and
perhaps 1 ouKht to frown;
But, oh! how can I when he laughs, so
happy. sMad and free,
And snuggles up- all Jam and mud and
loves and kisses me?
M. Winchester Adnms in New York Time.
ory maa wann-
are two metal Insoles, worn In the
one la of copper, the other of line
tormina; the two pole of a ajalvanlo battery. The
nerves of the body become the connecting ivlrca, over
which a gentle flow of electricity courses throughout
the day strengthening the entire system.
Buy Blectropodes of your Druggist ?1.(0 a pair
and If he cannot aupply them, have him order a pair
for you from
Stewart S Holmes Drug Go
WHOLESALE DISTRIBUTORS, SEATTLE.
The Tenderfoot Farmer
experimental farmers, who put green
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was mac it uian c msucr wnni me wu sie m lung u am?
was fed. The questions of digestion and nourishment bad
not entered into bis calculations.
It's only a "tenderfoot" farmer that would try such
an experiment with a cow. But many a farmer feeds him