East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-09-23
Three Thousand Humans See
Forest PrimevaI, Gorgeous
With Indian Tribe, Turn to
I Worlds Widest Village.
SWEET-vOICED SINGER
CROWNS EARLY EVENING
Artistic Pageant Of Old West
Takes Finaie in Rebirth of
Nefarious Poker and Terpis-
z core a la Jazz.

Community singing. under the
leadership of George Hotchkiss
Street. Portland vocalist, ls TO be
featured at Happy Canyon again to-
night and for the remaining pro-
grams. IL the crowds are for IT, Last
night the novelty was sprung on
the audience without warning and
they hummed through couple OF
old favorites In fairly good style.
Before the program is taken up to-
night, Mr.. Street plans to give the
crowd a chance to show what 1t
can do.
Three thousand humans, possessed
of a bit OF the primitive wended their
iaw-abiding ways toward Happy Can
yon early last evening. BY. midnight.
1000 humans. fun OF the primitive,
whooped II up as they heard the Ia
miliar strains OF ''No Place Like
Home rendered with feeling by MY
ers Novelty Orchestra In the pavilion.
The transition was complete the lid
was off. Round-Ijp week was on.
Indians Lead Thrills.
a few whoops. a volley of shots and
Indians entered on a scene such az
might have Inspired Longfeliow TO
pen. This is the fnrest primeval., =
Trappers, then emirTTtnts followed and
In quick succession thrills. snch as
only Happy Canyon can provide. we're
quickly reeled off. Things moved
with the speed of Bill Lyday after a
Ford car bearing a motorcycle IL
cense. One by ono cold ears began to
emorge from coat collars and humans.
Imbued with bit OF the primitive.
began to notice that their watches
beat faster.
II was a distinct treat TO those who
sat through shower that presaged
the arrival this morning OF half
hundred from Astoria. The calling
card OF the Lower coiumbians was
bounteous. like the odor of salmon oil
when the wind blows northwest. and
again ears ere scarce until the moon
cashed In on its comp ticket and sur
vcycd matters. That made things all
the more primitive.
Singer Crowns Evening.
Music from the sweet throat OF Miss
Harriet Leach, popular Portland so
prano. crowned the evening. The
young lady was charming in her strik-
ng costume. topped off with a black
beaver hat and the way she sang to
the cncorcs she rccevcd. why IL wasn't |
primitive at all.
The emigrant chorus. trained by J.
n. Scott. and the Happy Canyon quar-
tet, were as eagerly received as Pauline
Frederick win welcome hamburger
about meal time tomorrow. The
same 5000 humans. growing anon
more primitive, ciapped their hands
in Pleistocenc giec and without bit
OF civilized Restraint, yelled for more.
They got It.
jazz Battery Turned Loose.
Within the huge pavilion. where the !
march of civilization has turned to de-
vices for mulcting one OF his hard |
crned poke, feet chilled by inhospit- |
able breezes soon warmed to the bus-
ness ct hand. Vic Meyers turned loose
n battery of plano. accordion. marim- |
ba xyiophone. trombone, banjo and |
trap drums and away they went. Bob
Fletcher. master of the dance, jazzed |
them on their way. Hundreds OF cou-
ISes engaged in terpsichore for three |
solid hours, the stronger portion she'll |