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About Washington County news. (Forest Grove, Washington County, Or.) 1903-1911 | View Entire Issue (July 28, 1904)
3 jest. It may salute the old with passed by, and he saw it not. Aye, tender veneration, but youth is some there were a thousand forms hidden in the rock! thing to look upon and be glad. There were angels flying through a Like the worshipers on the temple of the sun, we meet here today to starry heaven, bearing heraldic ban greet the dawn. We have come to ners, blowing heroic trumpets and rep see the unfolding flower of youth break resenting another sculptor’s vision of into the full bloom of life. To see victory. The statue was there, for he jass from this temple of culture a cut away the useless chips and found jand of our brightest and best, not to it. return again. We come to say a few And yet another came to a like words to them of congratulation for stone, and great tears stood in his eyes, ronors won, for trials bravely met, for and his heart stood still and he obstructions surmounted. ooked down at the stone and then up into the far blue dome of heaven. But there is little we can do to aid them. Advice, based upon our own And with a look of utter consecration experience, will be of little worth. in his fair young face, he cut away the They will meet new conditions and useless cloak of stone and uncovered deal with elements yet unknown. the form of a human head. They will go into fields unfurrowed But was it human? The sad and patient face was more pitiful than any and unsown. All we can give them is our heart’s yet seen among men. The deep and best prayer, colored and illuminated solemn eyes seemed hoarding up some with love and hope. All over the land glorious and unaccomplished vow. are fair companies like this, going out The flowing, splendid hair curled with to swell the martial multitude of a piteous p'eading as we have seen trained youth, marching to the con that of a tortured child. The wan lips R esid e n ce o f M r s . R o g e rs quest of the earth. seemed creeping in distress to cover E . A . J e ro m e , A r c h it e c t an d B u ild e r. There is something nobly pathetic up their cries. It needed neither crown of thorns in the movement of these armies of nor aureole to tell us that it was the the young into the great battle. Who can look down the long vista head of the dying Christ! of coming years and say what is in And yet we had passed by and did not see! store for one of these? They have youth, strength, health Professor, teacher, have you seen and luminous minds. I believe they this miraculous power latent in your pupil? have been well trained. Did you suppress it with light For the good of the race, for the sake of honor, for the debt we owe to mockery? Did you advise him to be the great old days, I trust they have more practical; to repress his high been neither trained to understand, (Continued on Twelfth page) nor have grown to believe, that the sole purpose, or the PRINCIPAL pur C. L. Large, M. D. pose of the keen weapons with which they have been armed, is to carve a . . . PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON . way to wealth. We shill trust that the faculties of Diseases of women a specialty. the mind which grovel and dig after Oregon things sordid and gross have not been Forest Grove, - - cultivated at the expense of those higher powers that build the temples that never are thrown down. We T h e L a u g h lin H o te l need trained hands, trained hearts and E . A . J e ro m e , A r c h it e c t a n d B u ild e r trained tongues, but more than all, the world needs trained IMAGINATIONS. And the angel seeing our faces flush We have overdeveloped shrewdness “ Open The Gates’’ with the fervid kiss of the sun of morn and the ambition for wealth, and the Will L. Thompson, the poet lawyer ing, and cloud with care as we press ease and comfort it is supposed to who so often comes to Forest Grove, into the gloom, might cry aloud as he bring with it. We have cultivates Scalp Treatment, Facial delivered the commencement ad spreads his wings for realms of eternal the strong reasoning faculties, ant Masage, given attention dress at the University of Washing sunshine: “ Oh joy and sorrow! Oh taught them to drudge for us in every Cheropody and Manicuring ton last month. It is a beautiful light and darkness! Oh morning and avenue of thought and industry. We production and we reprint it with evening! Oh life and death! I have have crowded the memory with the Consultation Costs You Nothing Mr. Thompson’s permission. rules of our own and other languages, seen the drama of humanity.” MADEMOISELLE LA COURSE If an angel could stand on Mars, But we, who cling to the rolling in order that we may enjoy the charms MRS. 9. HURTRAMfF, Aulilint and look with unclouded vision across globe, thank the Awful One who keeps of worldwide literature. Comer Fotrah and Paci. Ave. the sea of light that rushes earthward the vigil of the universe that there is But I fear we have been less carefu from the sun, he would behold one a little less night than day. That to foster and upbuild the power of that face of our planet luminous with the there is no land cloaked in eterna greatest of all our endowments, the borrowed splendor, the other face gloom—that wonderful creative faculty, the imagi black with the mask of midnight. “ It is always morning somewhere nation. He would see that, because of the And above the wakening continents Naturally it is more developed in sun’s greater diameter, the wavjs of from shore to shore some than in others. light passing the rim of the earth upon Somewhere the birds are singing One will pass by a great cube o every side, converge until they meet evermore.” marble that has been squared anc or in outer space, creating a cone of Light banishes darkness, joy drives dressed by the masons. His imagina shadow, a mighty reeling cone of away sorrow, hope triumphs over de tion only sees its surface beauty. To darkness “within whose concave base spair, and noble youth comes on to him it is a noble corner-stone or a earth rolls eternally.” grasp and bear the banner that falls massive pedestal for a column. But another comes, a n d he looks To him the scene would appear as from the nerveless hand of age. and part of a mighty tradegy. The fair The endless succession of night anc into the gT eat s t o n e , not upon it. Farm Implements earth clasped in the dusky, irresistible morning is nature’s mightiest meta His trained and luminous imagina arms of the sable monster, the two phor of life and death, of youth ant tion sees within the stone Laocoon Done neatly and practically bound together in life and death, 1 he age, and appeals to the imagination as wrestling with the strangling serpents. at prices you can well Othello and Desdemona of the middle no other phenomenon of the universe He takes his hammer and chisel and afford. Bring your can appeal. Infancy begins in the cuts away the surplus and unnecessary heavens. work to my shop And this restless whirling of the darkened land of no memory. Youth material, and all the world sees the ....A T THE OLD T A tT O B Y .... earth in the concave base of the is the full sunburst of the militant wonderful statue. The desperate face, the straining colossal cone brings us out of the mom, and age looks westward where muscles, the writhing snakes, horror skies are lurid and the darkening fires darkness into the smile of the sun, and the shadow of oncoming death; of the red sunset bum. and it is morning. It sweeps us back all these were there when the first man All the world loves the morning into the shadow, and it is night. Some Forest Grove Homes SPECIAL REPAIRING Wagons... ...Buggies John Stribich