The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-03-25

ton and swept and busted every home
far and near, free of charge and grew
rich off the sweepings.
Other events there are that dazzle US
as we follow the star-events, the or
igin of which is no less insignificant
than the curling iron episode, but the
influence of which gives
Kennewick immortal prominence in
the political and social development
and advancement of the age. One
event is most noteworthy. We find
its origin in the quiet siesta of a sat
isfied hobo, who solicited meal at a
back door and was fed, who canvassed
a barber shop and was shaved. Thus
at peace with himself and the world,
in comfort he sought the quietude of
the willows shade that fringed the
rivers edge. His twilight snore was
the signal trumpet to chorusing
troupe of veteran mosquitoes. In sing
ing numbers they came. They flew
and bit and flew and bit and as each
withdrew he left behind whiskery
proboscis bristling in the face OF the
sleeper. Anon he awoke to marvel at
the veritable Vandyke he had acquired
in few sleeping hours. The incident
was capitalized by few men OF en-
terprise who enlisted the aid of the
BARRIERS union and the safety razor
trust in financing whisker factory,
the first of its kind in the world. The
industry grew apace and Kennewick
not only became the mecca of the bald
heads of the world but the forlorn
hope of the English militant suffra-
gette was transformed into compelling
activity. Equipped with whiskers OF
all shades, kinds and quantities direct
from the Kennewick factory, they
bearded the Lords of creation in their
legislative halls, enforced every de-
mand and marched triumphant to the
ballot box. Thus encouraged the wo-
men of other lands became large pur-
chasers of the Kennewick output until
the globe over, women became the po-
litical peers of the sterner sex.
Thus we see that our blessings often
do wear a mask and the decaying fruit
that nauseates US, the winds that blind
us, the sands that smite us and the
bugs that bite us, are not, after all
stumbling blocks, but stepping stones
to future success.
The Hand of Destiny has not paint
ed in rosy tints all the future of Ken
newick. Darkening shadows fall across
the path like dust notes in the rain
bow. There are sorrows and sadness
and even calamities, one of which be
falls the community in the not fa
distant future. It comes with the pass
ing away of our mayor and wa
brought about by thoughtless, un
kind legislature who gave to all may
ors the freedom of speech in the coun
ell chambers and our executive talke
himself to death in an attempt to in
duce the council to pave Second street
His successor was selected fror
among the members of the Woman
club.
Would that had the artistic touc
to paint the Columbia landscape of tn
future, with its inviting green and 1t
pleasantly blending colors. The SUI
veying eye is led in ecstacy throug
avenues of never ending beauty, saw
for one lonely, tattered, unkempt an
neglected spot on the summit OF Of
Jump-Of Joe. Approach the barre'
thirsty spot, push aside the tangled
tawny sagebrush, and read, "For Tho
canst read" "Here lies the one VIZ
man in the community, who ii. lii
, talked about her neighbors. She die
sunwept, unhonored and unsung.
And now let us draw the curtai
and in drawing it say that the happier
ings Of the future are not chronicle
in the columns of the Courier-R epor
!, er for it seems that institution lapse
! with the passing of the editor, WI
neither met violent end nor was
given as q sacrifice to the physical
!. He dried and withered until, in OF
unguarded fatal moment, he wa
: snatched away on the wings OF
Kennewick wind storm. Whittier, Y
know not, for "The wind blowe'
where it listeth; we know not when'
: it comes nor whittier it goeth."
Starting the Day WronS-
There was q gloom on the face OF Il