The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1920-10-14
NEW HOOD RIVER
SOCIETY ORGANIZED

A little nonsense now and then is
always relshed by the best of men,
Such was the motto adopted by a
new Hood River organization that was
born Friday night. ''The Society for
the Preservation and Encouragement
of the Science and Practice of Incon-
gruous Veracity" is the name of the
new club The idea originated recent
ly when j. II. Fredricy returned from
a fishing trip and reptroed having
sighted lizaro sporting a blue head.
red body and white tall. A belt was
purchased by number of public spir-
tied citizens. To it was attached a
gold buckle with the inscription,
champion, 1920" Mr.. Fredricy,
however, did not hold the belt long.
John Baker. following an evenings
motor trip over the Columbia High
way, told story of near collision
with 9-foot cougar on a sharp curve.
The citizens who purchased the belt
deemed Mr.. Baker more colossal
prevaricator. and one morning dele
cation called at his office. where with
due formalities the symbol was trans
ferred.
The meeting held Friday night was
called by letters mailed to citizens an
nouncing convention of civic import
ance. The assembly hall Of the club
room was fairly crowded. But few
were in on the secret. Judge Glanvile
was announced by Mr.. Fredricy, chair
man and first wearer of the champion
ship belt, as historian of the society
Mr.. Glanvlle graphically described the
feats and stories of the ex-champions.
Mr.. Baker then made the address of
presentation of the belt to G. w. Nc
Cullagh, who, it was declared, had
earned the possession of the belt by his
story of recent hold up. wherein two
men with rifle had halted his automo-
bile. firing when he failed to stop. Mr..
McCullagh, according to the story,
stopped his ear and chased the hold-up
man through the city, finally losing
him when the bandit crawled beneath
freight train and disappea ed in
junge grass of the Columbia lowlands.
The purpose of the meeting was
secret to MIR. McCullagh until the
championship belt was mentioned. He
accepted the symbol graciously and de-
clared that future possessor Of the
belt would have to'prove himself by a
real story.
Mr. Fredricy. Mr. Baker and Mr..
McCullagh were made regents of the
new organization. They will pass on
the claims of future applicants for the
championship belt. MIR. Fredricy's
Introductory address Friday night was
a gem of elOquence. He was like unto
new automobile. He climbed to
heights with suavity something to be |
compared to the smooth running of a
new and powerful motor He dipped |
down gentle slopes and SKINNED over
the level places. Only once did he |
skid, when he glded by the obstruction |
Of an unfamiliar word.
Mr.. Fredricy's address, appropos Of |
this and that and the other, was in part |
as follows:
Spring with its verdant freshness has
come and gone. The summers sun has
turned the fields of waving green to |
amber and the golden grains have been |
garnered. The blooms on the trees
have turned to lucious fruits, the wild
flowers have gone to sleep and the /
song birds are winging their way to
the southland. but natures painter is
still on the scene. for the hills are
ablaze with color, red, green and gold.
Soon the wintry winds will be upon US
and the golden leaves will glide silent
ly TO rest upon the bosom Of Mother
Earth. Then natures painter will COW
er the landscape with a blanket of
white and retire TO await the
coming Of spring.
We are not unlike the seasons. In
the springtime Of life we come into
his world, "a feather Of love dropped
INTO the lap Of motherhood, our tot
-ering footsteps are guided and our
tongues are taught words of
by parents love; then
comes the summer-childhood, when the
mysteries Of life are unfolded 10 US
and we love and yearn to be loved
hen the fall when we take up the
ares Of life just as did those that be
yot US Then follows the winter when
ne sit by the warm ireside and dream
Il the past and recall fond rtcOllec-
ions Of old pals who have jOurneyed
ihead Of Us, for surely the wintTy
Winds will some time find us and we,
ike the golden leaves, will glide 81
emily 70 rest.
But as we journey along iife's rug
red pathway. let Us keep the fires of
agl0w and warn those ,
Who follow Us Of the many pitfalls and
horns that beset life's pathway. By
oing this we certainly can feel that
We have done something TO Tighten the
Iurdens for the coming generation.