The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Tqesaay Morning.1 July 4. 1933
PAGE TWO-
By HAZEL
UVINGSTON
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- "No Favor Sways Vt; No Fear SliaU Aw"
' From First Statesman, March 28, 1851
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"This Country of Yours"
niHE irood old USA has been put under the microscope, the
A stethoscope and the periscope in recent years so its IQ,
its character, its personality may be duly measured ana ap
praised. A recent musical comedy "Of thee I sing" satirized
akillfullv this countrv of ours: and thousands flocked to the
theatre to listen to America roasted in verse and song. Then
there was the book "Middletown" in which a survey was
made of a definite city, typically American, Muncie, Indiana ;
and the results of the survey assembled and discussed by the
authors. The picture was one of a rather drab and mediocre
society. Recently we have had the projection ot the movie
makers' imagination in "Gabriel over the White House",
whose forecast of future happenings is in considerable degree
a reflection of existing conditions.
There was Dublished last year a book entitled "Thi3
Country of Yours", author Morris Markey, who approached
the study of the USA by making individual contacts in all
parts of the country. Traveling in a flivver Markey visited
city and country, prairie and mountain, coast and interior,
and talked with particular people in particular places in an
effort to get the correct colors for the picture he was paint
ing of "this country of ours". The interviews are done with
a true reporter's skill.
There is the general manager of a West Virginia coal
mine, college graduate ; as Markey says of him :
"He was a success and he was, at bottom, far less content
ed with his life than , the meanest apprentice loafer I met In all
his mines." j
When Markey asked him what he lived by :
"His wife interrupted with a thin, ironic smile. 'We live by a
hundred thousand tons of coal a week and a daily chart from the
production engineer's office. On Sunday morning we go to church
and worship coal. If we ever have a child, I'm going to name the
thing Bituminous.' "
There was a Springfield, Ohio man, a manufacturer
whose fortune had been wiped out, but who was very phil
osophic about it, remarking:
"That is what makes me optimistic. We're coming into some
sort ot maturity. We're discovering that most of the goals we
fought for were pretty foolish, because now that they are taken
away from us we're glad of it. We had a country full of wealthy,
miserable people, bored and disillusioned by the rewards of
money. Next time, they may be able to think of some sensible use
for, it.
Oregon is skipped by Mr. Markey. Unfortunately his Se
attle interview was with the late Scott Bullitt, a transplant
ed Kentuckian, who gave hardly a complete picture of the
great northwest.
The book is engaging reading; and the selected photo
graphs make an interesting composite of the whole country.
In making his own "cast account" Markey is critical of news
papers as independent organs of opinion, describing the
press as "an approximation of moral bankruptcy, in that it
is a moral force merely by the accident of the news it prints
rather than the design of its several proprietors." Regarding
the church, he concludes:
"Nowhere did I encounter a genuine religious feeling. Ev
erywhere I encountered skepticism, distrust, or amusement at
the belief of our fathers. And so I came to the conclusion that
Christianity is hardly to be considered at all as a force in
American life. In directing its cvrrent or its desires".
He does report "an intense eagerness to embrace the
amenities of art The urge is a vital one. It is not an escape
mechanism. It is not a by-end of the culture craze. It is a
very genuine movement, instinctive for the most part, to
ward the enrichment of existence, toward finding a satis
fying approach to life."
After observing that we pursue our destiny haphazard
ly, Markey summarizes:
- "The ideals and the aims upon which our country was
founded have disappeared. They no longer occupy our minds,
privately or publicly. Freedom and equality, self-government
and the pursuit ot happiness survive only as phrases for Fourth
ot July orators. Nor have these worthy desires been replaced by
other ideals, other aims."
We have undertaken to review "This country of Yours'
CHAPTER XX said at last, T hope yoa arent go-
-WtSL WL so this is the young lnto get nerraafika Babe."
. Wf Tk i&wiilEJnaV'sh; PN Mh M-hi not nervous.
man!" Aunt Ervia boomed. She
was shaking his hand, he was laugh
ing1 and talking-, so naturally, so
easily .'. . ,
Joan lifted her eyas to look at
Aunt Ervia. Shoes first, the famil
iar broad, black kid ones. The black
brocade dress with the funny lace
frills ... the diamond brooch with
4th "IPIt gunb,rrrt fvfw donV Do you bear met-
. i "ijooX wnat, - Aunt
boring' into hers, the flash of her big
whit teeta . . . eiiex, eiier itney
didnt fit very well) ... "How are
Aunt Eyrie,"
Oh yea, yoa are. Do yon take
ma for a fool? What is it. Joan
yon haven't been fool enough to blab
about that mechanic to anybody
hare yont"
o i narem."" r
I thourfat roa mirht. Girls tell
all they know sometimes. WelL
yon, Joanl" The big' hand shaking!
Evriel"
Joan's voice was J oat a whisper, a
shamed, thin whisper.
"DonT let that young-man know.
Above all keep that mewing old cat
of a mother of his off the track."
The deep old voice dropped to a
rumbling stage-whisper. - "Don't
trust her. I could say more, but the
leas you know the better off youll
Joan clutched her arm. "What do
BITS for BREAKFAST
-By R. J. HENDRICKS-
4th of July
In Salem, 1848:
V
(Continuing from Sunday:)
"If, in our case, the representa
tive system ultimately fails, pop
ular systems of government must
be pronounced impossible. No
combination of circumit ances
more favorable to the experiment
can ever be expected to occur; the
last hopes of mankind therefore
rests with us, and if it should be
proclaimed that our example had
become an argument against the
experiment, the knell of popular
liberty would be sounded through
out the J earth. These are excite
ments to duty they are not sug
gestions of doubt.
V
"While the spirit of union tri
umphs, we have nothing to fear
from the animosities of party.
However turbulent, they wl be
harmless; like the commotions ot
the physical world, they will be
necessary. MAY THE DAT BE
FAR DISTANT WHEN IT SHALL
BE SAID OF THIS COUNTRY
THAT IT HAS NO PARTIES; for
it must also be said, 1f any be
bold enough to say it, that they
have no liberties.
"Let hawk-eyed Jealousy be
forever on the alert, to watch the
footsteps of power fear not par
ty teal, for it is the salt of your
existence. There are no parties un
der a despotism there, no - man
lingers around a ballot-box; no
man distracts his head aboat the
science of government there Is a
calm sea. j
-J
' "It la no rain remark to make
here that the eyes of the world
have been watching our republi
can form of government for 70
for a Fourth of July editorial. It la chastened nennle which years, during which time we have
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must listen to Fourth of July orations today. Our great
American eagle has so many of his wing feathers pulled
out that he is rather a drooping bird. The illusion of our
greatness, our uniqueness has passed. While not yet one
With Nineveh and Tyre, we are just one with France and
England and Japan. We are in disrepute abroad and bewil
derment at home. Mr. Markey has merely sketched for us
the picture all must recognize as true ; but we may conclude
with him:
."In the end, I think it is impossible to avoid a feeling of
deep affection Tor this expansive land ' that we inhabit, a
, warmth and perhaps sentimental devotion to Its generosity, Its
kindness, its courage, and its childlike simplicity. And so, ladies
and gentlemen, I give you my country: America a wilderness
crying tor a voice."
run the glorious race of empire;
friends have gased in fear, and
foes In scorn; but fear has turned
to joy, and scorn Is lost in won
der. The great and united exper
iments of American statesmen
have succeeded. Mankind beholds
the spectacle ot a land whose
Yesterdays
... Of Old Salem
Town Talks from The States
maa of Earlier Days
. Two speculative forces are pulling wheat and other commodity
prices higher and no one can say of a-certainty which horse is pull
ing the Heavier load. The tandem is speculation due to inflation
and rising price doe to crop shortage. Figures on the five leading
cereal crops of the United States, released Monday, estimate the
1133 totals at 3,938,000,000 bushels compared to 6,217,000,000 In
1132.- This year's mark Is the lowest reached since 1903. Dollar
devaluation Is doing the rest of the Job.
Some Oregon governor in the future Is going to utilize his
latent powers by the Issuance of honorary titles of colonel. Gov
ernor Laffoon, or is it Buffoon of Kentucky, has been handing out
titles la a great rate this year, his recent benevolence falling on
Cart Donaugh of Portland who now must decide whether to be call
ed "Colonel" or "District Attorney. The Kentucky practice would
heal the statehouso breach here: if Julius would plant his first
commission on Rufus and the next on Hal, Colonel Holman and
Colonel Hoss would be forced, noblesse oblige, to behave at board
meetings.
July 4, 1008
Several thousand Portlanders
to come here for celebration to
day, Oregon Electric agents esti
mates; otners , coming on excur
sion boats: Hon. Willis 8. Dant-
way to deliver July 4 oration in
Marion square; celebration In
eludes sports, races, baseball
games, two parades, baby show.
fireworks, and grand ball. 1
Dr. W. H. Byrd elected presl
dent ot Oregon State Medical so
ciety at Portland.
ATLANTA Joel Chandler
Harris, editor of Uncle Rumus
magazine, dies here July 3 at
age of 60 years.
Professor Moley went to England, but we didn't notice this
side ot the world tip up perceptibly when he stepped off the boat.
July 4, 1923
Wheat close is unsettled with
September 11.03, December
31.06 K, at Chicago.
, Many Grangers Out
For Picnic. Liberty
LIBERTY, July 2. - A crowd
ot grangers and their families at
tended the picnic ot the Red
Hills grange. A bountiful picnic
supper was spread on tables un
der the trees.
At dusk the crowd gathered
around a camp fire and sang.
Stunts were enjoyed and singing
by Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Pierre,
with guitar accompaniment.
ing event ot 40 years ago during
the Oklahoma "rush" in which ha
took part.
crown is wisdom whose herald
ry is talent; a land where public
sentiment is supreme, and where
every man erects the pyramid of
his own fame.
But the cry ot every American
citizen Is, 'our country! our coun
try!' On pur country heaven's
highest blessings are descending.
I would not, for I need not, use
the language of inflation; but the
decree has gone forth, and as sure
as the blue arch of heaven is in
beauty above us, SO SURE WILL
IT SPAN THE MIGHTIEST DO
MINION OF THE EARTH; imag
ination cannot outstrip reality,
when it contemplates our destin
ies as a people.
m
One half century ago, the rich
and extensive country situated
between the Allegheny and Stony
mountains slept in solitary liveli
ness; fifty years changed the
character of that country, and
very nearly blotted from its face
the peculiar people that once in
habited it. Art in a great measure
has usurped the power of nature:
the children of education are too
powerful for the tribes ot abor-
iginees that inhabit this continent.
As a race, they have withered,
and will continue to do so until
their arrows are all broken their
springs all dried up; their wig
warns returned to the dust; their
eounell fires will go out: their
war-cry; will not bo heard: they
nave been long slnkinar before the
i i . hi . . . "
luigmr uae wnicn nas oeen Dress
ing them from the rising of the
sun to tne setting; they will soon
hear the roar ot the last wave that
will settle over them forever: aces
hence the inquisitive white man.
as ne stands by some growing
city, will wonder to what manner
or persons they belonged.
"American citizens, von should
feel proud that your destinr has
been cast, at this particular age of
tne world, where the pious men
in the desert region may build a
city of refuge, around which they
may erect an impregnable wall of
safety, to enjoy and perpetuate
religious freedom; the sacred her
ald of civil liberty, on the Dorick
columns ot which a majestic tem
ple has been raised, and they who
dwell within its walls will 'never
bow. in bondage to man, until they
forget to bend in reverence to
God."
S
The reader will recall in the
above that "the Oregon Rangers
were out in run force, and march
ed, to the camp meeting stand.1
Who were the Oregon Rangers T
The article In the Salem Direct
ory for 1872 said: "On the 22nd
of May, a meeting of the dtisens
was held at the residence ot Mr.
Daniel Waldo, .... and after ad
opting several preambles and res
olutions the company was organ
ued by electing the following: of
ficers: captain, Charles Bennett
1st lieutenant, A. A. Robinson
2nd lieutenant. Isaac Hntchins
3d lieutenant., Hiram English; or-
aeriy sergeant. William Herren
1st corporal, P. O. Kaiser: 2nd
corporal, Robert Walker: 3d cor
poral, B. Forest; 4th corporal,
John Rowe." This was on May 22,
lSlf. 1
That was evidently a reorganji
atjon of the Oregon Rangers. Wit
ness this from the first volume of
Bancroft's Oregon History, page
283: "The death of LeBreton
(George W. LeBreton), who was
an active young American, and
conspicuous in early politics of
the colony, was severely -felt; and
nubile meeting was caued at
Champoeg to consider the subject
of the (Indian) outbreak (called
the 'Cockstock affair'), the result
of which was the formation ot a
volunteer company of mounted ri
flemen under the name of Oregon
Rangers, this being the first mil
itary organization in the territory.
(Not yet a territory, of course.)
This meeting was called by the
executive committee- of the col
ony (provisional government),
and was held at the house ot La-
Chapelle, on French Prairie,
March 0, 1344. (Dr.) W. H. Will
son was chairman and T. D. Kal-
Ber secretary. The men enlisted at
the time were T. D. Kaiser, who
was elected captain; J. L. Morris
on, 1st lieutenant; R. J. Cason,
ensign; Chas. P. Matt, Ira C Hut
chins, R. H. Ekin, Peter Bralnard,
Nathan Sutton, William Delaney,
James R. Patterson, John Ed
monds, Nineveh Ford, William J.
Martin, James Martin, Webley
Halixhurst, John Anderson, Joel
Turnham, J. M. Garrison. Joseph
Holman, John Ford, Chas. E.
Pickett, John B. Kaiser, Daniel
Waldo, Lindsay Applegate and W.
H. Gray. Commissions were Issued
to the officers April 3d, signed by
D. Hill, J. Gale and A. Beers, ex
ecutive committee, and Overton
Johnson, secretary."
(Continued tomorrow.)
aers, heartily, like a man. That was
all. "How are too. Joan?" And
Joan's ! knees, knocking, knock
ins; . . ."
. Aunt Ervie knew it. Knew she
was afraid. Her bir. sanare head
nodded reassuringly, almost kindly. I yon mean. Aunt Errie t
The onyx and gold earrings wob-l "Nothing. Humph. Nothing.
oxea in ner nig rea ears ... uo
not be afraid, Joan ... do not
tremble ... what do we Van
Fleets car for these people?"
She even made Mrs. Baratow
nervous. Joan could feel it. all I
through the long-dinner. She drank
her soup with a dreadful sucking
noise . . . the false teeth again.
Ate steadily through all the courses
that most of the others hardly
touched. They had to sit and wait
for her.
She might hare been the Em
press of China, dininsr alone.
Only once did she sneak and that
waa when Mrs. Farley asked about
zsane.
v "I knew Cornelia, yon used to call
her Babe, didnt yon? when she
was a girl. I'm so sorry she couldn't
come tonignt."
Errie chased a pea around her
nearly empty plate, and swallowed
it before she answered. "Oh, she
never goes out. She's one pf those
nervous women. I hope Joan does ntl
turn out that warl
Joan knew they were all looking'
at her. She twisted her napkin un
der ui tablecloth.
spirited little thing." Aunt Errie
went on, speaking to Mrs. Farley
and booming1 so that she could- be
heard a mile, "but she looks kind of
peaked and washed out tonight. I
used to think she'd turn out more
like tne.
Old Mr. Moss choked in his big
white silk handkerchief.
It was an endless and uncom
fortable dinner.
At last they were going. The Far-
leys and the Mosses and the Gid
dings last. Then only Aunt Errie
was left.
She beckoned Joan to accompany
her upstairs while Curtis went to
summon Roberts and the car to take
her to the ferry.
Slyly she closed the door of the
guest room where she had left her
black silk cape with the brownish
sealskin collar, and the stiff black
lace hat with the wobbly red rose.
" "5h-hhh she whispered, "are
these walls rood? Can they near?"
"No, I dont think so. What
what is it. Aunt Erne?"
Aunt Errie leaned against the
door to make sure. Come closer. I
dont want the whole house to hear."
"Miss Van Fleet! Joan did your
aunt go?" It was Curtis, calling
from the stairs.
"Walls like paper!" Errie gnrnt
ed. and opened the door a crack. "Ill
be right down, thank yon. I'm just
ttinsrmy hat I
She closed the door again, and ad-
ranced to the mirror with the stiff
black lace hat, with its wobbly wired
up rose. "Just like the young; men
of today. No patience. Want yoa
to be en the more. WelL he's all
right, Joan. You're done well for
yourself."
The hat pins, a litJe rusty,
saueaked through the outlandish old
has. Out of her bis; black sflk bag
aha took her white gloves, began to
force them on her thick, blunt fin
gers.
8ekly,, Mrs. Barstow said when
Curtis returned, after kinsr Joan
home. She had waited up for him.
Oh, ahe's all right," he said
easily. . "Little tired, that's alL"
"Yes, but I dont like her pallor.
It's unnatural. And yoa heard what
Miss Van Fleet said about nerves.
Curtis, yon dont know 'what it
would mean to hare to lire with a
nervous woman. There's nothing1
worse. They're always imagining
things, brooding-" -
"Yoa never imagine anything,"
he smiled, a little coldly.
She came andput her white hand
on his arm. Tne old, fluttering
movement, "I wish yoa wouldnt
speak to mother that way. I dont
like it, dear. Yoa arent yourself
lately. Whenever I try to speak of
Joan "
"Whenever yoa speak of her
there's a fight. I wish yon would
talk of something else"
"Curtis!"
"I'm sorry, mother blew up, rzn
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pf 1 1 1
"Yoa haven't been fool enough to blab about that mechanic to anybody.
hare your asked Aunt .rne.
that that young fool calling again? :
I believe it is. Hand me my cape.
Now you mark my words, you're
safe as long- as yoa use your head.
But let that boy get wind of it, and
he'd drop yon quicker than a hot
cake just like that"
"No Aunt Erne no"
"Oh yes. I know his kind. Now
don't look at ma like that, Joan
Hastings! I declare yoa never got
that soft streak from the Van
Fleets. Brace up! What the mat
ter with yon? What do you care
for these Barstows? Bah! He
ought to be proud to marry a Van
Fleet"
She patted Joan's shoulder. Tm
ashamed of you. Bunch of nerves.
No excuse for it. Well. 1 must be
going1. I think there is a little seed
irl bracelet in tne bank ill send
you. in sorry tnere isn t mnca
left, I Intend yon shall hare some
of the surer and linens for a wed
ding; present. Your third of what
Mama had."
And still Joan huns? her head.
Aunt Errie waa tolerant, she had
had a rood dinner, the risit had
amused ner. She took Joan's small
cold hands in her bis warm ones.
Joan leaned against the bed post "Dont be a fooL" she said, almost
watchinr. There waa nothing
say. Nothixur and ererythinr.
Aunt Erne studied her in the
mIsbbao if 1 TV t T se sitjsjl fkMAn sla
luutvii ucuifcsaw cjsaMt ssswavwu-
ly. "Yoa hare changed, Joan," aba
affectionately. 1 was always fond
efyoo.rirL I missed yoa. Well"
She reached for the door. "Good
bye. Brace vat. Keen your head!
"X do nope Joan isn retng to be
rather jumpy. Too much fuss. If
only I could cat all this out, and
simply marry her
".Promise me yoa won t do tnat.
Curtis promise me yoa wont "
"Oh well I wont. I wonT soon
your plans, but it's getting on my
nerves this long; wait."
"Joan set the date " she said. "It
is she who put it off to June. Don't
blame me for it "
The seventeenth of June. -Joan
had set the date. It had seemed a
ion; rfiy on wnen sue set it, and
now it waa so fast. April already.
ion simply must stop work."
Maisie scolded. "If yon dont stop
pretty soon IH get Fanny to fire
yonl
"Yoa wouldn't do that I Oh
Maisie yoa wouldnt !" Joan cried
sharply. "I'd go crazy with nothing
to do but go to afternoon affairs.
Seeing the same nrls .all the
time I couldn't stand it truly I
couldnt!" And her eyes were dark
and wide, pleading'. Pleading with
Maisie to let her keep her work.
The work that kept her in the shop,
away from the chattering:, laughing
gills. . .
"WeB if yoa feel that way about
it." Maisie said. She sighe and
picked up her embroidery. A lunch
eon set for Joan.
Her heart ached. She knew,
Maisie.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
TUMBLES FROM POXY
8PRINO VALLEY. July 3.
Doris Windsor, youngest daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. F. R. Wind
sor, met with an accident Thurs
day while riding her pony
through the pasture. She either
fell or was thrown oft receiving
blow on the bsck of the head
which made her delirious for
some time. She is now recovering.
The Call
Board
By OLIVE M. DOAR
EL8IXORB
Today John Barrymara In
"Reunion la Vienna."
Wednesday Lionel Barry
mora in "Looking Forward."
CAPITOL
Today "Gold Diggers
1I33."
Mill City Home Open
To Visit of Son and
Family From Buckley
MEHAMA. July 3. Mr. and
Mrs. Harrison Nya Phillips, and
family of Buckley, Wash., ar
rived hero Thursday for a two
weeks' visit with Mr. Phillip's
parents and relatives. Mr. Phil
lips is principal of the Buckley
high school.
Dr. Thome ot Salem was a
Wednesday visitor here when he
came to see his son. Bill Thome,
who is working at Hammond
Lumber camp No. 28. Dr. Thome
motored to the foot of the hill
at Mill City and hiked to camp,
this being his first visit to a
logging camp.
Miss Wara Wilson has an
nounced her betrothal to Maurice
A. Cothron, the weddinr onto be
ing set tor July 22 at the Mill
City Christian church. Miss Wil
son has selected as bridesmaids
the Misses Jessie Moe and Kath
aleen Qnllhot,
BUILDING NEW SHED
LIBERTY. July 3. Oscar and
Clifford Dencer are building a
large Implement shed to house
their farm machinery.
of
GRAXD
Today - Baddy Rogers and
Marion Nixon la "Best el
Enemies." -Thursday
Ralph Morgan.
Vietor Jory la "Trick for
Trick."
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Continuous Performance
Today 9 to 11 pun.
JUST-A-WEE-B1T-NAUGHTY
HOLLYWOOD
Today Wheeler and Wool
sey in "So This is Africa,"
Wednesday- "Twenty, Thou
- sand Years."
Friday Tom Mix la "Ter
ror Trail.!
AUBURN Auburn a e h o o 1
board lets contract to Jones ft
Larsea for building of modern.
two-room school house.
WANDERER COMES HOME
: GATES. July 8. G.- R. Ross,!
old-time resident of Gates, has
returned to this city after having
spent four years at Portervllle,
Calif. Mr. Ross says that Cali
fornia got too hot ' for him and
he was homesick for Oregon. He
left Portervllle two weeks : ago
and the day he left the mercury!
A. H. Moore apartment house!
end store bnOding in 200 block, !
North High street, to bo com
pleted In August.
SHELBY, Mont Only 7010 to
10,000 fans expected hero tor
July : 4 championship boxing!
match between Dempsey ani; Gib-
bons, though arena bailt to
Ttt the pp4s ot mtf ays, tmt
I v rarscrrr r?MnMnnc
ln..jj.. n... v. II.J.H MImh I I
Also a Colored Review
'TLEASURE ISLAND"
Kews and Comedy
Wednesday & Thursday
Are Dime Nttes
oKoKo
2
MBastHHBsHMwisBBVsfaiMn3HBM
NOW PLAYING!
Bigger
Street"
f
Than
WelrasA
' AWfticl 8pft I
- tKow-wHfcjS I r
CraotSronand
WeTbo4 2C0V V Y
-Balcony 25c
- Floor 35c - ;
Last Times Today!
Coatlnaous Today 2 to 11 p.m.
Gay, naughty, saucy The
wittiest screen romance
m years! ,
JOHN BARRYMORE
In
"Reunion in Vienna"
wtth PUa Wyyar
Tomorrow and Thursday
NEED
COURA
'w'
. . . . i.
An uKpirins; orst-
, of today, that
will move yow to
cheers and tears!
LIOHCL
of m
J
BARfWMQRE
"LOOKING
FORWARD"
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