Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-04-29
OLYMPIA, WASHINGTON TER.
FRIDAY EvEG, APRIL 90, 1881
Who are the PhiianthrOpiStS!

LUIS question: Is usheu III III shi'
cerity. We have an opinion on the
subject, but it may not be that of
others. Come, let us reason togeth-
or. We will take facts, those solid,
flinty powders so safe and convent
ent for foundation, and rear upon
them a structure supported by the
strong pillars of Truth and Justice.
We will look at the subject from a
practical point of view, rejecting
theories that have but little to COM
mend them except gilt-edged piety
or pharisaical caut. Who, then,
shall We select from tn e various pro-
fessions and trades, the business
vocations of life, as tho represent
alive individual who conduces in the
highest degree to the advancement
OF the community in which he moves.
Is it the lawyer He will take fee
ON either side OF any question, and
make as strong plea if his client is
wrong as in the right. Is it the doc
tor? He doses you, and kill or cure,
charges it in his bill. Is it The
preacher? He is 80 intent on issuing
policies against fire in the world to
come. that be appears oblivious of
danger in the present. Is it the cap
italist, who invests his money to Sc
cure cent-per-cent. returns, although
he grinds the noses of the poor to
make the largest possible profit? Is
i tho Spectator, who leaves you to
fight your own battles soon az a
cloud dims the prospects of your
favored enterprises ? Is it the
fradesman, who keeps his ledger bal
anced to dime, and exacts the last
farthing from hard-pressed credi-
tors ? Isit the humble mechanic, who
earns a pittance from his daily labor
barely sufficient to pay his debts and
keep the wolf from his door?
It is plain that VIC must look
farther than this. to find the individ-
usl who, in his everyday walk
through life, fills the true measure
OF public benefacto-. Who is it that
when panics snsue, when alarm
fills the popular mind, is leaned up
on as the rod of Aaron? Who leads
the forlorn hope and surmounts diff
ficulties for which the public thank
brt themselves, ignoring his humble
fundamentally, soon as the danger
is past? Who but the publisher of
the so-called :" country" newspaper,
can claim these laurels, which wither
soon as won? He sits in his dingy
Office, amid the implements of his
trade, shut out from the pure air of
heaven, engaged in his ever-recur-
ring, nevsr-ending task of dishing
mp intellectual hash for the insat-
late NAV of an exacting public.
Days, months and years pass un-
numbered, and his respite or vacation
comes not. If day, or single
hour. is lost, it must be made up by
crowding into the remainder OF the
week the few moments that were
permitted to glide past without the
usual accompaniment of labor. The
click Of the type has become so FAM
iliar to his ear that when it ceases
his nerves are unstrung by the unac.
eustomed solitude. aad he is beset
BY vague apprehensions Of losing
step on the rem orseless treadmill to
which he is chained.
His duties are legion. Like the
knights in the days of chivalry, he
must be on the alert to champion
svery cause founded on right, or af-
3ecting the interests Of the people he
represents. He is expected to meas
ure lances with every buffoon who
enters the lists. although it may serve
. no better purpose than to afford
. gladiatorial display for the diversion
of his readers. He is required to
carry any load that party conventions
place upon his shoulders, and to
bolster up the waning fortunes of
broken-down politicians. He must
freely advertise church fairs, charity
concerts, society conventions and
kindred humbugs, without ever the
poor satisfaction of knowing that
his labors are appreciated. He must
note the erection Of every wood-shed
or pi ,-stye, rr he is devoid of enter
Frise, or perhaps lazy. He must
puff everybody and everything, or