Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1906-07-27

his oWH HE. OlNe me tne man WIG
tells you to your face what he has tc
say about you.
The Musicians union, of Seattle
must have q poor opinion OF their
members. They always elect f. 4
Rust, a printer, as President OF theil
association. 1t would be more honor.
able to them shoul Id they elect one ol
their number who earns his living by
playing, and has no other vocation.
l received pretty and kindly letter
last week from James Hamilton Lewis
thanking me for a certain paragraph
appearing in my department. His
stationery bears the following:
80 city cf Chicugo, }
ly6S1 La,o D1partment.
Office Of tie Corporution Counsel.
James Uamiiton Lcris,
Co,poratioa Counsd.
How many attorneys in Seattle
would give their chance in Heaven to
have their name appear on this letter
head, instead Of that of the "monarch
of them all"-James Hamilton lie wis.
What has become of the subtle,
travelling tin-type fakir, who used to
visit the small town, pitch his tent
gallery on a vacant lot, and do such a
business? Don't you remember how
all the young fellows and their girls
would 60 in and pose, frightened or
defiant as the sex happened TO be?
Then they'd wait until the negatives
were treated" and then emerge with
ghastly caricatures OF their respective
selves to carry home. Quite often
memory will steal back to the good
old days, just to remind one OF the
" best part OF his or her life."
a shirt.waist on a feminine form is
a thing OF beauty and a joy forever.
On man it is an abomination and a
terror to snakes. Just imagine your.
self done up in shirt-waist and wait.
ing in shady nook for a fair friend
Along comes another bloke in a shirt.
waist to meet q lady friend at the
same place. Each feels the presence
of shirt-waisf in the darkness before
him aud each falls into the Others
arms in silent alteration, just as the
moon comes over the hill and you,
young lady friend appears on the
scene. Or maybe you brush against a
shirt.waist in a dark hotel corridor and
lock it in fond embrace. thinking il
contains the chambermaid, only to gel
biffed in the jib for hugging the land
lord.
Oregon could do nothing greater
than to erect a monument of som,
sort in memory of Sam Simpson, the
poet who wrote the lines Beautiful
Willamette"
Mrs. Ella Higgi.on wishes foun
tain as a tribute erected out of respec
to Oregon's greatest muse.builder.
If Simpson was alive, he would no
wish to have his name on any w. C. T
U. or a public drinking.place-wher
water was the only liquid. Sam di,
not believe in the "water cure" ant
had little faith in its powers as drink
ing solution, but the Willamette rive
laughing and babbling on a June day
was a picture to him, and he loved t,
sit on its banks in some sequeste,
nook and dream OF all. castles and @
what the future would bring forth 4
him, but poor Sans dreams wer
never realized. Any one who eve
met Sam Simpson never forgot him.
The poem "The Beautiful William
ette" was printed in the Fourth read
or of the Pacific Coast series of schoo
books, and was declaimed and recite,
until hardly man, woman or child O,
the Pacific slope could not repent wor'
for word the poem beginning:
"Out from the Cascades s frozen gorges
Leaping like child at play,
Widening, winding, lovely river,
Bright Willamette glides away"
And now that Simpson has been sleer
ing many years:
Under the green of the grass,
Under the blue of the sky,"
Entirely forgotten by the many VIII
years ago at the school exhibition re
cited his beautiful poem, it is hig
time, indeed, that Oregon should mar
ifest enough interest to see that som
kind of remembrance in shape OF ston
or bronze is erected to his memory.
Always hurried to be buried
In the bitter moon-mad sea-"
Who can read the foregoing tw
lines and not wish that the day wi
speedily como when Oregon will sho
it has not forgotten Sam Simpson VII
sang in praise Of the Beautiful VII
lamette." LUE F. vernon.