Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-12-27

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Where is your home, sergeant "
'In San Marcos County, in the
southern part of the state. After
two wears of Siberia and four days
of this San Francisco fog, I'm fed
up on low temperatures, and, by
the holy poker, want to go home.
1t isn't much of home-jnst a
quaint, old, crumbling abode ruin,
but it's home, and it's mine. Yes, sir;
I'm going home and sleep in the
bed my great-great-grandfatheE was
born in.
"If 1 had bed that old, I'd FUN
agate it." the captain declared. Like
all regular army officers, he was a
very devil of fellow for sanitation.
'Do you worship your ancestors,
Farretp
"Well, come to think of it, l have
rather reverence for the ashes of
nv fathers and the temples of my
gods.
80 have the Chinese. Among
Americans, however, thought all
that sort of thing was confined to
the descendants of the Pilgrim
Fathers"
"If l had an ancestor who had
been q Pilgrim Father Farrell de-
clared, 'I'd locate his grave and
build garbage-incineratOr on it."
What's your crouch against the
Pilgrim Fathersi'
"They let their religion get on
top of them, and they took all the
Joy out of life. My Catalonion an
cestors, on the othe rhand, while
taking ther religion seriously, never
permitted it to interfere with a
fiesta. They were what might be
called regular fellows.
"Your Catalonian aneestorsi Why,
l thought you were black Irish, Far
reli"
"The first of my line that l know
anything about was a lieutenant in
the force that marched overland
from Mexico to California under
command of Don Gaspar de PortOla.
Don Gaspar was accompanied by
Fray Junipero Sierra. They carried a
sword and cross respectively, and
arrived in San Diego on July first,
1869. So, you see, Pm a real Califor-
nian."
"You mean Spanish-Californian."
'Well, hardly in the sense that
most people use that term, sir. We
have never intermarried with Mexi-
can or Indian, and until my grand
father Farrell arrived at the ranch
and refused to go away until my
grandmother Noriaga went with him,
we were pure-bred Spanish blonds.
Ny grandmother had red hair, brown
eyes, and skin as white as an old
bleached-linen napkin. Grandfather
Farrell is the fellow to whom 1 am
indebted for my saddle-colored com
plexion."
Siberia has bleached you consid.
erably. I should say you're an or
dinary brunei now"
Farrell removed his overseas cal
and ran long fingers through hi
hair.
"If I had a strain of Indian il
me, sir" he explained, ''my hail
would be straight, thick, course, anC
blue-blaek. You will observe that i
is wavy, medium crop, of average
fineness, an diet black"
The captain laughed at his frank
ness.
Very well, Farrell; I'll admi
you're clean-strain white. But tel
me: How much of you is Latin ant
how much Farrell"
1t was Farrels turn to chucklt
now.
; Seriously, | cannot answer thai
question. My grandmother, as J
have stated, was pure-bred Castil.
ian or Catalonian, for I suppose
they mixed. The original Michae
Joseph Farrell Il am the third Of
the name) was Tipperary Irish, ant
could trace his ancestry back to tbs
faries-to hear him tell it. But one
can never be quite certain how muct
Spanish there is in an Irishman from
the west, so l have always started
, with the premise that the result o.
> that marriage-my father-wa
, three-fifths Latin. Father marie,
. a Galvez, who was half Scotch; s
suppose I'm an American
'I should like to see you on you
native heath, Farrell. Does you
r dad still wear a conieal-crowne
sombrero, bell-shaped trousers, bol
ero jacket, and all that sort o
thingi"
"No, sir. The original Mike in
: sisted upon wearing regular trousei
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