The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1919-07-17

little home out of the timber. Is i
brother of the Misses Harriet and
Verdi Monroe, we'll known Portland
teachers, members Of Mazama club
and many other good things. Miss
Verdi motors up nearly every week
end with weary teachers or other pro
fessional women, in carload lots to I'LL
up on air. scenery, real buttermllk and
eggs of recent vintage.
John Goldsbury is the last orchardist
mountainward and up there beyond the
Lodge he is trying the experiment of
putting ''the blood in the apple" at All
altitude of nearly 1000 feet. Two or
three years ago he married Miss En-
lily Gilbert, daughter Of Judge and
Mrs. W. b. Gilbert. of Portland. Tney
winter in Tacoma busted at their re
spective eallings of life insurance and
civic betterment. .
A number Of business and other
women have bought farms up here and
one of these fair OrchardIsts. Miss
Grace Chambers, a Portland girl, is
doing practically all her own farm
work, inc lduing the running of the
spray wagon-a malodorOus and alto
gether unsavory task.
Not far away Mrs. Euwer presides
summertimes over the home of her
son, Eugene. fine log structure betit-
ting its setting and here another son.
Anthony Though known hereabouts as
Harry drank inspiration for his
Rhymes of Our Valley" In the
most virile of these, 1.-The Blood in
the Apple" according to one who
knows. much more might have been
said of what goes INTO this king of
fruits as cultivated here than Anthony
tells.
1t must be nice to have your own
home grown poet, though it might be
claimed that Mr.. Euwer was grated
on; however. there's lot Of grating
goes on here all the time. 1t is in this
book that another Portland girl, Fran
ces Gill, ''she of THE Little Days, 3"
who also charms many larger audi
ence with her music, is immortalized
by his telling that
When Frances comes to our house
We range ourselves around
On cushions or the hammock or
The steps or on the ground;
And then the stars they perch them
selves
Above their favorite trees,
The bats, expectant, futter round,
The crickets cross their knees.
And of the program and the postlude
he sings.
Fond melodies, dear memories,
Hopes still of things to be.
Come crowding in as Frances plays
With tuneful witchery.
Then down the trail we make our way
BY sage and chincapin,
Beneath the stars, with Frances there
Long with her violin.
"Limeratomy" came next and the
people who have to look at the fashion
made ''dames" of the day will appre
ciate this selection
An imag merry line is the waist
Which seldom stays long where it's
placed,
But ambles and skips
'Twixt shoulders and hips
According to popular taste.
And speaking of dame" Winthrop,
most polished writer, used this wore
and tin in 1858 in exactly the sam.
way as that of the slang singers OF
1919
Then comes Mr.. Euwer's cat-book
full of ludicrous conclusions about fe
lines. in jingles and prose. wing,
and Other War Rhymes" which hai
something of the ring and the swinl
of Robert Service, is his latest.
To return to our lo-dly peak, it ma,
be said that one who truly desires t,
understand and love our mountains
must acquire and absorb Winthrop
THE Canoe and the Saddle" Thoug,
written nearly 60 years ago his whim
sical wit, keen observation and exqais
ite imagery are still as refreshing as
crystal spring; and he was also tn,
first apostle of the campaign voiced il
the slogan, See America First, if h,
didn't coin the phrase. Even one
Frank Branch Riley, who is so wittil,
and eloquently trying to convince th'
effete east that it should see the north
west and do it now. may find new ar
gument in this old book wherein will
trenchant pen the traveller writes:
IL ask recognition for the almos
unknown glories of the Cascade noun
tains. We are poorly off for such OBJ
jects east cf the Mississippi Their
are some roughish excrescences know
as the Alleghanies. There is knobb
group of brownish White mountains
Best of all, high in down east is lionel
Katahdin. Hlllocks these never anon,
them one single summit brilliant for
ever with snow, golden in sunshine
silver when sunshine has gone.
Exaltation such as the presence of tn
sublime and solemn heights arouses
we dwellers eastward cannot have a
an abiding influence. Therefore
needing all these emotions at thei
maximum, we are compelled to max
pilgrimages back to the mountains O
the old world. But we wer
here forced to inspect also the heritag
of human institutions, and such a mar
kind as they had made after centurie
of opportunity and very sadly depres
sing we found the work, so that not
withstanding many romantic joys an
artistic pleasures, we came back ma
content. Let us, therefore, develo
our own world. 1t has taken us tw
centuries to discover our proper ives
across the Mississippi.
/ He concludes these reflections wit
/ inspiring words for "the Oregon pc,
! pie in climate where being is bliss
as carrying to a new and grander Ne
England of the west fuller growth {
the American idea, carrying the civi
ization of history where it will nj
t suffer by the example Of Europe.
} where it will achieve destiny
II Thanck ~ HIacc Rounion