The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1914-06-04
BOOTH DELIVERS
MEMOR'LADDRESS
MANY CITIZENS GO TO IDLEWILDE
Audience Assemblies Under Oaks, Where
Senate Nominee lmpreSSeS All With
Words to the Old Soldiers

With flags on the public buildings at
half mast, Hood River paid tribute
Saturday, TO the memory of the nations
soldiers who have answered the last
call.
Saturday was a typical Hood River
summer day, a brilliant sun shining
from blue sky. A large number of
the business houses were closed until
two o'clock in the afternoon. The
banks were closed the entire day, and
hush pervaded the streets.
In the forenoon the members Of the
Knights of Pythias formed in line at
the hall on State street and marched to
the cemetery, arriving at 10 80, where
they were met by the Candy Post, G.
A. R., the veterans of the battles of
half century ago met to observe their
ritualistic services over the grave of
the deceased comrade, Geo. Nj. Wells.
A large number of the citizens Of the
city and valley assembled at the ceme-
terry. The children of the public schools
of the city were present, singing pstri-
Otic song and engaging in impressive
flag drills.
After the rturalistic services of the
Post, the people-men. women and
children gathered under grove of
oaks at the west end of the cemetery,
where the program was rendered. The
chief address of the day was delivered
by r. A. Booth, of Eugene, Republican
nominee for the United States Senate.
The impressive Grafton of MIR. Booth
follows:
This sad hour is freighted with sa-
cred memories of those gallant heroes
who made it possible that the homes
of America should be reunited; that
beneath their roofs should be learned
the meaning Of constitutional liberty !;
that the sparks from their firesides
might kindle the flames that would
burn out the low passions of oppression,
create a new light for the down-trodden
and give new meaning to liberty.
How appropriate that we should not
forget the heroic dead and honor the
noble living This beautiful custom,
born in the southland, has spread
throughout our nation, but now, as
never before, envelopes the whole re-
public with love and affection that
shall not die as long as flowers have
fragrance, as long as unseIfsh devotion
TO principle is cherished by grateful
nation; nation not circumscribed by
narrow borders from North to South,
one that reaches from the ice locked
ocean to the tropic sands, one that
sends the thrill of its greatness to
every habitation and builds hope in
every human heart.
Men of the blue uniforms, | would
not, could not, detract from your
| fame. | but increase il when | extend
to all the union the words Of sympathy
and the assurance of greatness that
belongs to this day. The first memor-
ial days were born in the Valley of the
Shadow of Death. They seemed the
only bright spots that shone effulgent
through the sable clouds of bitterness
and stilled for time the walls of DESC
lation arising from hearthstones of
desolate homes and yielded balm for
broken-hearted women. But we are
rising to loftier heights, we are view
ing with an extended vision, and for
getting all losses as we contemplate
the immeasurable gains.
|
that the nation cannot pay, but the cost
of that struggle, terrible as it seemed,
was then and is now justified by the
freedom that it gave and the priceless
! heritage that came to all people for all
time. The shattered sycamores anC
I the backened walls of ruined homes,
standing in mute silence, appealed tC
Heaven not in vain, for today the re.
| ioicing OF the UniOnist is mingled with
the Joy of the Confederate bound up in
! kindred ties of a common country
bound together by the intercourse oi
| the forum and the market place; bound
together in the sacred interchange OF
| domestic affection and cemented by the
loved little ones who reverence alike
the grandsire whether his face was
turned northward or TO the sea; and so.
"From the silence of sorrOwful homes
| The desolate mOurners go,
| Lovingly laden with flowers
Alike for the friend and the foe,
| Under the sod and the dew
Awaiting the Judgment Day,
| Under the roses the Blue,
| Cnder the lilies the Gray"
The war is over. The intervening
wears have bound up the wounds snC
! reunited tue broken ties. 1t is related
| that in the darkness at Gettysburg the
soldiers in blue and the soldiers in gray
knelt side by side 70 quench their thirst
at the same spring, not being able t
! distinguish friend from foe. Today
| there is no foe; all kneel at the same
altar and drink from the same fountain
The sunlight of freedom shines alike
upon all our fair land.
| All over the south today the rolling
seasons in their course have covered
the scars of war with their verdurC
of the better years that have come t(
our reunited people.
The embankments of the old fort
are covered with fruit trees, and bird
are whistling in the grassy embrasurei
from which once the cannon blazed
Nature waves her peaceful pennon
over all the shot-ploWed sod yellow
haryests grow in the fields were stoot
! YOUR guns; violGts cover the grount
Idrenched with slaughter; and childre
there with shout and laughter are chas
ing the sunny hours away, all thought
less of the dreadful tragedy Of carnag
once enacted around them. Your shriI
fifes and rafting drums are silent
Your victorious northern bugles hav
sounded the last charge. Your cannon
| slumber in silent arsenals. For year
your shredded and riven banners tha
once blazed in the forefront of battl
have been furled in triumph in our cal
itols. The silvery moon by night shine
upon a sleeping land of peace and
mighty people repose in peace beneat
Il the broad shield Of the Union. Let NJ
those be forgotten by whom this peat
was won. Forget not the men wi
Il through life must hobble on Il
II manned stump or wear the armle
II sleeve. Revere the memory of tho
n who, fgting, fell. and with each r
/ turning May visit their graves al
/ leLve thereon the perishable tokens
imperishable regard. And last al