Vagabond Adventurers Sail on Dream Voyage
"Ports of Call" For
Thrilling Ocean Trip
Scattered Over Pacific
THIS IS the story of the sort of adventure that
I millions dream about from their "crows nests"
in city office buildings, visioning exotic lands the
sort of journey that boys plan to make when they
grow up and that financiers wish they had taken
time to accomplish.
It's a journey to be started this week by vaga
bond adventurers, scientists and writers who love
the sea and ships and far places a journey which
will cover 31,000 miles of the earth's waterways,
stopping at forgotten lands and islands unknown
in the South Seas and South America.
It is the dream of Dr. Bernard Jensen, of Oak
land, California, materialized! The crystallization
of seven years of work from which he now takes
a holiday in the interest of science.
For the long jaunt he has selected the three
masted schooner-yacht "Exalted", which will have
as its master Captain Charles A. Watts.
IN THE PARTY wiU be Captain Oscar W.
I Schwartz, San Francisco nautical expert, who
will cover the hydrographic and meteorological
work for the Navy department; Mrs. Edith Shelton
of Oakland, and Miss B. M. Harcourt, of Berkeley,
writers, and several others.
The crew of 10 will include five University of
California graduates, among them being Emil
Jensen, William Hamilton, and Robert McCarthy.
Dr. Jensen plans to make an exhaustive study
of the inhabitants of the Islands of the group to
be visited.
The first stop will be Hilo, Hawaii, then Hono
lulu and then south through a labyrinth of islands
to Pago Pago and Apia.
From Samoa, the "Exalted" will sail to Niua
' foou (Tin Can Island), then to Suva and Fiji.
Also to be visited will be Pitcairn's Island, where
live the descendants of the mutineers of the Brit
ish frigate "Bounty"; and Easter Island, which
still conceals the secret of the supposedly lost con
tinent of Lemuria.
ANOTHER jump will bring them to the West
Coast of South America, the first stopping
place being at Callao in Peru, from where they
will proceed to Guayaquil, Galapagos Islands, and
other points of scientific interest.
Various stops will be made on the West Coast
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Dream of seven years olose to realization, Dr. Bernard Jensen of Oakland, Calif., shown In the above photo, Is set to sail
on thrilling 31,000-mile voyage of exploration In schooner-yacht "Exalted," top right. Map shows oourae of the voyage.
of Central America and on the West Coast of Mex
ico on the return.
Dr. Jensen is taking his wife and 15-months-old
son, David. R. L. Hambleton will be chief engineer
and Henry A. Ford, itinerary manager.
The "Exalted" was built as a private yacht by
Robert Moran, the well known ship builder of
Seattle, for off-shore cruising, and is an ideal ves
sel for that purpose. She has accommodations
aboard for 18 passengers, a Bpecial cooling and re
frigeration system and is equipped with engines
which have a cruising radius of 10,000 miles at
between 8 and 10 knots speed. The craft is 132 feet
long with a beam of 25 feet.
Mo One All Good or AH Bad, Famous Reno Preacher Finds
BREWSTER ADAMS, Rr-no's kindly Baptist
pastor, believes that our choices must be made
"between light gray and dark gray," since people
and oircumstances are never completely good nor
bad. We are inclined to judge according to our
prejudices rather (than our reason and more tol- ,
erance and understanding would alter the most
decided opinion. He gives herein his personal ex
periences with human problems. Brewster Adams'
articles will be regular features in Five Star Weekly.
By BREWSTER ADAMS
For 25 Years Reno's Baptist Preacher
Luke 15, 3: And He spake onto them this para
ble, saying, What man of you having a hundred
sheep and having lost one of them, doth not leave
the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after
that which is lost, until he find it. And when he
hath found it he layeth it upon his shoulders, re
joicing. John 10, if): And other sheep I have which are
not of this fold.
LIFE shakes our judgments. In the sheltered
home of our youth, with what facility we di
vided the sheep! A remark dropped at the family
table, "He is the black sheep of that family," was
received with awe and
accepted with quick
condemnation. There
was no question. He
was gone beyond the
pale, no good, no use,
the shame and sorrow
of his family, no hopes
of recovery. He bore
the mark of Cain, to be
forgotten rather than
forgiven, to be shunned
rather than saved.
was condemned already.
So with easy
ment we divided the
sheep. Of course we are
white and the offender is black. Yet sometimes,
like children who peep through their fingers when
saying their prayers, we wondered. The ice man
was rough and swore, but he used to let us kids
grab a handful of ice off the back of the wagon.
Old Charlie was "a nigger" and black as coal, but
he risked his life pulling us out of the river.
We were camping in the Yosemite during the
war with our small boys. One night a lonely figure
came Into the light of our campfire. In a broken,
foreign tongue he asked if we minded him visiting
a little while. "Maybe you boys would like some
beechnuts," he said, pouring a generous handful in
the waiting hands of two eager boys.
"That's a good guy," said the boys after he had
left. "What is he?"
"He is a German," we replied, at a time when
even the children had been taught to hate.
"XAHY didn't he kill us? Maybe the nuts are
VV poisoned." For hours into the night we
heard them argue, with the final judgment, "Well,
he's a good guy even if he is a German." And I
thought of that lonely old man out in the woods,
hungering for a little human fellowship and com
ing in at the risk that we might also divide the
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THE PIP SALT!
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ACCORDIN' to the manifest, the most valuable
cargo I ever shipped with was in the old tramp,
TVooZteorth Castle. She was loaded to the marks
with silver fox furs,
and the owners car
ried insurance run
nin' to many times
the value of the old
packet herself.
Well, one black
night in the middle
of the North Atlan
tic, the whole ship
was shook by a sort
of grunt far down in
her hold. The carpen
ter discovered four
feet of water a min
ute later, and the
ship sunk whilst he
was a-makin' his report.
When dawn come, I see that the only other
feller on the hatch cover beside myself was the
Skipper. We was in the steamer lanes, so we
knowed we had a good chance of bein' picked up;
meanwhile we tried to guess what had blowed the
bottom out of the ship. We finally blamed it onto
the electric wirin', like the fire chiefs ashore do
when they're shy an explanation. But we was
powerful cold and uncomfortable, so when we see
a case of furs floatin' nearby we got it. "It's a
shame," says the Skipper, who was a business man,
"to drag them furs out an' ruin 'em. I know they're
insured, but no policy can grow fur like a silver
fox." Howsomever, when we got the case open
it was full of horse collars, made in 1911.
The Skipper set a-thinkin a long time, and then
he says, says he, "When ship owners trade in furs
I'd call the transaction business," says he. "But
when they plant a time bomb in their ship so's
they can collect insurance for furs on old horse
collars," says he, "I reckon it ain't nothin' in the
world but finance."
Gilbert Wright.
sheep and the goats, to Share his pocketful of nuts
with a couple of lads. ,
Snug in the complex of our own virtue, and im
bued with the narrow judgment of the east which
separated the sheep with such satisfaction and
sureness, we beheld our first band of western sheep.
Some of you can appreciate the consternation of
seeing that moving cloud of white spotted with
black.
"Them is markets," tiaiu the slieepherder.
t "We've just got to have them. One for every fifty.
Count 'em and I know they're all in."
Right there, the colors and distinctions that were
so set in youth began to fade. Not that black is
white, or white is black, but that the colors ran
through. There is virtue in the world and vice
good and evil. But the virtue is not all in the good,
and the vice is not all in the evil. The white may
only be in the wool, not in the heart a surface
showing we call respectability.
A MAN is bad either because he thinks he is
bad, or somebody thinks he is bad. You may
challenge that statement and say. I don't know
much about the delinquent and deficient. At least I
ought to, having been a member of the Rotary club
for 20 years. Down in the old Tombs court In New
York, Judge Poole used to give me his toughest
on probation, and out here on the frontier I have
known a few "bad men."
Our judgments are so partial, so prejudiced, so
partisan that they have little value. "Why be
holdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye,
but considerest not the beam that is in thine own
eye. Judgment belongs to Him who understands
the heart, who knoweth all things and who looketh
with mercy and understanding."
FEW people seem to realize the fairness and sim
plicity of our Master's teaching. All that He
asked as to human conduct was that we do to
others as we would like them to do unto us. A
child could get that Very simple it is. Yet it
would change this old world into the Kingdom of
Heaven. There would be a new deal a world re
covery which all the theologians, the scientists,
the economists could never deliver or even dream.
Can you take it? You that say it is necessary to
pass judgment. All right, remember His words,
"For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be
judged, and with what measure ye mete, it shall be
measured onto you." You will get as you give. You
will obtain mercy as you render mercy. As and
how we judge determines what we shall receive.
Some men claim to be broad-minded, when It is
really evident that they have no mind at all. They
spread out so thin that they have no depth. They
are tolerant of other's opinions because they have
none of their own to conflict. The only charity is
the man who has convictions and still given con
sideration to those who differ. Liberality is a term
used to cover monopoly, not opportunity.
CoprritHl. I'M.
"Wildcats" of the West
BRIDGETGRANT
Oregon's "Waterfront Lady"
Who Shanghaied Sailors
STRANGE, almost incomprehensible, is the Bf
of Bridget Grant, one of the most moral of the
"Wildcats of the West." Bridget was no less a per
sonage than the avowed controller of seamen's em
ployment problems, until the United States govern
ment took it up. She was oddly confused with ques
tionable officers dealing in the profits of shanghai
ing and the taking of "Blood Money" from sea cap
' tains yet she established an honorable name, an
honorable family of sons and daughters, and was
one of the wealthiest women of the West when she
died in 1923 at the age of 92, "straight as a spear
and handsome as a king's mother in a Gaelic saga."
Bridget was introduced to her work dealing with
seamen in Astoria, Oregon, when her husband, a
grand Irishman, was drowned, and she started a
sailors' boarding house in order to support the nine
Grant children.
Astoria and Portland in those days were far from
the ends of the world according to sailors and often
captains were hard put to it to keep crews.
Since Bridget had a boarding house right on the
water's edge, she found that good Captains could
be aided by furnishing sailors for their voyages.
Thereby both the Captain, the sailor, and Bridget
profited.
HER power grew by leaps and bounds and she
eventually established a farm where the sup
plies for her house were grown and sailors could
relax in the Oregon climate. At one time or another,
she owned every hotel or boarding house in that
port of call.
When the boys were completely grown and
trained, they opened similar establishments in Port
land and continued in friendly rivalry with the mat
riarch directing the policy.
Although Bridget could be counted upon to com
pletely staff a ship with sailors, and was paid hand
somely for It, there were never any shady dealings
which would not stand the light of day. The price
for a sailor at such times ranged from $170 down
to $50.
When the $170 became a scandal and foreign
consuls interfered, and when His British Majesty's
service threatened to make international issue of
it, Bridget herself encouraged the reduction of it
to $50.
This game, in crude hands, was known as shang
haiing, but Bridget Grant was always sure that no
harm came to any one involved, so that her method
of procedure was open and above board and hun
dreds of sailors mourned her passing in 1923. Her
later days were spent on her farm with her chil
dren and grandchildren visiting her, but it is said
that the great Grant fortune was directed by her
until tho end.
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BACK in the 90's the bicycle craze spread over
the country and so did many who tried to ride
one. i "
However, after the turn of the century, bicycles
were relegated to the suburbs of oblivion along
with bustles and other back numbers.
And for years street pedaling was unknown on
these fertile shores.
People suddenly found out that it was fine fun
to take their setting-up exercises setting down.
So back came the two-wheeled scooter. The re
turn of the bicycle was most propitious because:
The going is so much easier now on our present
hardened arteries.
There are no longer any scared horses to climb
fences nor to pass hurriedly through plate glass
windows.
There are no garage worries, either. Just bring
the thing in at night and park it under the bed.
There would be no traffic problem. In case of a
jum each rider could throw his mount out in the
open.
Bicycling would promote safety in traffic. No
rider would ever use a plump pedestrian as a best
temporary route, because the impact would break
both his own neck and his wheel.
Maybe the whole idea is too practical for mod
ern acceptance.
PAOE PIV