Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1916-09-23
Charles 7. Logan, Jr.
And His Short Career
By His Father
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A Boys Ideals

The life of any one may always be
best judged by the ideals evidenced in
that life of the cardinal principle of
duty. That Charles T. Logan, jr., had
these ideals was evidenced by his own
creed as practiced at home where
those associated with him from in
fancy were best able to judge and
form correct views of what he repre-
scented. There was no one ideal of
his life so we'll fixed in his heart as
love of home. AS youngster he did
a great deal of travelling all over
America, and always his hope was
one day to have home of his own
rather our own, for his heart was his
mothers and wanting to be at her
siGe was his greatest comfort in life.
He never wanted to break away from
her, and his smallest trial or triumph
was sure always to find lodging
place in her confidence. To US this
seemed logical, natural thing for
him to do. Yet he did it always I'M
grudgingly, leaving nothing at any
time to be guessed. Now that he is
no longer with us-just gone away, let
us believe!-we may look back upon
these tendencies to let us know of
his life and its activities as desire
to have us see the truthful side of his
ex stence, as though it were but the
vocing of his innermost being-a
SOFT of daily outpouring of a prayer
of life. | cannot conceive of his life
as representing less of truth than it
did of sincerity. Nothing more COM
plotely upset him than for any kind
of doubt to be cast upon his motives.
He would seldom say anything to an
other who questioned him about some
thing he had not spoken of, but in
va riably walk away as though wound
ed that doubt should dare obtrude
ul on the sancity of his life's purpose.
| have felt at times as though this
keen Indignation were not justified in
growing child, but it was just his
way of bearing the cross.
| Nature His Becko,lii is z Gil
Furthermore, while he did not lfor
the last few years of his life become
constant church-goer, it was for no
lack of faith, or religious purpose, or
conviction, but from the fact that he
always seemed to be in need of rest
or, at least recreation. He dearly
loved to drive his car, and on Sum-
days when the weather was inviting,
and many other times, when far off
5rysting spots we knew were giving
him the reckoning call, he was out
for a spin along the Bergen roads,
net for the purpose of passing time,
but because it was giving him the
one cherished thing of contributing
to his mothers much-needed demand
fof ut-of-door life, and for the fur
Their reason that he himself was the
dome of heaven l have ever observed:
That this was for him a form
of worship | do not question.
Tie call of nature was always
a song to his heart. l have
seen him drive his car out in a
binding snow just for the purpose of
being in it. l have seen him face
storm for the sake of looking at it.
Rain had no terrors for him, and the
liz htning never feazed his nerve.
Once semi tornado swept through
Palisade on an afternoon that took
trees up by the roots, or else twisted
them off above the ground, and went
roaring off to the big city over the
Hudson, taking down big apartment
buildings in its wake. Yet that boy
stood in the dining room of his home
and watched it with complacent in
terest through window, afterwards
telling of it with the thrill of boy
describing something that had been
DIR amatic incident in his life. The
trees around him were bending and
breaking, yet he never thought for
moment that anything could happen
to him. 1t was an expression of the
power of the elements, and he drank
it in with all of it's sublime fury with
eager interest that was as innocent
as it was admirable.
| have never seen him vince at any
elemental disturbance, night or day,
and We have been in some furious
storms together. For my own part
| confess to certain storm dread at
times, though living in Palisade |