Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-11-01

n1Snl. w nile we may not receive llle all
woodland la yard-wide spiritual uplift that
| DR.. GrlggS would have given us, we are pr1v1-
| legged to listen to the near-silk humor of a
substitute, who, the committee in charge
venture to hope, will prove to be Just as good
as the other. We of course don't know that
it will be; but we live in hope as well as on
| it, and, lacking the great satisfaction that |
had expected to be mine in presenting DR..
Griggs to you this evening, it still gives me
certain melancholy pleasure to introduce
to this audience that highly mercerizcd near
speaker, Mr.. Just Good-as X. Bangs, on
whose behalf | bespeak your charity and
Your tolerance"
As rule like to play a little with my
chairmen; but deemed it unwise on this
occasion to monkey with I; buzz saw" and
plunged directly into the work in hand with
out venturing upon the usual facetious pre-
| liminaries | felt that had enough work
cut out for me already, and for an hour and
half exerted myself strcnuously to be Just
as good as l could be, neither more nor less.
Then, when it was all over, and my case was
| in the hands of the jury, a charming woman,
with delectable smile on her face, came
| rushing up to the platform. She seized my
| hand and shook it Vi gorously as she spoke.
ooh, MIR. Bangs" she said with an cnthu-
sasm so delightful that l listened eagerly
| for the honeyed words to come, I'VE are so
glad you came! IoH haze made our diSdP-
bointmeM 6omPlete!'
ANOTHER incident prefer not to locate
other than by saying that it was in the
West-and where the West begins no man
may say. l know New York lady to whom
| it begins at the Cortlandt street opening of
| Mr.. McAdoo's Hudson River tubes, who
has no notion at all that anything lies be-
You'd save the names of few cities that
mean nothing to her, and the Rocky Noun
tains. With others it begins on the banks
of the Mississippi. Once in the heart OF
| Iowa, when | was speaking to young col
lego student there on the glorious opportuni
ties of the West, in the hope of making him
see how much | appreciated the wonderful
country in which he lived, the young man
staggered me with the reply:
"Yes, Sir, | believe you are right. Ny
father 7cdnfS me to go West 7lheN get through
sriM MY spork here"
| So it would seem that the old rimc about
the little INSECT
| Every flea has little flea to bite him,
And so it goes ad innitem-
may very we'll be adapted to the uses of
those good souls who now and then try to
reach the intinity of westernness. But there
is another poem more directly applicable to
|
like to think of in moments when | am re-
fecting upon its cordial welcome to me:
Out where the hand clasps a little stronger.
Out where smile dwells little longer
That's where the West begins.
| Out where the sun is little brighter,
Where the SHOWS that FALL are trifle winter.
| Where the bonds of home wee bit tighter
| That's where the West begins.
Out where the world is in the making.
Where fewer hearts with despair are aching
| That's where the West begins
Where there's more of singing and less of signing;
Where there's more of giving and less of buying.
And a man makes friends without half trying
| That's where the West begins.
The author of those lines, who was, be-
lieve, Arthur Chapman of Denver, seems
to me to have come closer to a solution of the
problem than any other. For our own pur-
poses just now, however, let us say that the
incident to which wish to refer took place
in that part of the West which lies between
Sandy Hook and the Golden Gate.
MY audience in this particular spot was
! A'A delightfully."- responsive; SO much SO