The Hermiston herald., August 26, 1937, Image 11

THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON
Thursday, August 26, 1937
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IN THE KEYSTONE STATE
A Crocheted Rug
Is a Lifetime Joy
Way Back When
ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
By J E A N N E
SC IE N T IST WAS BORN IN
SL A V E R Y
I_I IS master traded a broken-down
I J race horse, worth about $300,
Site of America's First Oil Well.
The Things That Last Are All
in Pennsylvania, Said Kipling
Prepared by National Geographic Society,
Washington, D. C.— W N U Service.
FTER having visited the six-
k ty-seven counties of Penn­
sylvania, trod the streets of all
its teeming cities, gazed on its
noble mountains, sauntered
through all its glorious high­
land valleys, motored along all
its fine rivers, traveled through
its dense, young forests, in­
spected its finest farming areas
and studied its amazing indus­
tries, it becomes easy to under­
stand how Kipling, after a
transcontinental trip, could
write:
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“They are there, there with earth
immortal
(Citizens, I give you friendly
warning);
The things that truly last when men
and time have passed,
They are all in Pennsylvania this
morning.”
From the heart of Market street
in Philadelphia to the famous
“Point” in Pittsburgh and Logs-
town down the Ohio; from Easton
and Bethlehem to New Castle and
Sharon; from busy Chester on the
Delaware to thriving Erie on the
lake; from Matamoras, farthest
east community, to Greene, the
southwesternmost county; the his­
toric, the eye-delighting, and the
industrial are bound together in
every prospect.
Where the commerce of Philadel­
phia throbs, William Penn lived;
Benjamin Franklin wrought and
philosophized; the Declaration of In­
dependence had its birth; and the
federal Constitution was created.
Where Braddock fought and was
fatally wounded now lives a teem­
ing population, and hard by are
some of the principal industrial
plants of the world. The Edgar
Thompson Steel mills, the Westing-
house Electric, and scores of others
stand on ground that was within
earshot of the fateful battle; and it
is stated that a heavier tonnage
moves within twelve miles of Brad­
dock’s field than in any other area
of its size.
Vast Industries Are There.
The coal that comes down the
Monongahela; the ore that moves
from the Great Lakes; the iron and
steel fabricated in the Pittsburgh
district’s scores of mighty plants;
all the commodities bound east and
west and north and south by rail
and river—all these, the most con­
centrated tonnage in the world, pass
by or within a dozen miles of the
spot where the hostile savage
turned back the English forces.
On the Ohio between Economy
and Baden, where Dam No. 4
stretches across the river, is the
vast plant of the Byers company,
manufacturers of wrought iron. In
front of the plant offices is a marker
which proclaims the site of Logs-
town, where George Washington,
carrying the greatest “message to
Garcia” of all our history, negotiat­
ed and bargained with the Half King
and his confreres for an escort to
Fort Le Bouef.
Across the bridge, a stone’s throw
down the highway, is a smaller
marker proclaiming the site where
Gen Anthony Wayne had his win­
ter camp.
in signt across the river is the
factory-studded area where Queen
Aliquippa had her cornfields.
Here where Indian conferences
created tribal agreements and
wampus belts sealed bargains be­
tween redskins and paleface, giant
furnaces and mills now mix slag
and purified iron and produce more
than half of the nation’s wrought-
iron pipe.
Almost Forgotten Romance.
Everybody knows the stories oi
Gettysburg and Valley Forge, but
how many .know the story of Ole
Bull and his castle in the wilds ol
the big woods of the Kettle creek
country? Every travel folder and
historical map tell of the chiei
points of interest in Philadelphia,
Harrisburg. Pittsburgh, and Erie,
but who hears of the birth and boy­
hood days of Robert E. Peary spent
at Cresson, of Prince Gallitzin’s su­
perb work in the heart of the Al­
leghenies, of Horace Greeley’s Uto­
pia, or of the French settlement at
Asylum?
Likewise, everyone knows some­
thing of the oil romances of Titus­
ville and Oil City, but how few know
of the rejuvenation methods in the
Bradfprd field now in full swing!
The story of Ole Bull’s hapless ad­
venture in the heart of the Big
Woods, where the Viking virtuoso
dreamed his dream of “a new Nor­
way, consecrated to Liberty, bap­
tized with Independence, and pro­
tected by the Union’s mighty flag,”
is one that stirs the heart of every
admirer of the artist.
During his concert tours through
the South, Ole Bull had encountered
many of his countrymen, whose ef­
forts to acclimate themselves in
balmier areas than the lands of
their birth had brought them priva­
tions, hardships, and ill health.
Their appeals had touched him.
Later, when touring northern Penn­
sylvania, he found in the heart of
Potter county a large area rem­
iniscent of Viking land itself. He
bought it and started to build there
his “new Norway.”
Some 800 of his countrymen
flocked to his haven in the heart of
the mountains.
Three hundred
houses, a store, and a church were
built. For himself, he erected a rus­
tic castle of unhewn, unmortared
stone on a little bluff overlooking
Kettle creek
End of Ole Bull’s Colony.
In the intervals between concert
tours, the violinist would go among
his people. There he would seat
himself on the ramparts of his cas­
tle, and “reproduce the rush and
roar of rapid streams, the frolic of
the winds through the rocky glens,
and the tempest’s crash on the
mountain top.”
To this day as one motors down
the historic old Coudersport and
Jersey Shore turnpike, past the
hamlet of Oleona, one may see the
remains of the old castle and fancy
he hears Kettle creek and its rocky
glens echoing back the music that
imitated them fourscore years ago.
All went well with this new Nor­
way of America until one night
when Ole Bull was entertaining
some friends in his castle. A mes­
senger rode up and carried a notice
from the actual owner of the prop­
erty. The men who had sold it to
him had no title. The real owner
was a Philadelphia merchant.
For five years Ole Bull fought a
losing battle in the courts against
those who had sold him land they
did not own, earning the costs of
his suit by his concerts. In the end
he got small damages. But mean­
while the colony had perished.
Prince Gallitzin’s Mission.
In the heart of the Alleghenies,
high above Johnstown and Altoona,
there are markers, memorials, and
institutions which preserve the
memory of a prince who elected to
become a pauper in order to serve
the cause of Christ and to carry
His message of benevolence and
brotherly kindness to the humble
mountain folk of the region. Prince
Demetrius Augustine Gallitzin was
bom in Holland in 1770. His father
was Russian ambassador to the
Netherlands and his mother the
daughter of a field marshal of Fred­
erick the Great.
At the age of seventeen he picked
up a Bible in a bookstore and be­
gan to study it, with the result that
he became a convert of the Church.
Later his father sent him to Amer­
ica for a season of travel. Once
here he decided to spend a season’s
theological studies in Baltimore.
Then, after ordination in 1793, he
started out as a traveling mission­
ary. Erecting a log church on the
west slope of the Alleghenies, he
traveled far and wide, visiting
homes where bare floors were his
bed, his saddle a pillow, and his
food the coarsest mountain fare
Prince Gallitzin lost his all. His
,ather left what was to have been
his patrimony to his sister. But he
used the money his mother gave
him for his mountain mission work,
and at Loretto that work is still
carried on in the flne missions,
schools, and churches he founded.
for George Washington Carver
when he wns a little pickaninny |
just before the Civil war. Today i
h' is the pride of the negro race i
A worn-out speller wcs the only
education available to him until he
was ten years old, when he attended
a small school in Neosho, Mo. He
slept in a barn there and did odd
jobs to earn a living while learn­
ing. The young r.egro boy’s thirst
for knowledge grew, and he went
on to finish his elementary school
education in Fort Scott, Kan., where
he worked as a hotel cook, a dish­
washer, and a housekeeper. Later
he bent over wash tubs night after
night doing laundry for people, to
pay his way through high school. He
worked as a hotel clerk for awhile
and then entered Simpson college
at Indianola, Iowa, where he earned
his tuitior. by doing odd jobs.
Three years later, George Wash­
ington Carver went or to Iowa State
university, graduating with a de­
gree in agriculture. In two more
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“ Soft and Deadly”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
trouble with Leo Caron was that he had it too soft, in
fact, so soft it doggone near killed him. That’s a new sort of
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complaint for an adventurer to be making. But it’s a fact, just
the same.
Leo lives in New York City, but in 1916, when he was a kid, his home
was in New Bedford, Mass. He was twelve years old then, and just a
few blocks away from the house he lived in were the Gosnold Cotton
mills—a collection of great, rambling buildings full of all sorts of things
that a kid would be interested in.
All the kids in Leo’s neighborhood played around those mills—
that is they did when the mill people didn't catch up with them.
Some of the workers didn’t mind. But if the bosses saw them they
were chased out. Leo says he didn’t blame those bosses much.
“We weren’t any Little Lord Fauntleroys around our neighbor­
hood,” he says, “and some of our pranks must have cost the
mill owners a lot of money.”
There was one place in that mill that the kids liked better than all
the rest. That was a big room that was used to store the cotton in after
it was unbaled. The bales were pulled apart and the cotton blown through
tubes into a huge pile in the middle of the storeroom floor. It came out
of the blower all fuzzy and soft—the softest stuff Leo had ever seen. That
was the trouble with it—as Leo was to find out later. It was so dog­
gone soft that it almost killed Leo.
Boys Liked to Dive Into the Cotton.
years he won his Mastei ot Science
degree, and was made a member of
the faculty, so impressive were his
accomplishments in agricultural
chemistry. In 1897, he took charge
of the agricultural department at
Tuskegee institute, it Alabama,
leading negro university.
The contributions George Wash­
ington Carver has made to agricul­
ture of the South are outstanding.
He was among the first to advocate
crop rotation for worn-out soil and
he has developed hundreds of com­
mercially useful articles from the
principal agricultural products of
Southern states. From the peanut
alone Carver made 285 products and
from the sweet potato 118. Thomas
A. Edison once invited him to work
with him, but he preferred to con­
centrate on problems of southern
agriculture.
In addition to his prominence in
science, George Washington Carver
is an accomplished musician.
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STAR PITCHER WAS A COTTON
PICKER
There was little work to do in that big room. Its only occupant
was a big fellow who weighed in the neighborhood of three hundred pounds,
and his sole duty was to push the cotton down through a great tube when
it was needed in the room below. But he only had to do that at certain
intervals. A good part of the time he wasn’t there at all. And in those
intervals, kids used to run all over the place.
The kids had one favorite stunt that they did in that room.
They would sneak through the mill yard, run for the big room
full of cotton, climb up on a partition that divided the room into
stalls, and jump down onto the edge of the big soft pile of fluffy
stuff.
They always jumped feet first, and like as not they’d sink in up to
their knees before their feet came to rest on the solid floor. That was
near the edge where the cotton wasn’t very deep. They never got
near the middle of the pile. They had no time for that. That big fellow
might come back any minute and catch them. They always jumped,
and then ran as fast as they could for the door.
One day, when none of the other kids were around, Leo Caron sneaked
into the mill alone. It was just about half an hour before closing time as
he went up the stairs, ducked into the store-room and climbed onto the
partition. As he was ready to take the jump a thought occurred to him.
Here was his chance to try out a new triok and show it to the other kids
the next time they all came up together.
Leo Couldn’t Get Out Again.
Leo poised himself on the top of the partition. But instead of jump­
ing he raised his arms and dived head first right into the middle of the
pile of cotton.
That pile was ten or twelve feet high in the middle. "I had dived,”
Leo says, “with my arms together, palms touching over my head. That
wedge-like formation of my arms carried me deep into the cotton.
From where I lay I couldn’t see anything, but it seemed to me that I
had penetrated that mass of fluff until I was buried completely.
It was hard to breathe, under all that cotton, and the topsy-turvy
position I was in was most uncomfortable I knew I would suffocate
if I stayed there long, and I decided that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to
get out of that pile as soon as possible.
But getting out of that pile wasn't going to be so easy as getting ini
Leo tried to get out—and found that he could hardly move a
muscle. The cotton had packed down tight against him, and all
his wriggling only served to put him deeper into the pile. That
soft stuff was like quicksand—and slowly but surely it was smoth­
ering him.
Says he: “No one had seen me come in—and it was almost time
for the mill to shut down for the night. I realized that my chances of
rescue were small and I became panic-stricken. In my frantic efforts
to free myself I became exhausted and gasped feebly for air which, all
the time, was becoming more and more scarce. In my childish horror
of death, all sorts of ghastly visions arose in my imagination. Memo­
JEROME HERMAN (D I Z Z Y) I ries of my youthful past flashed before my mind, and I even pictured
J DEAN was bom in Lucas, Ark., my four best friends as my pallbearers.”
in 1911. Son of a poor cotton pick­
How He Was Saved by a Rat.
er, he was forced to quit school
And now, into our story comes—a rat! Doggone few people ever
when he reached the fourth grade, have a good word to say for rats, but Leo will give them a boost any
because the family was so poor that old time. For It was a rat—a great big factory rat that saved his life
the 50 cents a day he could earn in that day.
the cotton fields was a necessity.
The one man working in the store-room—the big three-hundred-pound-
Under-nourished, poorly clothed er—was making his last round of the day, closing windows and locking
and uneducated, as he was, Dizzy the place up for the night. As he approached the pile of cotton, he espied
Dean always had confidence in him- < a rat and began looking around for something to throw at it.
self. Perhaps that explains why he
There was only one solid object In the place—a black thing
was able to develop what small ad
that seemed to be lying on the side of the pile of cotton. He
vantages circumstances in life al­
reached over and grabbed it. It was a shoe and it seemed to be
lowed him, and develop them to
attached to something. The big fellow gave a hearty tug, and
championship quality. Confidence
out of the pile came a twelve-year-old boy, limp, exhausted-
and a strong right arm hardened in
unconscious.
The big fellow called for help. They gave Leo artificial respiration,
and it took a full half hour to revive him. It was several days before
he was completely recovered—but he never would have breathed
again if it hadn’t been for—a rat.
© — W N U Service.
same position. As the shadows of
Rock Dunder Bombarded
the night were dispersed by the
by British Fleet in 1776 coming
dawn so that it was possible
the cotton fields were Dizzy’« equip­
ment for facing life.
Ht learned to .hrow a baseball
with amazing speed and control.
In 1929. he was signed up by D«.n
Curtiss, scout for the Cardinals’
Texas league. The salary was com­
paratively small, but it looked like
a fortune to the former cotton pick­
er. After training in Houston, he
was shipped to St. Joseph, Mo.,
where his confidence and fast pitch­
ing won 17 games. Transferred to
Houston, he developed rapidly and
soon became star pitcher for the
St. Louis Cardinals. Meantime, his
brother Pau., or "Daffy,” also won
a pitching berth on the Cardinals'.
Dizzy was always the more spec­
tacular, the higher paid, and the
more widely publicized. He has
endorsed many advertised products,
made a motion picture, appeared in
vaudeville, and spoken over the ra­
dio. His recent earnings have been
$46,000 or more per year.
Strangers who visit the Lake
Champlain area and take the trip
across the lake invariably inquire
what that peculiar object is which
rises above the waters of the lake
several miles from Burlington.
“It is Rock Dunder,” they are
told, relates a Burlington, Vt., cor­
respondent in the New York Times.
Then this story, which is accepted
by local residents as the origin of
the name, is told:
On October 12, 1776, a British fleet
sailed up Lake Champlain on a
close watch for American ships. The
British encountered the little fleet
under Benedict Arnold near Valcour
island and a spirited battle ensued.
The British ships were far superior
to those of the Americans in size
and carried heavier guns. The little
American fleet was badly battered.
After nightfall, and in a thick fog,
j the American ships slipped through
the lines of the British and escaped.
But at some time during the night
a sentry on one of the British ships
called out that he saw a ship
through the fog. Knowing that no
British ship lay in that position the
British commander thought Arnold's
fleet was trying to spring a surprise
attack and ordered his guns to open
Are.
Throughout the night the British
guns boomed intermittently. The
strange “ship” remained in the
to see more clearly the “ship” was
disclosed as a huge rock rising
from the surface of the lake.
The crestfallen British command­
er, in dismay, attempted to utter
the exclamation “By thunder” but
was so excited that he said in­
stead “By dunder!” And the rock
has been known as Rock Dunder
ever since.
The rock rises 36 feet above the
surface of the lake.
Morgan Horse Dates to 1793
The line of the Morgan horse goes
back to 1793 when the sire of the
breed, Justin Morgan, named after
a farmer who bore that rame, was
sired. Morgans are noted for their
ruggedness, style, courage, intelli­
gence and general usefulness both
in harness and under the saddle.
For years they have been used as
remount stallions by the army. In
the United States many of the great
trotters and saddle horses carry
Morgan blood; and on the Western
plains they have been crossed with
native range stock to produce good
“cow horses.” Morgan blood also is
scattered in other parts of the world.
Morgan horses have been sent to
Japan, China, Central and South
America, Canada, Cuba, Puerto
Rico and the island of Guam. Wher­
ever they have gone they have left
their mark.
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W hat You Seek
Have you ever thought how
many objects you pass without
even noticing them; how many
voices and sounds fail to register
with you?
It seems that one usually sees
what he is looking for and hears
that to which his ears are attuned.
Perhaps this is what Emerson
had in mind when he said that no
one brings back from Europe any­
thing which he did not take over
with him. (Excluding merchan­
dise of course.)—Ohio Farmer.
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