THE OREGON, DAILY JOURNAL, PORTLAND. WEDNESDAY : EVENING, DECEMBER 23, 1908.
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Trnm ttin Na Tork Times.
Professor Charles Zueblin of Chicago
university lectured yesterday on -Bay-Inn
and Spending" before the Women
conference of the Society of Ethical Cul
ture In the Society school building; at
CMxty-mira street ana central rir wtiu
Some too women attended tha lecture.
In the course of his talk he ridiculed
society's expenditure in this city. He
aaM:. "Thr ( enourh waste from the
back door -of New York to feed the whole
city of Paris." Of Americau xtrava
gance, he said: "One million dollars la
the only mathematical unit of computa.
lion we now use," anorinai raosi social
functions were designed only for display.
He prophesied that systems for pro
tecting people against loss of employ
ment and aaainst old age. publlo or prl
vate, were bound to come, and ha recom
mended the land tax, 'tne income lax,
and. especially the inheritance tax, say
ing of the latter. - . '
r'I doubt if saving to Insure comfort of
oneT children la not the worst form a
man sn tnrinlsra In."
f roressor ueDUti was lnxroaiicea as a
man who' needed no introduction. He
began with "saving." He said thrift,
though undoubtedly a virtue, as indis
pensable waa a dangerous virtue, like
ly to. become too interesting ana de
grade into the vice of miserliness.
In this connection ha took Kussell
Sage as an example: "A man who bad
stinted all his life to leave a great for
tune to. a wife who bad. had no chance
to cultivate tne art oi-Bpenaing. -
Collecllve saving, he said, lacked the
aisadvantagea ol maiviauai saving,
since It was safer, and not likely to be
get niggardliness. As an example of
this sort of saving, he used insurance
companies, - .''
' Insurance.' he said, "Is a scientific
and social function. It will be carried
much further than It has yet gone.
Wherever it is -possible to figure mathe
matically the proportion of loss it can
be used. We know how many, deaths
from accident there will be in the next
month; how many suicides, how many
deaths from Illness. Insurance can be
used against every form of human dan
ger." Turning to spending, he said: . "It is
more important it takes more charac
ter than saving; it is more useful to
society. I am of the opinion that It
will come to take place collectively,
but till then let us consider how it
can be done intelligently. .
"It takes more than good will. It is
a fallacy often uttered? If every one
was good there, would be no trouble."
Jook at your city government. Your
good gvernment rganlsations have be
come a bv-word beside Tammany their,
are insignificant; that shows that in
Hlitics virtue without intelligence Is
at a discount."
He then set up these three standards
for proper spending. It is wiser to
spend on durable than on perishable
goods; on gooda whose use Is social;
on goods that express Individuality. To
exemplify the wrong kind of spedlng.
he recalled C. K. O. Billings' horseback
dinner at Sherry's, and the $50,000
Bradley-Martin ball at the Waldorf.
"The question." he said, "as to wheth
er people have the right to do what thej
please with their own was long ago dis
missed, so we will not trouble to com
bat that. Such, .expenditures as these
are defended on the ground that thej
frive $60,000 worth of employment. But
ook at this ball measured by the three
standards: .
"The materials bought are perishable,
rertalnly. People will say that the money
was spent on things whose use waa cer
tainly social, for this was society. It
is not.
"Nobodv goes to such functions to en
Jov his fellow-men. They go to be seen
for display, not fellowslifri social, it
Is distinctly unsocial, antl-soclal.
As to whether, sin each man choosing
a fancy costume, it did not express indi
viduality, the professor said: "It would
not draw out the individuality, in. that
it, would not tax tae gray matter of
even the four hundred to choose fancy
costumes."
This sort of thing, he said, was one
extreme, and as to the other he spoke
of a public building erected for the
same price, fulfilling the three tests.
Between these poles, he said, there are
infinite gradations.
"But this second kind of spending,
he said, "would give most pleasure.
What does the first the ball give?
Advertisement, consplcuousness. Well,
the building would do the same. only,
it would yield permanent satisfaction.
A man could put his name on it and
stand on the corner, swell up his chest,
and watch people going In any day
and I don't doubt many do get pleasure
in that way."
Finally Professor Zueblin correlated
saving and spending. He said' "The two
must be related. The spender must
spend while saving. You -cannot learn
to do one without the other. But col
lective spending is in reality the most
satisfactory. You criticise the waste
of your Tammany government look at
your own waste: there is enough at the
back door of New York to feed all
Paris . .
"Collective .spending is mainly
through taxes. The income tax is ob
jected to because inquisitorial; it looks
into people's Incomes well, some of
them need it but It Is really moat im-
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personal, since iw wrsoi irum uiv-j
Idends of corporations before they are
paid. The inheritance tax, he said, was
still more impersonal; It is a tax on
the dead, bearing heavy where not
noticed. He recommended the land tax
because land value was so much en
hanced by circumstances entirely ex
ternal of the owner, such as the natural
growth of a clfy. "And," he said, "It
is absolutely necessary that we
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OOM JAN'S CHRISTMAS BOX
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children were in the stone farmhouse
in the glen, A white flag floated from
a pole on the roof to show that tho
house contained ' non-com ha tanta For
hours the trembling , children j crouched
by their mother's side, listening in
mortal terror to the shells that went
shrieking past the windows or over
the roof. They heard the snarling of
the rifles' and the whistle of flying lead.
and otre or them, little falr-halred blue
eyed brio, who had his childish thoughts
rixea upon the Christmas presents,
the Christmas
which that wonderful Dersonaee Santa
Claus had never failed to bring to the
farm on other Christmas days, asked
his mother in his childish treble If
Santa Claus would not be afraid, to
visit them that night. An elder brother,
Duncan by name, scoffed at the idea of
Santa Claus being killed. "Bullets and
shells won't hurt old Santa Claus,'" ha
affirmed. "Daddy told us often that
flood-rivers can't drown Santa Claus,
and if flood-rivers can't'drown him, bul
lets' can't kill him," argued the sturdy
goungster. The mother, who, like most
cote worn en, had a strong grain of re
ligion in her composition, tried to wean
the childish thought from Santa Claus
by talking to them of the sacred thin its.
'and by singing to them some of the
dear old hymns she had learned in her
childhood at the kirk. She was suc
cessful with the elder children, but lit
tle Eric would not be weaned from his
fancy, and as the guns grew more and
more familiar and nothing happened to
harm the. homestead, he began, child
like, to dream the wonderful things that
Santa Claus might bring to the lone
farmhouse around the kopjes from Jo
hannesburg. He knew all about Santa
Claus; his daddy had brought him a
book on his last birthday which con
tained a big colored plate showing Santa
Claus as a very old man with a jolly
red faoe, a big white beard, and long
gray hair. The youngster felt sure In
his own mind that he would know him
If he saw him anywhere. Suddenly his
day dreaming waa disturbed by the
sound of many marching feet. Running
to the window he looked out, and saw
a splendid and terrible sight. It was a
regiment in khaki sweeping round at
the double, with bayonets fixed. He
saw the stern white faces Of the men.
the clenched jaws, the bent brows, the
flaring and unswerving eyes, that were
lxed on the heights above the farm
house. Then he .heard the rifles crackle
amid the rocks, and the bullets began
to spatter against the walls of the
farmhouse like hail on a winter's day.
He saw the khaki-clad figures stumble
and fall and be still with hands out
spread.
He saw others reel out of the charging
line, and totter a few steps ere they
dropped down, clasping their torn flesh
with quivering fingers. He saw those
who escaped the hail of lead dashon,
until they gained the shelter of a lot
of loose rocks at the foot of the kopje.
The British regulars were between his
home and the Boer commando on the
heights above. The Boers were within
a circle of death, but the child knew
nothing of this. He had seen a fine
show. The setting sun had glinted on
the bared bayonets, and a bugler boy
had made the kopjes ring with martial
music. The little fellow at the window
knew no. more than what he had heard
and seen, and the sights and sounds
excited him. He was too young to un
derstand the horror of it all. Suddenly
the door flew open and his father strode
In, his oarblne slung over his shoulder.
He heard the soft query In his father's
deep tones: "Are you hurted. lass?"
Then he heard the strange, Joyful cry
that broke from his mother's Hps, as
she sprang forward and threw her
"It Is de morning of Christmas, eh?
Decause H. N. Shears, a deputy state
game warden, called the justice court
a "kangaroo court" within the hearing
of Magistrate Olson this morning Shears
was taken into custody by Deputies
Wagner and Klernan and charged with
contempt.
The game warden had been prosecut
ing a case against E.- Richards for the
illegal sale of wild ducks. Although
Richards admitted that he had sold the
birds, the Jury found him not guilty. A
second case which Shears had against
Richards' employer, the deputy game
warden asked to have transrerrea to an
other court. j '
In making the request In the clerk's
o'fice Shears is said to have called Ol
son's court a "kangaroo" court
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OM JAN waa an old man old, at
least in years but he was a child
t heart. He had been many
things in the course of hliMong
and toilsome life. Once he was a
diamond digger at Klmberly, and he
might have' died a wealthy man, for he
discovered a very rich , claim, and was
taking enough riches out of the soli In
the shape of uncut gems to Have landed
him beyond the reach of poverty In a
very short time, when In an evil hour
for himself he met a glib tongued Hol
lander, Just out from Rotterdam, who
fiersuaded him. to" sell him an interest
n the claim. The Hollander became
his partner, and' for a time all went
well. He soon discovered, however.
mat oom Jan was one ot those loving-,
t rust In a- souls, who believe sin,
cerely in the honesty and goodness of
their fellow men. . It was as cruel to
rob Oom Jan as it would have been to
rob a little innocent child. He re
ceived many hints from other diggers
as the months rolled by concerning
the knavery of his companion, but to
all such lnuendoes he turned a deaf ear.
He would simply look his visitor in the
lace wita Dig wondering eyes and say
"You , must not speak so of my
partner) or i snau save to ask you not
to come to my tent again.
. The Hollander - was his "partner,"
and that was enough for Oom Jan, for
in his eyes a partner on a mining field
was a sacred connection. When the
man from Rutterdam told him to sign
papers., he signed them, because, he
said, "his partner waa an educated
man and a person aoqualnted with
business, whilst he (Oom Jan) was
merely an unlettered bywonen" In
the end, Oom Jan found himself
stranded at Klmberly without a shil
ling, whilst his partner was on his way
back to Holland, ,a wealthy man. The
parfidy of the man he had trusted with
all his heart was a bitter grief to the
simple uoer. nut ne aia not ran at
the departed ' scamp, "I thought he
was a fig tree; he was only a briar
bush; he used to say, sadly, as he
pulled at his pipe, and then he would
let the matter drop. He was young
and strong' in those days, and turned
cheerruiiy towards work, and ror a
long time ' he waa a transport slder.
Very seldom did anyone see him angry,
only when a Kaffir ill treated one of
the oxen, or when some ill conditioned
brute behaved cruelly to a horse,
would his nlacld calm forsake' him.
But when it did leave him, it was like
the loosing of a thunderstorm, and he
was very terriDie in nis anger. De
cause he did not know his own
strength. He loved animals cattle,
horses, dogs, and all dumb things but
best of all he loved little children. He
was shy and reserved with women and
they for the most part thought him a
big, stupid creature, and they marveled
wnen tney saw tnetr little ones run
to him and beg to be- lifted on his
big broad shoulders. He had a gift of
story telling, which won every childish
heart. The little ones would flock to him
when outspanned near a farm, and sit
with wonder-laden eyes around him
whilst be told fairy stories,- which he
himself invented. When any of the
grown up folks came near htm on such
occasions, ne would fill his eternal pipe
and close the story at onoe, for on no
consideration whatever would ' he tell
stories to them. "You would only
laugh at me if . I did," he would say,
"and then my babies would learn to
laugh at me also, for children always
love - to copy their elders," When the
gold ' fields in the Transvaal broke out
he sold his beloved oxen and became
a gold hunter, but he Was not fashioned
Of the material that succeeds on a
gold field. He was too simple and
too honest, too trusting and too loyal
to make headway amongst the rascals
who flocked to the African Eldorado,
and he left the fields a poorer man
than he was when, he' started. Oncf
again he took up the calling of a trans
port elder, though he waa getting' quite
an old man by this time, and the ' big
bushy beard that fell upon his chest
and the long hair that fell over his
coat collar were plentifully sprinkled
with grey hairs. The diggers had
nicknamed him . "Father1 Christmas,"
and by this title he was known far
and near.- Gentle, brave and generous,
he went upon his Simple way, loving
all the little children he met and hating
nothing that breathed except those
who were cruel to ' helpless things.
Such was Oom Jan when the war
clouds burst over Africa and Briton
and Boer fronted each other rifle in
hand. - !.... , , w -i-
When lie ' heard of the outbreak of
hostilities the old man put his shaggy
head in his hands and weptr-not because
be was not brave, for under all his
gentle ways he carried a lion-like cour
age; he wept because he -foresaw with
the eye of aaa the crueltv nf lt all. Ha
had seen more than one native war, and
anew , wnat natue ana wounds meant.
He had so many friends on both sides,
especially amongst the children.' that he
felt full of misery at the thought of
fighting. He knew that many of theJ
colonial lads who would be in the bat
tle line on the British side had in I
childish days ridden upon his shoulders
gleefully. He pictured them as they
used to close around him, asking for
stories and it nearly drove him erasy
to think that perhaps a bullet from his
rifle might lay one of them low. Some
of the more boastful young burghers
jeered old Oom Jan, and questioned his
loyalty ' to his country and its cause
and at times they went so far as to
hint that he lacked bravery. But the
old man did not heed their Jeers; he
was a great deal more sure of his own
courage than he was of theirs, for he
knew by past experience that men who
frothed at the mouth In their anxiety
to see a battle begin often to foam at
the mouth In their anxiety to get out
of the fighting line as soon es the
rifles begin to bite in earnest He
obeyed 'his country's call as all true
men must, but he rode with drooping
head and sad heart with his command.
Yet none carried themselves more man
fully In the hour of peril than the old
mad and after each fight he was the
first amongst the British wounded, car
rying water to moisten poor parched
lips, hot and dry with the fever and
pain of aching wounds. The day before
Christmas the commando Oom Jan was
with was trapped by the wily Cape Co
lonials and a detachment of British reg
ulars; and although they fought like
wild cats, the Boers could make no head
way; slowly but surely they were driven
from one point of vantage to another.
Then they tried to break away and run
for it, but on one side they had to run
to gauntlet of Colonial rifles, weapons
bo deadly and as unerring as their own.
On the other they had to break through
the British bayonets; and they found
both tasks impossible. In that hour the
young burghers learned to know the
real value of the silent old man who
had led every sortie, his gray hair
floating in the breese behind him, his
fray beard flat against his chest. From
opje to kopje the Boers were driven
until they crowaea on one tnat over
looked a- stone farmhouse In a glen.
Thia was the home of Angus Donald
son, a staunch British subject, who had
been resident for 20 years among tho
Boers but had always remained loyal
to the land lh his nativity.
Angus was In the Colonial ranks,
rifle in hand, even then, fighting for
his oountry's cause, his wife and four
arms around, the. bronzed, neck . of , her
husband. He scarcely knew his dear,
kind father in the man who stood there
with the fierce, wild light of battle
on his face. He saw his mother sob
bing and clinging to the breadwinner,
and then he heard his father sav: 'The
bairns, lass,' the balrna! has nae hurt
come to the bairns?" And when bis
mother answered ."Na, Donald, na, the
gude God had us all in his atn hand
this day " then he saw a change come
over the sun browned face; all the
fierceness left it. He saw the steel
trap of a mouth work convulsively, saw
the brows pucker, and two big tears
steal down the hard, weather stained
face; and he was frightened, for he
had never seen a man cry in all his
little life before and the tears of
strong- men are terrible. After a little
time his father left the room, and soon
men began to tramp in with the wound
ed, until the house and stoop outside
were full of stricken men. His mother
and his brothers were busily attending
to the wounds of those wounded men.
He -was too little to be of any service.
The gasping of the pain stricken sol
diers frightened him. He could not run
to his mother and tell her his fears,
for ahe was flitting from one bed to
the other, so he crept out Into the star
light, for the night had fallen upon
the land. He went into the orchard,
for it was there that his never falling
"Oynn," the collie, was kenneled. He
meant to ask Gynn about Santa Claus.
But when he got to the kennel, at the
far end of the orchard, he found his
old playmate lying very still. "
She did not answer by a bark when
he spoke to her. she did not move
when he called her, for a stray bullet
had found Gynn. The little man sat
down and sobbed, for this was a grief
that he could understand. After a
while he became calm, and. sitting with
his arm on his favorite's neck, wonder
ing if Santa Claus would come with
his load of Christmas presents. He
determined to wait and watch, and if
the ftood genius did come, he intended
to ask him to give back Oynn, his old
and loved playmate, and take his pres
ents on to the next farm house. He
must have dozed off as he watched,
poor little sentinel of love, but the
breaking of a dry stick under a heavy
foot aroused him. and, looking up, he
saw Santa Clause standing under a
tree close to him. in the starlight.
Such a funny looking old Santa Claus.
An old, battered, soft felt hat ear on
the mass of grey hair, the long, white
beard fell upon the torn and battered
grey jacket, a bandolier crossed his
breast, 'and he leaned lightly upon a
rifle, as If listening. The child gave a
low gasp of delight; all his little life
he had longed to see this wonderful be
ing, and his wish had been granted him;
even his father and mother had not
been so favored bv the gods, for they
had told him only the last Christmas
day that, though they had often re
ceived presents from Santa Claus, they
never seen him; and his elder brother
had once even hinted that he doubted If
such a being existed outside a fairy
book. He knew better now, for there
stood the wonderful being in front of
him; only he looked like a shabby old
Santa Claus; his torn and soiled clothes
and misshapen old hat were not at all
like those In his picture book. All at
once the child heard Santa Claus say:
"Hist mere, steady; every man keep
close to a tree or In the shadow of the
orchard wall, soldiers are coming this
way." Then, for the first time Eric
became aware that the orchard was full
of men In gray coats and elouch hats
all of whom carried rifles. A moment
later the shabby Santa Onus bein to
glide noiselessly awsy. The child sud
denly remembered Gynn, the 1-ai1 col
lie, and he gave a loud cry. "Don't go,
don't go!" shrilled f the little voU-e.
"Santa Claus, I want to tfll you some,
thing," and the little figure rushed fur
ward. .j i ,
"Halt, who goes there?" rsng out a
deep voice on the night air. There was
a sharp rattle of . arms. "Answer, or
we fire." There was an ominous pause;
then the shabby old Santa Claus matte
a snatch at the child, and, lifting him
off his feet, laid him face down on the
soil and pressed him so clone to the
ground that he cried out -Then came
the spiteful rattle of rifles, and Santa
Claus felt heavily -on the top-of the
childish figure, t The Jittle one wlggtwl
from under the heavy load and ran ter
ror stricken to the. house, between a
hail of bullets fired by men in gray
coats who-were hiding and. by soldiers
who swarmed to the attack, and nevew
a bit of lead eould touch him. Whilst
the Boers were trying to dodge through
the cordon, the laddie sobbed out bis
wicked old Santa Claus, an urn." lw
sobbed. "I wanted him to give me
back old Gynn, and he threw me down
and held me In the dirt." "God blees
him! Oh, yea, God bless him I for he
saved your life, my darling," cried his
mother, between her sobs. "Now, be
good; do not stir from your bed." She
went and found the officer in charge of
the British troops, and told him the
story. The officer coughed and turned
his head aside, and pretended that
something had got in his throat; and
it was a minute or two before 'he eould
speak without husklness; and when he
did speak. It was to roar out an order
to one of the men to bring a lantern.
Side by side the officer and the farm
er's wife went down the orchard, and
they found the shabby old Santa Claus
lying with his head pillowed on his
bent arm, whilst a handsome black cat
tle dog licked his far and whined.
Eric's mother knelt and chafed one of
the old man's hands, the officer held
the other. He was nearly gone. "Dot
leetle schmall schild," he whispered;
"he did not. get killed, eh?" "No,A said
the officer, -"he Is In bed, safe and
sound, thanks to you, old man." "Dot .
lsh goot." "He took you for ? Santa
Claus," murmured the mother. , "and
wanted you to give him back his dog.
ITUIVU linn uwii .iiuh . - . & viil
Boer nodded his head feebly. . "It is de
morning of Christmas, eh?"
"Yes."
"Give dot leetle schmall boy mine
dog 'tis a good dog, an' loves leetle
schlldren to play m it end kiss bim
for me an' say old Father Christmas
bring him."
Then he closed his eyes and slept. '
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for Infants and Children.
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'n the Final Rush of
Xmas Shopping
Gome here save lots of time and money; Prompt and couri
teous attention. No long delays for transfers. Free deliv
ery to all parts of the city.
Santa Glaus in Toy Dept. Thursday
Afternoon and evening. Bring the boys and girls to Mr.
Santa for the best time of the year.
Men's $20 Suits and Over
coats at ?10.
You take your pick of any suit or
overcoat marked in plain, figures at
$16.00 to $20.00. None reserved.
Greatest clothing values in the city.
Slippers for Men and
Women.
A splendid assortment of slippers
ft
for both men and women,
range from 76c to $2.60. '
Prices
Sample Jardinieres at One
Fourth Off.
A large assortment ' of sample
jardinieres ranging in price from 60c
to $2.60 at 20 per cent off those
regular prices, in basement.
$3.50 California Coasters
at $1.98
The genuine coaster wagon, with
foot brake and hand brake. Very
strong and durable.
$1.25 Folding Dolf Carts
95?
10c Box Christmas Can
dles 5 .
Complete assortment of dolls, toys,
games, eto., la basement.
Umbrellas for Gifts
Nothing can be more acceptable or
more useful. Complete line, ranging
in price from 60o to 16.00.
PIANO VOTING CON
TEST $400 Piano Free
Votes stand as follows:
Bertha Schats 35,473
Myrtle Evans 33,028
Mrs. P. Olhonl 28,788
Clara Ulrich 13,387
Newton Anderson 9,877
Mrs. W. H. Duncan., B,69
William MacKensle 3.865
Emily Mohr t.61
Jennie Gllbralth. , 3.09J
Ruth, Tingle 3.037
Christmas Sale Ladies'
, $25 Suits at $13.85
Handsome new tailor made suits,
colors blue, black and fancy. Best
320.00 to 325.00 suits.
Table Linen, $1.50 Value
at 98
Fine, pure linen satin damask,
beautiful patterns, two yards wide.
Our Jewelry Department
Splendid values In guaranteed
Jewelry, veil pins, brooches, rings,
bracelets, chains, lockets, fobs, but
tons, lodge buttons, etc
Cut Glass at a Fourth Off
The best for Xmas presents. A
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Genuine Bearcloth $158
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etc colors are red, white and champagne.
W.H:Markell&Cp.
LEADING EAST. SIDE DEPARTMENT: STORE
y East Monison, Cor. Union Avenue'
A Perpetual
Christmas Gift
A Beautiful Piano
or Pianola Piano
A Gift for
All flic Family
If you have been worried about the selection of family Christmas
gifts, you cannot solve the question better than by sending a Piano
or Pianola Piano home on Christmas morning. It will be a gift
for every member of the family and for every Christmas for years
to come; it will serve as a constant reminder of the giver. Our
method of conducting the piano business makes it easier and safer
than ever before to buy a high-grade piano. One price and one
small profit always prevail.
Forty Makes ol the Best-Known
Pianos From Which to Choose x
Prices, invariably from a fourth to a third less than in any other
Portland store. Liberal allowance for pianos taken in exchange.
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Store Open Every
Until Christmas
THE HOUSE
OF HIGHEST
QUALITY
' BIGGEST
BUSIEST
AND BEST
353 Washington Street, Corner of Park.
orty Stores in the West.