The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-07-23
The President Must
Write by Oil Lamp
al Summer Home

BY BURTON k. sTANplsH.
written for the United Pressl
Windsor, VT. july 2s.-Presidsnt
Lineoln studied BY candle light and
wrote some Of his messages to con
grsaa y the light Of smoking oil
lamp II after President Wilson comes
here for his vacation. be decides to
spend some Of his evenings writing his
next message TO congress, be viii have
70 dot j either By oil lamp light or
candle light Which Il some return
into the dark ages for the president
Of the United States ii these days Of
aeroplanes, flying boats. gas and cleo
tricity. Last night Mrs. Wilson and her
daughters ate their evening meal BY
lamp light. When they give q little
party planned for some Of the personal
friends OF the presidential family,
there wili be oil lamps in the front
room" For there is no gas or electric
lights at Harlakenden house, the pres
idents summer home.
President Wilson is accredited With
love Of simplicity in all things. He
can humor that liking to the limit
when he comes here finally for a much
needed rest The large grounds about
the house are we'll kept up and, with
the exception Of the lighting proposi-
tion Harlakenden house is strictly
modern.
Windsor 10 three miles BY New Eng
land roads from Cornish, Vt. The na.
lives are not A. all illustrated over hag
ing president and his family for
neighbors There were quite a few At
he station when the president recent.
ly visited Mrs Wilson and his daugh-
ters, but they always so TO the station
to meet the two daily trains. They
gave President Wilson hearty and
cordial welcome to their village but
that was all As soon as the train pull
cd out they went back to their work.
When the president accompanied his
family to church one Sunday while he
was here, the stolid old vermonters
weren't whit t'ussed" They took
Il as matter Of course that the presi-
dent of the United States was a church
goer and let It 80 at that. Many Of
them casually hung around after
church TO shake his hand but II was
all done in the same way they would
greet any other new resident who
wasn't president...
As one native put It, Mister Wilson
is nice, simple lookin' man who ap-
pears to know his business, and hts
wife is a mighty fine woman. His
daughters appear to be fust rate girls
and Miss Jessie's beau, who was up
here visiting when the president was,
looks to be considerable Of man 2
That's the way the natives up here
look at it. Down in their hearts they
are mighty proud OF the presidents
selection Of their town as a summer
capital and there is every evidence
that, although some Of them voted the
Republican or Progressive tickets, they
all have been fayorably impressed with
President Wilson. But it would be
foreign to their natures to let anyone
think for minute that they ARE all
set up" about having President vii.
son for a neighbor.
Everybody who lives here has a list
OF dead and gone ancestors who used
to live here themselves. About the
newest resident is the soda clerk in
the corner drug store-there are two
of them here-who is a college man.
He blew in about three years ago, got
the staying fever, and stuck.
Windsor is in valley between foot
hills Of the White mountains It is
noted for its climate, a great deal Of
which has been apparent since the
presidents family got here. The TEN.
perature for time persisted in cling
ing around ninety during the day and
eighty at night, while the enthusiastic
postmaster and the town tailor swore
that it was the hottest year in their
history.
The roads leading from Windsor UP
through the hills. and down into the
valley are old, winding roads that
creep through bluffs and hollows and
swing across the Connecticut river and
the ponds that 5ot the neighborhood
All the bridges were built by another
generation With covered roofs. Also
nearly all Of them have toll gates, well
guarded Dy toll keepers In Windsor,
there are houses built during the rev.
olution and before. Lafayette stopped
overnight once at the only hotel in the
town. The room the famous French.
man used hasn't been made sacred