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TIIE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, J AXFARY 23, 1916.
SALT TO BE PRODUCED IN LARGE
AMOUNTS AT LAKE NEAR ORO VILLE
Extensive Irrigation Project, Embracing 10,000 Acres, Lends to Promise
in Course of Construction Water to Be Piped to Railroad and
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WITH an extensive irrigratlon sys
tem providins; for the reclama
tion of 10.000 acres of land tn
the vicinity of Oroville, Wash., bein?
put in. and a large evaporator and
ialt works under course of construc
tion In the samo district, that section
of Vashington s;lvea promise of forging-
rapidly to the front In productive
ness and wealth.
The production of salt In that regrion
will not be a new industry, for it has
been going forward In a small way
for some time, the open-air evaporation
f the waters of a salt lake near Oro
ville having been practiced. The lake
Is a particularly profitable one for the
purpose, as it is practically 98 per cent
pure when evaporated, so little refin
ing is necessary.
Water Be Piped.
The company which owns the lake Is
How building an evaporator of about
two tons capacity dally. The evapo
rator Is located on the railroad track
about two miles from the lake, and iti
JULES ECKERT GOODMAN
TELLS OF PLAYWRITING
Former Portland Boy's Interview Takes Up Entire Page in New York
Daily Newspaper Success Taken With Modesty.
IN A WHOLE page interview in the
New York Morning Telegraph, Jules
Eckert Goodman talks most enter
tainingly of the drama, motion pic
tures, telling a bit about his own play
' writing and especially ot his latest
dramatization of "Treasure Island."
This play at the Punch and Judy
Theater in New York Is justifying the
predictions, which were made at its
premiere, that it would prove one of
the solid successes of the season. The
delightfully quaint playhouse has be
come the inecca of both old and young
theatergoers, who thrill at the thought
Freda Kerchwey, one of the clever
feature writers on the Telegraph, got
a highly interesting story from this
once-Oregonian. whose family still
lives here, and whose big plays.
"Mother" and "The Man Who Stood
Still." and numerous magazine articles
and sketches have made him well
known in his field. "Successful dra
matists." opines Miss Kirchwey. "have
a certain kinship with art. combined
with a near acquaintance with commer
cialism that makea them especially in
accessible and awe-stirring.
"But Jules Eckert Goodman, play
Is the Intention to pipe the water to
it. By this means a haul of about
four miles over a mountain road will
be saved. It will also be possible for
the manufacture of the salt to go for
ward the year around; whereas, by the
old system of open-air evaporation the
lake could only be worked in Summer.
With some of the main canals well
under way it is expected that the West
Okanogan irrigation district system,
which is to irrigate some 10.000 acres
of land in Okanogan County, Washing
ton, along both sides of the Okanogan
Hiver and Lake Osoyoos. will be com
pleted in time to furnish water for the
irrigation season this coming Summer.
The irrigation system will consist of
about 60 miles of main canals and
syphons. Water is taken from the
Similkameen River, seven miles above
Oroville, and is distributed to all the
lands by gravity. Water will be de
livered from the canals to the highest
points and the land owner will be re
quired to distribute it on his own land.
The West Okanogan irrigation dis
wright and dramatizer of 'Treasure
Island,' was, 1 found, a long way be
low that pinnacle of inaccessibility.
He is successful and his work is good,
so art and commercialism must have
claimed him for their own. Yet he
stood on the same earth that I did
and talked in friendly fashion.
"Some great men have a way of mak
ing the rest of their world grovel, but
some are of kindlier mould and suc
ceed in making their lesser brothers
feel that they. too. may climb and
learn to breathe the air on Olympus.
"Such a great man is Mr. Goodman.
"You see he admitted things about
himself, and that is damaging to in
accessibility. "He admitted, for instance, that he
didn't know anything about boats and
didn't understand nautical terms. When
he needed some for his stage version
of 'Treasure Island' he diligently
searched Marryat and cribbed the ones
that sounded well.
"There are very few people, espe
cially among landlubbers, that would
make such a confession.
"He admitted other things, too.
"He admitted that he himself did not
conceive the idea of dramatizing
'Treasure Island." The idea first be
longed to Mr. Hopkins, of the Punch
and Judy Theater, and Mr. Hopkins
of District Where Huge Evaporator Is
Product to Be Refined There.
trict is a co-operative and mutual irri
gation system, organized, built and
controlled by the land owners within
the district. The district is located in
North Central Washington immediately
east of the Cascade Mountains and
foothills. The lands to be irrigated
extend southward down the valley of
the Okanogan River, a distance of 24
miles from the international boundary
line. The project contains the towns
of Oroville and Tonaskat and the ship
ping station of Ellisford and Cordell.
with Janls at the southern extremity.
An abundant supply of water Is
assured for all classes of crops, as the
board of directors has filed on 150
second feet of water, an amount suffi
cient -to cover al the lands in the
project to a depth of two and one-half
feet, which, with the 13 inches of rain
fall, will make an average of 43 inches
of water. The Similkameen River has
Ha source in the mountain streams of
the Cascade Range, fed by the melting
snow of the forest reserves and the
perpetual snow fields of the summits.
turned the task of realizing it over to
" 'But I jumped at the chance," Mr.
Goodman added. -"Treasure Island'
has always been one of my best friends.
I suppose I've read it on an average of
once a year ever since I was a kid,
and that well, that makes a good num
ber of times.
Many Snaga Encountered.
" 'But when I started work on It I
certainly had no idea what a job it
would be. All the way through I kept
running up against snags that looked
as though they couldn't be gotten
" 'My task, you see, was to stick as
close to Stevenson as I could and still
turn out an actable play. You wouldn't
realize how little real drama there may
be in even a very dramatic tale. In
"Treasure Island" there was practically
no motivation. Things happened, one
after another no reasons given, no
motive apparent. It was necessary in
making a play to supply that. And
this meant changing the plot in some
particulars. But 1 found that even
where the plot was altered Stevenson's
own words usually could be used.
" 'One striking feature of all his
writing is that the dialogue has in
itself an intensely dramatic quality. Jt
would go straight from the mouths of
his characters in the book to the
mouths of the characters on the stage.
This is unusual in stories even dra
Job Is Terrific.
" Then, of course, in the book the
story is told in the first person by Jim
raawicins, ana as a consequence nuver 1
stands out as the leading figure. In J
the play the boy Hawkins had to be
objectified and given the leading part,
for the story revolves around him. and
still Long John must hold his striking
character. It Was a terrific job, but It
" -But. he said, with sudden, amused
emDhaeis. Tiot all romantic tales mine
good plays. I've had some startling
reauests for help since "Treasure
Island" went on the boards from peo
ple who are try'nft" to dramatize other
stories. They evidently tnougnt tney
fell in the same class. One was
making a play of the "Swiss Family
Robinson" you remember that pious
family marooned on an island? An
other wanted help on a dramatic ver
sion of "Pilgrim's Progress." And.
more fantastic than all. one man was
-oTnafi7inf, "Rnhitisnn Crusoe" and
urged me to collaborate! Considering
the fact that the whole substance ot
the story i Crusoe's life in solitary
exile on a desert island it would seem
to be quite a feat to present it in play
form. To be sure, the moment when
he discovers the footstep in the sand
has been said by Brander Matthews,
wasn't it to be the most dramatic in
all literature. But on the whole human
interest would seem to be largely lack
ing, and the dialogue must be a bit
scant. Of course there's the goat. He
had a goat, didn't her Mr. Goodman
looked deeply thoughtful.
" 'Are you interested chiefly In the
romantic type of playr I asked, thougn
I thought I knew the answer myself.
" 'No,' said Mr. Goodman. 'My chief
interest is in modern drama. Just now,
frankly, it is turning toward moving
pictures. I am -one of those who think
there ie a great future for the moving
picture drama, not only in the field of
action, but in the field of ideas, too.
Not many years ago a man zig-zagging
down the street with a crowd chasing
him was the popular- conception of a
moving picture. Now all sorts of plays
plays that depend on more than mere
speed and action are being wonder
fully staged and tremendously success
ful. Of course the subtlest Ideas can
not, -I suppose, be expressed in pictures.
Nor will the picture ever take the place
of stage plays. Shaw and Pinero will
never get on the screen. -Nor the full
force of Hauptmann. even in a drama
of such simple lines and elemental
character as "The Weavers." Shakes
peare, I should eay, would get across
very well, on the whole.
" 'I think in the long run' moving
pictures will prove a great thing for
the stage at large. They are creating
an interest that is wholly unprece
dented in plays and the theater. They
are bringing the drama home to peo
ple in a way that is sure to react
favorably on the whole business. I do
not share the current fears for the fu
ture of the legitimate stage.'
New Play Under Way.
"Mr. Goodman is now at work on a
new play, but he feels reticent about
discussing it in detail. 'It's not a ro
mantic thing, though,' he said. 'It's a
modern play. I'm a good deal more in
terested in plays that deal with mod
ern situations. It never does a writer
any good to palm off old stuff on the
public, and it isn't fair to the public
" 'An ordinary play Is out of date in
two years. Some of the revivals of re
cent years have proved that an old
dish served up a second time hasn't
the same flavor. There are fashions in
plays that change every couple of
years. Public interest runs in waves.
First we have a wave of interest in
sex plays, then in crook plays, then in
war plays. But a sex play served up
this year has to have a different twist
to it to go.
" 'This doesn't apply to the best
things. Shaw doesn't go out of date.
The keen characterization, the 6heer
brilliancy of the lines, make his plays
independent of current styles in sub
ject matter. But most of us aren't
Shaws or Pineros or Gilberts.'
"With sure prophetic vision Mr.
Goodman talked about the coming play,
the next wave of development in the
" 'The coming play will be a sex play
with the sex left out.' he eaid. 'By that
I mean that its subject will be the re
lation of men and women, but the con
ventional tangle will cease to play the
part they have played. Even now we
see changes. People are getting sick
of the commonplace triangle. They are
getting sick of sentimentalizing or
moralizing over the erring woman. An
indiscretion in a woman's life no longer
makes dramatic meat. The fact that
a woman has or has not been indis
creet is of small interest in itself. Peo
ple don't laugh at suffrage any more;
they don't thrill over that sort of sex
Mather Resides In Portland.
" 'What is of interest is the whole
relation of men and women; the part
women will have in that relation;
whether theirs is the positive or the
negative force in sex. . Roughly, I
should say that would be the basis of
the coming play. At any rate, there
will be a change.'"
Mr. Goodman is married to a New
York girl and they have two young
children, a boy and a girl. His mother
is Mrs. ' M. Goodman, who is now in
San Francisco on a visit, but whose
residence is in Portland. HIb brothers
are Joseph and Maurice Goodman, of
Portland; Fr. A. B, Goodman, formerly
of Mexico and now located in New,
York, and three sisters, Mrs. George
Alexander, Miss Rose Goodman and
Miss Esther Goodman, of Portland.
LAID TO REST.
Captain Thomas J. Bulger.
Captain, Thomas J. Bulger, vet- i
eran shipbuilder, who died at his 1
home. 3104 Third street, Wednes-
day night following a short ill-
ness, was buried at Riverview
Cemetery yesterday, funeral serv- J
ices being held at the home at 1
8:30 and at St. Lawrence Church 1
at 9 o'clock. i
Captain Bulger was long prom- i
Inent in" shipbuilding" both it j
Portland and at Puget Sound and j
at British Columbia ports. He I
was born in St. Johns. Newfound- 4
land, in 1S27. The first part of t
his career he spent actively in J
the command of different vessels, J
some of which he owned. ' He was 1
also for a time In the service of 2
the Canadian Pacific, retiring in 4
Captain Bulger was in his 90th 1
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AGATE BEACH IS SPOT FOR HUMAN
REST AND ISOLATION IN WINTER
With Only Breakers and Chirping Birds Making Sounds, Colonel Hofer Finds Contentment and Recreation for
Mind Freed From Slavery and Society for While-
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BY E. HOFER.
AGATE BEACH. Or.. Jan. 8. (Spe
cial.) Newport in Winter has
charms no pen can describe. After
a day of rain the sky clears in great
blue spaces, with white clouds edged
with blue and black sailing across. To
the south hangs a great drop curtain
of descending rain. Table Mountain
showing through, while in the distance
gleams the snowcap on Mary's peak.
The air is fresh, cool, clear, crisp
and bracing. Everything is washed as
clean as in a new-made, spotless and
dustless world. Under a stiff wind out
at sea are whitecaps as far as the eye
can see. On the beach the breakers
lash the shoreline for a quarter ot a
After one heavy storm the sky
cleared, the waves died down and the
big stars came out. A sharp frost
coated the green shrubs and ferns and
dry grasses with silver and when the
sun rose out of a clear white-blue sky
the effect was like fairyland. The
roar of the ocean had died down, the
angry sound of breakers muffled by
the land breeze. Out at sea occasionally
a great storm wave came rolling in.
Camping on a mountain elevation the
stars seem much nearer, and you see
twice as many.
Fewer stars Seen From Sea.
So at the sea level the sky seems
farthest away. You see fewer stars
and they are sown much more 'thinly
across the heavens. But the great
dome of the sky by day or- night is
wider and its arch is on a larger scale
than inland. One horizon is always
rimmed by the ocean, the other rests on
the mountains. After a great storm
the gigantic cloud masses assume
violet, pink and smoky-topaz colors on
the edges of the open blue Spaces.
The beaches are not so beautiful as
in Summer. At places great boulders
are scattered about. Lines of reef
show up through the sands like worn
down snags and molars of some great
jaw ready to crunch a luckless ship
that goes ashore in a storm. And they
have eaten up many a good bottom
along this graveyard of the Pacific.
Jump-off rock is but a thin shell
whose arch may crumble before Spring.
The erosion of the ocean shore is,
shown by the photographs taken by H.
L. Thomas about 30 years apart. This
rocky headland once Jutted into the
ocean about 100 feet high. Now at
high tide it is surrounded by water,
cut off 200 feet from shore and the
waters twice a day dash over it. Pio
neer visitors at this beach will remem
ber that 25 or 30 years ago tramping
on the beach north of Newport was in
tercepted by this headland and the
trail over the Jump-Off meant a climb
over a ridge 100 feet high. This ridge
has all been cut away and 'only the
harder rock left standing supporting
a frail natural bridge.
This rock stood up once like a great
fortress, barricaded by the sandstone
bluff. It is worn down to barely 30
feet above low tide. At high tide it
swims in deep water, and long, long
since the sea won its fight and sent its
waves dashing over its top. The arch
is cracked, the base is seamed and rent
and like human hopes, it will soon
come tumbling into the brine.
Legends Lurk in Name.
There are legends linking its name
with Indian exploits, and it is probably
well-known to more men, women and
children of Western Oregon than any
one landmark along the ocean front of
A Winter sunset at the ocean has all
the charms of a beautiful woman an
gered. The colors are deeper. The
blues are bluer and the reds are redder.
The yellows are saffron and one sees
the real orange that seldom comes in
the sky. Copper red and hard metallic
colors appear that are never seen in
Summer. The sunset blushes die away
and leave the angry goddess of de
clining day a pale, cold abstraction, dif
ficult to personify.
For two nights the ground froze hard
and my beach house, except in front
of the fireplace, was like a refrigera
tor. Agate Beach for three miles around
the lighthouse head, is a bird reserve,
under the state -law and no shooting is
allowed. The birds are growing tame.
hearing no firearms discharged in the
hands of man and frosty mornings
brousrht them around the house in
flocks. There were two kinds of robins,
bluejays, flickers and hedge sparrows,
and they dined royally off the leavings
of one man's kitchen scraps.
After two frosty nights snow began
(o fall Friday afternoon and Saturday
morning the beaches and sand dunes
were immense snow drifts.
The white foaming breakers beat on
snow-white shores, dotted with dark
foliage. The seagulls flew about, rob
bed of any resting place but the roll
After a frosty night. New Year's
morning broke perfectly clear. Tho
bay and river. above Yaquina was an
unruffled mirror, reflecting the snow
clad mountains and feathery frostwork
and snowy branches of the evergreen
forest In the smallest detail, inverted
pictures of sights not occurring here
once in 10 years
Srenlc Highway Being Built.
Lincoln County, too, is building a
scenic highway, cutting a road above
the beach, blasting the rough rocks,
bridging gulches, and spanning can
yons with trestles. The section from
Newport to North beach beyond the
Lighthouse is completed except in front
of Monterey. At Little Creek a hair
pin curve swings up the gorge, through
a grove of spruces a hundred feet
high, and then doubles out around the
bluff to Big Creek.
The road is laid on beautiful curves
and easy- grades and will be fine for
motoring, each turn giving a different
glimpse of the ocean.
This highway, built by a thinly pop
ulated Coast county, for the pleasure
of visitors and Summer tourists from
the interior, is as great an undertaking
in its way as the great scenic boule
vard on the Columbia.
I have just concluded my annual
midwinter holiday week at my beach
house, Madinore. on the wildest piece
of rocky coast between Cape Perpetua
and Cannon Beach. City folk will say
WIFE OF HOOD RIVER JUSTICE
OF PEACE LAID TO REST.
Mrs. A. C. Back.
HOOD RIVER. Or.. Jan. 22.
(Special.) Funeral services for
Mrs. A. C. Buck, wife of the
Justice of the Peace for this dis
trict, were held this week from
the Missionary and Alliance
chapel. Rev. Anthony S. Donat,
pastor of the Riverside Congre
gational Church, officiated.
Mrs. Buck, whose maiden name
was Mary A. Weaver, had been
an invalid for several years. She
was born October 15, 1848, in
Mercer County, Pennsylvania. In
addition to her husband she is
survived by a daughter. Miss
Nettie M. Buck, of Portland, and
a son. Sherman E. Buck, of La
what are the charms at tiio seashore
in Winter, when the days are short,
mostly a dull leaden gray, the nighta
dark and long and not a sound but the
ceaseless orchestra of the surf and the
cabaret of the white-skirted breakers
dancing on the reefs?
Isolation Greatest Charm.
Well, the air is cool and refreshing,
there is a little warmth in the sun as
It breaks through the mists and swings
around low in the southern sky scarce
ly two hours high above the horizon.
But the greatest charm of all is to get
away from business, from people, from
newspapers, piug up the telephone, cut
out the electric light and realize your
self. For those who could endure it, a
week of lonely isolation would prove a
great blessing. To get cooled off men
tally, to live a week day and night in
the softs., sounds of nature, with no
one looking at you. hearing no one talk,
and not talking for others to hear, is
a mental relaxation for which this
writer (and probably all who know
him) is profoundly grateful.
In the words of Wordsworth, "the
world is too much with us." Its de
mands reduce us to the common level.
Existence in a competitive state im
plies conformity, the obliteration of
the individual. We cease to be as God
made us, men and women, and exist
only in the moss. Isolation recalls a
man to himself. He realizes that he la
a human individual with an expanding
. No wonder Emerson and Thoreau
were able to produce philosophy that
will refresh our spirits through all
time. Emerson lived on an unap
proachable mountain top of intellectual
exaltation. His mind dwelt on the
serene heights where few could climb
to interrupt him with their babble.
Thoreau lived by his pond at Walden
with no interruptions but the chatter
of the squirrels and the querulous
call of the jay.
That is the philosophy of Isolation
at the seashore or in the mountains.
You get rid of your false self that
society has Imposed on you. There la
time to live, breathe, think and sleep
and eat in a natural way. You are not
the slave of the town clock. You form
hours and habits of your own, eat
when you are hungry and sleep when
you are sleepy.
Take the average human beings and
they do not live their own lives. So
ciety lives their lives. Their family
and the struggle for existence is
three-aaurters. The other quarter Is
swallowed between church, party and
newspaper. The party gives us ready
made Ideas. The church supplies form
ulated religion. The newspaper read
year in and year out furnishes 'ideas.
So the only hope to do any thinking or
let your mind work unrestrained Is to
isolate yourself. If a hundred of the
really brainy men and women (do not
blush) of Oregon could be Isolated in
the remote places where nature is ma
jestic and beautiful for only one month
in the year, there would be a new
school of writers born and possibly
poets and artists. The one hundred, if
they had anything in them, would
come back more nearly themselves and
freshened with hope that God's work is
not all a failure.
TRUCK LOAD IS LIMITED
Marshfield Regulates Traffic to
MARSHFIELD. Or., Jan. 22. (Spe
cial.) Various citizens having property
adjoining the downtown streets on
which motor-trucks are drawing
trailers for transportation of logs
have protested from time to time
against the. unusual damage which
results from the traffic and the City
Council, after wrestling with the
problem for several months, passed an
ordinance limiting the loads the loggers
shall haul and prescribing the speed
at which the trucks shall travel.
No load may be over 10,000 pounds
in weight nor may they be hauled over
the paving at a speed greater than five
miles an hour.
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