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ASSOCIATION Member California Newipaper PubUihera AuoclaUon Flight 0' Time Medford and Jackson County History from tne files of The Mall Tribune 10, 20, 30, 40 and 50 Vf fl- 10 YEARS AGO , Nov. 25, 1053 (Wednesday) , High waters all over Oregon were falling today and the sea son's first flood appeared to be about over. ; Howard Perrin, Klamath Falls architect, is scheduled to arrive in Medford this afternoon to look over the site of the new city elementary school. 20 YEARS AGO ' Nov. 25, 1043 (Thursday) Miss Bernice Rcames, Med ford, sworn into Marine Corps; scheduled to report for active duty in about six weeks. From Arthur Perry's "Ye Smudge Pot" column: "Lawn tenders report the trees are all stark and bare and gloomy look ing, but leaves keep on falling." 30 YEARS AGO Nov. 25, 1033 (Saturday) Medford and Bend High School football teams to play Thanks giving day on Van Scoyoc field for state championship; Darwin Burgher's Medford team defeats Ashland 37 to 0 to win right to play in title game. Former Heavyweight Cham- fiion Jack Dcmpsey visits bricf y in Medford; plans return trip , within a month. 40 YEARS AGO Nov. 25, 1023 (Sunday Hunters Fred Sheffcl, Warren Butler, Seeley Hall and L, C. Garlock provide ducks for Med ford 40 and 8 duck dinner. Glenn Fabrick, accompanied by his son and a number of high school students, leaves to attend football game in Eugene. 50 YEARS AGO ' Nov. 25, 1913 (Tuesday) Attorney Gus Newbury sched uled to give memorial address at annual Elks memorial serv ices in Page Theater. George E. Boos, Medford. re ports on organizational meeting of Tri-State Pacific Coast Good Roads Association held in Eu reka, Calif, What's Your I.Q.? Nina or tn correct it iuprier; leven or tight ti txctlUntf flv or fix ft good. 1. Pan was the Greek God of what? 2. What is the literal meaning of Rio dc Janeiro? 3. Complete the following say ing: "Many a true word is spoken in . 4. Mt. Vernon, home of George Washington, fronts on what river? 5. Nutmeg State Is one of the nicknames applied to which state? 6. When Cortez conquered Mexico, who was the Mexican emperor? 7. With what poem by Long fellow do you associato the forest primeval? 8. Which is father south, the tip of Africa, or the tip of South America? 9. What Is the name given to a line joining two points on Uie circumference of a circle? 10. The term "eagle" is used in what game? Answers: I. Forests, pastures flocks and shepherds. 2. Kiver of January. 3. ". . . lest." 4 Potomac River. S. Connecticut. - (. Moateiuma. 7. Evangeline. I, South America. I. Chord. II. Golf. 4 A NOVEMBER 25, 1963 Dishonored Nation Grieves America bows its head in sorrow and shame. The assassination of President Kennedy brings to all Americans the full measure of grief which each of us experiences in the loss of a loved rela tive. And we are ashamed as it did to three other passionate, cultured and It is no consolation that the assassin may be deranged. We have failed to protect the man we chose to lead us away from the perils of nuclear holocaust, onto the pathway of a better nation and a better world. The sacrifice of this strong, young, idealistic leader who survived so gallantly the shells and flames of a world war against tyranny on what may have been the shabby altar of political or religious hatred, is an forgive those who wanted TXHEN the flags of T lowered to half-staff on that black Friday, every American must have Did he see there a measure, no matter how small, of bigotry, hatred, intolerance, arrogance? These are the baser emotions which have been gaining currency in this republic in the years since World War II, when so many of our sons died to stop the spread of dictatorships which thrive on feel ings such as these. Who is free of guilt? There is much to be Kennedy, the first Catholic President of the Unit ed States. For this moment, let it only be said here that his death is a tragedy of unknown pro portions. It may shape the course of our lives in ways we do not now understand. The nation grieves and dishonored us all. The He Lived Among Us Nearly all Americans are appalled that a fel- ow citizen would take 'resident of the United States. But while a single man or a. tiny group of conspirators was behind that trigger, millions of Americans must share some of the blame for today's outrage. 1 he murderer didn t tion idea in a vacuum. He lived among us and observed the words and deeds of fellow citizens. And we all know of outrageous examples of dis- espect yes, or arrogant disregard for con stituted authority. We see a little of this ernment of law every day, in every community. We have seen it on a grand scale in Alabama and Mississippi, where public officials have fanned the flames by brazen defiance of the law of the land. 1X7E have seen ignorant and emotionally dis- turbed people jostle or strike or spit upon our Ambassador to the United Nations, the Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court, and the Vice- President of the United states. The man who pulled the trigger presumably belongs in a mental hospital, for surely no sane man could commit such an outrageous crime. But the blame for nurturing such insanity rests upon all who have fostered disrespect for the law, upon all who have condoned it, and upon all of us who have done too little to battle such action. We can best pay tribute to our departed Presi dent by rededicating ourselves to our government of law. We can only hope that this tragic act thus affects all of us, and that it jolts to their senses those Americans who have unwittingly lent en couragement to the assassin. Capital Journal, Salem. Television's Lesson After that totally unbelievable week end a week end when the world turned topsy-turvey, and the irrcat and the humble of the earth came into our living rooms on it must be said that television has added a new dimension to history. It was a magnificent performance. From the first decision, whereby the networks voluntarily gave up millions of dollars in revenues, all through the tragic, shocking and fantastic week end, the networks did a job which can only be looked upon with awe and respect. Never before in history have so many millions been able to feel they were active participants to one of the great and moving moments in history. DY relinquishing their sources of income, and by putting their full facilities at work, taking viewers from Washington to Dallas to Hyannis Port, the networks performed a miracle in com munications. And it was in the best possible taste, most of the time. The informed and respectful commen tary of most of the announcers, their calm, often sorrowful demeanor, even when caught up in the midst of incredible events, compels respect and admiration. The utterly shocking contrast of the solemn ceremonies in Washington with the violence and shame in the basement of the Dallas police sta tion; the courage and dignity of the bereaved first lady at one moment and the excited, un thinking laughter of police reporters the next tnese left one gasping. The television networks, so often criticized and rightly so for blatant nonsense, have these last sad days. They have taught us all and pernaps themselves I1...1 !l t.1 A that this could happen, presidents, in this com democratic land. unbearable infamy., God him dead. the United States were looked within himself. said ot John Ifitzgerald prays. An assassin has Oregonian, Portland. the life of the elected germinate the assassina disrespect for our gov the flickering screen crass commercialism and earned the richt to pride a lesson. Let us hope "With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love . . . " John F. Kennedy Inaugural Address Communications Letters to the Editor must bear the name and address of the writer, although under certain circumstances the use of a pen name or initial for publication Is permissible. The Mail Tribune reserves the right to edit all letters with a view lo clarification and condensation. Letter submitted tor publication must not exceed 400 words. The letters printed in this column do not necessarily represent the views of t? paper. In fact tha contrary ii often the case. Belongs to Ages ' To the Editor: And now, John F. Kennedy, like Abe Lincoln, belongs to the ages. A neighbor called at my house and said "The President has been murdered." It shocked me so that I got a choke in the throat and shed tears, the first time I have cried in close to 80 years (I am now 85). But I liked the man. 1 could not help liking him, though I did not cast my vote for him. As soon as he entered the White House, he showed his good sense in steering the Ship of State, and he changed its course as soon as he took the helm, avoiding the threatening rocks and shoals by using his influence on the national press. Uncle Sam lost a good cap tain. I salute him. John E. Ring 1049 W. 11th St. Medford. Wonderful Comfort To the Editor: This is written the morning after our President Kennedy's tragedy. The sky is bleak and it's raining hard. I have a feeling of "Good Fri day" sad, but trust in God that this all will have a repenting effect on all of us as a nation. I sincerely pray that this will stir each and every one of us to acknowledge God in all our ways and to remember that all things work for good to those who love God. What wonderful comfort to know that. Our Redeemer lives. Roonoy Senderson 1532 Terrace Dr. Medford. In His Place To the Editor: As 1 was sit ting here, listening to the people say how sorry they were that a great man Had Been Killed, I started wondering how many of the same people had said terrible things about him the day before. We just don't realize that it doesn't do any good to say how great he was now. If they want him to know, say it before something like this hap pens. If we could just put ourselves in the President's place for one day, we would see that it is not an casv job. Trying to keep peace with other countries is not an easy thing to do wncn the people of the United States can t even get along logcmer The next time you start to say something bad about the new President, just think how you would like it if you were the President and the people were saying those things about you. fat uovc Route 1, Box 193 Gold Hill, Ore. The Divine Plan To the Editor: 1 cannot find it in my heart to fault Lydia entirely for the contents of her M.T. loiters. More truthfully the guilt lies, perhaps, at the doors of those uf us who, after the death of the Apostles, have sought lo be teachers rather than learners. In denial of the plain Scrip tural statement that man is a soul (Gen. 2:7) we have said man has a soul. In denying that mnn dies, we have said he re mains alive. In accrediting to God perfect love, we have made Him, by the eternal torment theory, promulgated by the fa ther of lies (John 8:44), a tor turer. We have upset the beauty in the correspondancy of the ransom by accepting the thought the man Jesus was other than a perfect human being with per fect human life and rights which, in relinquishing forever lo Justice, He purchased man from the death sentence. These are only a few. Small wonder there is so much con tusion, etc. Is It not time we got MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDKOKD. out our Bibles to ascertain whether God has a plan, and if so to seek to harmonize the seemingly contradictory state ments by a proper understand ing and a rightly dividing of the word of Truth? Perhaps, if we v.'ould do this we would be kept back from attributing to the Bible only those things which support our own pet theories and thus fall into the error of dis carding many meatier truths. We are told to search the Scriptures, to prove all things and hold fast to that which is good. Also that knowledge shall be increased. Why, when the foregoing seems presently to ap ply to everything under the sun, should we not apply it to the wis dom which shines more and more unto the perfect day? As a help toward this end, with proper reverence for the Lord which is the beginning of all wisdom, and with Bible in hand, may I recommend to all the reading of "The Divine Plan of the Ages" in the Medford Public Library. (Mrs.) Irene Moreland 3146 Hanley Rd. Medford. Bird Bills To (he Editor: The Cemetery of the Cats at Sakkaret, Egypt, contained many mummies of both cats and of ibis. The ibis is shown on Egyptian monuments as Thout. This God has man's clothing, including a lion's tail at his coattail as a symbol of might. His left hand holds a tab let. On (his he writes. His head is not human, but of an ibis, even to its bill curved like a curlew's. After a young bird student has learned to identify his common birds, lie will commence to no tice the wonders of bird anat omy. One of these is bill adap tation. The sparrow and finch tribe has the stubby seed crush er. The spoonbill's very name suggests an evolution toward food getting as that organ moves like a scythe in yesteryear's harvest, systematically to gain shrimps and other nutrition .in the muddy waters of Everglades National Park s "keyes." Note also the woodpecker's ef ficient chisel as he makes a hole in a dead snag in which he next will stuff an acorn against future hunger. The pelican has a fish net at its lower beak. The com orant has a fishhook at (he end of its upper bill. The fisheating mergansers have a sawlike bill to hold slippery-scaled prey. Other ducks have a specialized bill for food getting in pond mud. The hummingbird's needle is evolved for flowers. The eagle's for its predator food gathering, it's fun to study bird bills. C. M. Goethe 3731 Tea St., Sacramento, 16. Calif. Kancirs and Facts To the Editor: I note that Arnold Eugene Jenny in his re ply lo Anna M. Streed (11-10) indulges in some of (he most ex treme language in denouncing some of the most prominent , fighters against the Reds. ! Anyone who denounces such great American patriots as jSmoot. Swarlz, (sic) Hargiss, I (sic) Welch, etc., must be either ' a follower of the red line or I hopelessly ignorant. In hatred ! tor the truth as (o (he terrible i advances of Communism in con quering (he world, such a per son makes himself (he enemy of all of us, including himself. 1 .lusi hvcauae Mr. Jenny is Ig norant of the facts as given by Miss Slreed constitutes no proof of (he falsity of those fads. I have been familiar with the ominous facts as given by Miss ' Streed for many years in var ious publications of (he highest character. For 15 years, I have I been taking some 30 publica tions, mostly anti-Red. such as OREGON JFK: Intelligence, Vigor, Impatience . . ... . ? 1 .WM.M Ia mora h Br ERIC SEVAREID (Distributed 1983, By The Hall Syndicate, Inc.) (All Hlrhta Reserved) What WAS John F. Kennedy? How will he stand in history? As this is written, hours after his death, it is hard even to assem ble thoughts, easy to midiudge such a complicated human be ing. The first tiling about him was his driving intelligence. His mind was always on fire; his reading was prodigious; his memory almost total recall of facts and quotations. A friend of mine once crossed the Atlan tic on a liner with the Kennedy family, years ago. She remem bered the day 12-year-old Jack was ill in his stateroom; there lay the thin, freckled little boy 12 years old, and reading Churchill's early life, other books scattered about his bed. His was a directed intelligence; he did not waste his energies; he always seemed to know where he was going and he put first things first. John Kennedy's intellectuality was perhaps the hallmark of his nature, even more than his youth; the thing that made him different from so many presi dents. But few thought of him as an intellectual in the sense of one seeking truth for its own sake; he sought it, in order to act upon it. He was that rare and precious combination, the National Review, Human Events, American Opinion, U.S. News, Freeman, Williams Sum marys, Fagan's Bulletins, etc. These publication don't have to fictionalize in order to fill their columns. There are too many deadly facts that are ignored by much of the press. In reply to those who lie about the great patriotic John Birch Society, a subcommittee of the California State Senate under Chairman John M. Burns, after two years investigation of the Society, says, "Our investiga tion and study was requested by the Society, which had been publicly charged with being a secret, fascist, subversive, un American, anti-Semitic organi zation. We have not found any of these accusations to be sup ported by the evidence. "We believe that the reason that the John Birch Society has attracted so many members is that it simply appeared to be the most effective, indeed the only, organization through which they could join in a na tional movement to learn the truth about the Communist men ace and then take some positive concerted action to prevent its spread." Charles R. Weede 278 Idaho St. Ashland, Ore. In the Day's News By FRANK Shocking fact: In our relatively brief career as a nation, FOUR of our Pres idents have been assassinated. In the centures - long career of the Roman Empire, there were only two assissinations: Julius Caesar by Brutus. Mad Caligula by the officers of his own guard. BRUTUS allowed himself to be drawn into (he plot to mur der Caesar who, he thought, was reaching for supreme pow er. He hoped by killing Caesar to save republican government in Rome. He was a hero to many Romans who believed, as did Brutus, that republican gov ernment was in danger. Caligula, in the first eight months of his reign, made him self popular by his mildness and acts of justice. Then, when he had a firm hold on the republic, he lost his mental balance. He became cruel and vindictive, killing and torturing many per sons. He considered himself a god, and had a temple built in his own honor. He declared Ins horse Incitatus to be consul, j He was murdered by the offi I cers of his own guard, who re garded his slaying as an act of patriotism. OUR record is different. , Our four martyred Presi dents have been murdered by I CRACKPOTS. ON APRIL 14, 1865, after a long cabinet meeting at which he had urged conciliation of (he defeated confederacy, Lincoln went to Ford's Theater to seek relaxation. John Wilkes Booth, an actor and a fanatic, stole into the box behind the President and shot him in the head. He then leaped down to the stage, waving a dagger and shouting "Sic semper tyrannis" (So be it to tyrants.) In spring ing from the box to the stage, his foot was caught in an Amer ican flag and his leg was broken. He escaped by the rear of the theater, reached a horse lhat was saddled and waiting man of contemplation as well as the man of action. He had a sharp sense of history from bis immense reading, an d was acutely conscious of what his own place in history might be. In a sense, he lived for that; much of his personal corres pondence as President suggest ed his awareness that those let ters would be part of the Ameri can archives and story for all time. He brought a new style into government; he surrounded himself with intellectuals, as did Franklin Roosevelt in his Strictly Personal By Sidney J. Harri (c) Field Enterprise!, me. BOYS AND GIRLS Speaking of the woman's need for clothes, as I did in a recent column, it occurs to me that, beyond the reason I suggested, her desire for many and varied articles of clothing may have a lot to do with her girlhood in our particular culture. In buying Christmas gifts for my sons and daughters, I have consistently been struck with the disparity between the toys made for boys and those made for girls. It is infinitely easier to find intriguing and different devices for boys than for girls. Almost everything for girls is related to the doll family or to some form of domesticity. There is a monotonous same ness about the kind of toys de signed for little girls as if they were merely miniature women, totally lacking in the need for novelty, excitement, and ingen uity displayed in the toys for little boys. At an early age, it seems to me, the girl is made to feel obliquely, if not openly that her role in life is rela tively closed and circumscrib ed, her childhood a kind of bland preparation for wife hood and motherhood. Her brothers get the toys that make noise, move swiftly, and provide a satisfying release for the kinetic tensions of youth. I happen to believe that boys and girls, while obvious ly differing In many psycho logical traits, at the same time share a common need for action, noise, and the ef fective discharge of aggres sive tendencies. A girl may not be as overtly "wild" as a boy, but biologically and neu rologically she needs lo work out and work off her accu mulated tensions. Such working out is not con sidered quite proper for a little JENKINS for him and fled into Virginia where he was caught in a barn near Bowling Green. On his refusal to surrender, the barn was set fire to and it is believed he shot himself. OUR NEXT martyr was Pres ident Garfield. While wait ing for a train in Washington to take him to Williams College, he was shot by C. J. Guiteau, a disappointed office seeker. He was shot on July 2. The shot was not immediately fatal. Gar field lingered on until Septem ber 19, when he died. (N SEPT. 6, 1901, while hold- v ing a public reception in the Temple of Music at the Pan. American Exposition in Buffa- lo, President McKinley was shot by an anarchist named Czolgosz, who approached an unsuspect ing President with a pistol con cealed under a handkerchief that appeared to cover an in. jured hand. For several days, his condi tion held out some hope of re covery, but a week later he be came suddenly worse and died THERE comes now the assas- sination of President Ken nedy. A suspect was arrested. He was Lee H. Oswald. He was a j former Marine wilh a dishon orable discharge He was a pro Castro Marxist. He once sought citizenship in Communist Rus sia. He follows the hisloric pat tern of American assassins. Without exception, they have been crackpots. That suggests a thought for those of us who have not agreed politically with some of our- Presidents. Perhaps we have been TOO PARTISAN. Perhaps our partisanship has been unin tentionally carried TOO FAR. We can make the necessary rationalizations. We can make cracks about the man in the White House without mcanins anything disrespectful to the President of the United States. Perhaps the crackpots CAN'T. At least, it's worth some seri ous thinking on our part. first years; but in his personal , - ' ... ... I style he was more like President Theodore Roosevelt. Like the first Roosevelt, President Ken nedy believed in action; he had no patience with those who were tired or skeptical or cynical; no patience with those who could not keep up, mentally or physic ally. He become, with his young and beautiful wife, the symbol of America as he and most of us like to think of American: itself young, itself always hopeful, be lieving that government could change the face of our land and our lives and that America girl, although I cannot imagine why not. As a result, she is given quiet, gracious, decorative gifts which act as sedatives rather man as stimulants. Ana while these may seem to please her, I suspect they build up a large reservoir of resentment, and a deep sense of deprivation. The way the girl "runs wild" when she grows into womanhood is through the socially accept able channel of "buying sprees." She purchases clothes she does not need, and may not ever wear, and is always on the lookout for the kind of novelty, excitement and ingenuity she missed as a little girl. The ex tensive, and sometimes flam boyant, wardrobe is a compen sation for the lacks she felt. plus a retaliation against the male for having enjoyed a more stimulating "toyhood." All this may be nonsense, of course; I set it forth with the utmost diffidence. But I have yet to hear a more plausible explanation of woman s notor ious irrationality in the buying, and discarding, of so many gar ments she doesn t really like and hardly ever wears. Shock, Grief, Anger and Pride By Arthur Hoppe It hit so hard. So suddenly. We were standing in the of fice, a group of leporters, laughing over some small anti Kennedy joke. Not a vicious joke. One he would probably have laughed at himself. Then there was the word he was shot. There was the first moment of blankness of sheer incredibility. We gathered around a battered radio on one reporter's desk and stared at its chipped, ivory - colored plas tic case for . . , How long was it? An hour? And slowly it became be lievable. And, as it became be lievable, the shock grew. "I'm going to be sick," one woman kept repeating over and over. "I'm going to be sick." And as the believability grew and the shock grew, there grew within those of us around the battered radio still another emo tion a hard, burning knot of anger. "The bastards," said an old reporter, his eyes hard, "the dirty bastards." We all nodded, filled with anger and hate for those who did this. And I thought of all the deaths this old reporter had seen mur ders and fires and wrecks. I thought of how we reporters armored by our shell of cyni cism, could usually manage wry jokes about disasters, jokes that would seem in terrible taste to outsiders, jokes we tradi tionally use to flaunt our pro fessional toughness and perhaps to protect our human sensitivi ty. But this time there were no jokes. There was only the shock and the grief and the anger. And yet it was only one MAGAZINES NEWSPAPERS "Vou tan tell t hriMmas Ij just around thr corner Ihe magatinrs are as thick telephone books!" could do more than any country in Iha tunrlH tn manCP tha fana and the nature of the world it self. He showed no signs, even after three years in office, of grow ing tired, either in body or spirit ... but the built-in ob s t a c 1 e s to practical achieve ment wpre and remain prodigious and complex. He te gan some new practical courses of government action as with the Peace Corps and the Alli ance for Progress; these, per haps, were more imaginative than his domestic conceptions; in any case, it is in the domestic field that his difficulties were the greatest and progress the slowest. Early on, he showed that his way would be to try to conciliate and persuade the Congress, and to compromise with it where he had to, rather than to try bull dozer tactics. Of his bold ac tions, his nuclear confrontation with the Soviet Union over Cuba was the boldest, one of the bold est and most successful acts of statesmanship the histoory book will ever tell the future about. But at bottom, President Ken nedy was a cautious, prudent man. He liked to have all his ducks in a row before he fired. However vibrant in his political Denavior, ne was, in nis aeep est emotional nature, a conser vative human being. Rarely, did the people become aware of his deep feelings about any thing. When he spoke to the country by radio or television, his head usually ruled his heart. Only in very special circum stances, as on the day of brutal events in Mississippi, did pas sion rise in his voice as he spoke. This is why some pro fessioional observers said that President Kennedy had opened his mind to us, but not his heart . . . that therefore, politi cally, he had not captured the heart of the people. If that was so, it is so no long er; the heart of the people is with the young President in death; with all of his family. The tears of the country are with them; its hopes are with the new President. man who had died. Not a small child, nor a defenseless crip ple, not even someone we knew. But a mature, powerful man. A man, moreover, who, during his life, some of those around the radio had not particularly admired and few, if any, had truly loved. Then why this choking grief we all shared at his death? Why this buring anger toward his assassin? I don't know. Partly, I sup pose, it is because we all iden tify with a President, as we do with any famous man. He is part of our conversation, our casual thought, part of the fab ric of our lives. But in the case of a President, I think it is more than that. He was not merely the President. He was our President. Whether we voted for him or not, he was our President. He had made a thousand speeches and shook ten thousand hands and traveled a hundred thou sand miles to present himself to us. And we we, the peo ple had elected him. And now all this was for noth ing. A single man firing a single bullet with a simple squeeze of his finger had destroyed what we, the people, had built. And I think that what at least part ly grieves and angers all of us so much is this flaunting of our system, this terrible injustice. I hope so. I think so. And mingled in these other emotions for me, there isigrowing anoth er pride. I m proud that all of us feel this grief and anger so deeply. Whatever our politics or our eyenicism. For our grief and our anger, I be lieve, is the measure of our love for democracy. ... I r Ora
