East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-12-07

In most appropriate manner anu
with an excellent speaker in Francis
Galloway as memorial orator Pendle-
ton Lodge No. 2SS b. p. o. f. honor
ed the memory OF its departed men,
bers OF the Alta theater yesterday
afternoon.
The service was conducted by j.
V. Tallman. exalted ruler OF the local
lodge assisted by the staff Of officers.
Miss Eula CRANBERRY was the vocal
list and gave three pleasing selec-
tions during the program. She has
a rich clear soprano voice a violin
solo Souvenir" was rendered by Mr..
B. A. Mcdonald.
Mr.. Galloway is a speaker OF un-
usual force and eloquence and his ad-
dress yesterday gripped the audience
from the first syllable to the last. In
part. he said:
A beautiful custom Of our order
calls us together today The elev-
enth hour OF a fast fading year sum-
! mons a mighty host about the antler-
ed affairs OF a sorrowing brother
hood. This is the Elks hour Of COM
munion when we are again in fancy
and in spirit with those Of our broth
ers whose names have been called but
from whose voiceless lips no audible
reply has come.
With mellowed hearts and reverent
mien four hundred thousands Elks
pause at this appointed time 10 pay
affections tribute to lives which en-
dure as enriching examples. We are
today recalling the virtues Of our de-
parted brothers. inscribed on the tab
lets OF love and memory. Their faults
were traced in shifting sands and OBJ
liberated ere written.
II Is indeed appropriate that our
day Of memorial should come when.
the cold blasts OF winter have strip
ped the trees OF their sheltering
leaves, and have plucked from their
stems earth's choicest flowers. The
vanishing verdure. the sombre shades
on mountain and meadow mark the
end. the dissolution. the death OF ma
ture's annual offering. Nature her
self has donned the garb Of grief.
Death has long been the theme Of
poets. philosophers, theologians and
orators. Death itself We can in some
measure understand, and We accept II
as a solemn but constantly recurring
fact. What follows death has been
the great unsolyed mystery OF the
ages During unnumbered centuries
the human mind has struggled with
that thought. II has elected mans
profoundest philosophy. Mans dark
est uncertainties and his sublimest
hopes and faith: his greatest happi- |
ness and his worst dispair are built
around that thought.
The Persian Omar puts II thus:
up from Earth's center through the
seventh gate.
arose and on the throne Of Saturn
safe;
And many a knot unravelled by the
road,
But not the Masterknot OF human
fate"
When the soul OF some dear rela-
tive or friend goes TO explore for it.
self the mysterious real from whose
bourne no traveller returns the ten
ierest chords of the human heart are
'ont and torn. With clasped hands
md bleeding knuckles we knock up
m the portals of the tomb. With |
ear drained eyes we stare into the {
'acant beyond; we cry aloud for q
Whisper. a sound. some sign from the
.fter world.-but all in vain.
Strange is II not, that of the myri- 9
ads who
Before us passed the door of Dark
ness through a
,ot one returns to tell us of the road, Il
Which to discover we must travel b
too" n
Logic has little consolation then: {
he philosopher becomes child and f
lis theories playthings; the wizards !
'otion can not reach and heal the c
'ound left in the heart OF friend s
hip by all powerful and persistent t
leath. $
But man has faith. How dismal /
he home OF the dead unrelieved by Z
he prospect of immortal life. Hope 4
SaNhtS lioHl HidH last itSNlHb pldSt
stream OF light gorgeous with prom q
'es OF Immortality which. beginning |,
pom earth, extends far into the mys- n
lc realm OF eternity" c
II were a poet gifted with a pow Z
r OF words to portray the most pitt h
bic form OF life. should choose as a
ny theme. a man without hope or I,
nith, wandering imlessly,-Goodless o
nd alone, over the dreary deserts OF s
is daily life n
The Elk has faith He believes that Il
he annual recurrence OF foliage, fruits t,
nd flowers, the mysteries of birth a
nd death, are part OF the Master b
Ian; he believes that all the beauti- b
al and happy forms of life, that n
rave men and fair women, and little 7
hildren exist for something more a
lan to be annihilated;-to be brought a
, an abrupt and everlasting end. W
We do not ask our brother what Il
nth was implanted in his childhood n
lastic mind at his sainted mothers q
nee,--we care not what creed our
rother holds,--we do not ask him in P
hat shape or likeness he hopes to h