The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-06-24

merous about the Portland Centennial
site, stopping here and there for a mo
ment, TO examine an attractive bios.
som or TO drink In the inspiring
grandeur Of the scenic panorama rising
from the horizon, only 10 wander on,
where We knew not. The insistent call
OF hunger led US TO unique hostlery
where, between goodly bites Of indi.
gestible goulash, we discussed various
topics. The conversation was disetn-
nected and from out the chaos rosc
Chapples rigid adherence TO his bust.
ness. Whether he talked Of the Russo.
Japan strife, the possible outcome OF
the Franco.German controversy, affairs
at the Nations capital, or Bryan's
chances Of becoming president, his
utterances were merged with thought
OF the National.
From descriptions OF Roosevelt, ]
have thought he was the most strenu.
Gus Of men, but fear he must doff his
hat TO Chapple. We left the quaint inn
and sought the government buildings
on the peninsula. These are monstrous
their exhibits many, thorough and in.
tricate. They require week or a
month in which TO see them. With
Chapple, thirty minutes were necessary.
From department 10 department, from
case to case he wandered, pausing only
to examine more closely, some display
OF unusual interest or TO ask a question
Of an attendant. Fatigue was stran.
ger TO him. On, and on, he walked
and | followed like a sagacious canine.
! must admit, however, that l was
really interested and wished, II posi-.
BILE, to emulate some OF his very good
examples. Leaving the buildings, from
Chappl> emanated a sigh. He smiled
and said:
Il would not have missed that for
trip across the continent. You know,
il is in such breathing spells, as this,
that you absorb real knowledge. These
buildings contain an exposition. You
may not perceive their virtues now, but
later they will come to you and you
will profit by them" Then he lapsed
into a facetious mood and disclosed
trait, an accomplishment that | did not
know he possessed
II soy, oil tosser, ave you one er
yer pillss" he queried displaying sur
prising talent as n Cockney imperson-
ator How good it sounded, mimicry,
street parlance, and coming from lips
supposed to utter no words, but those
of dignity.
'Now, look ere" he continued,
" 'ose that begger! See i'm. ! mean
the blighter there with the goime pin,
yer bloomin ass" For a full half hour
in fact, until we reached the Forestry
building, he entertained me in this
manner, and then, he once more as
sumed the dignity becoming his posi-.
ton.
%Longfe!low's Temple of the Woods
realized" he whispered, feelingly, as
we entered the structures interior, the
tree.columns, the crudeness of
construction and the primeval atmos-
phere of the place filling us with awe.
His versatility could not have been
more fittingly demonstrated. Talk
about extremes, from a Picadiliy
music hall stunt to real and heartfelt
sentiment. We devoted half hour to
the building and then returned to my
sanctum. Fifteen minutes later he left
to catch the afternoon train to Seattle.
In few days he will be in Boston
where he will resume his duties. l may
never see him again,-the reader may
never see him at all--hence this
effort,
BLAINE PHILLIPS