New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1922-07-06
corrlsh, i,sl. New YorN rrIbuns inc.

truth. Of course. Bat not much more
than a quarter Of the truth. We can
find plenty Of people who never look at
sunset, who never 20 forth after
either beauty or adventure, 20 whom
lie means routine and whose philosophy
is summed up in tha. ghastiy phrase.
Safety hrst" But they are not the
people who matter.
have found as have journeyed
about over this land the most unlikely
persons busy on far quests. Young
men in Fords camping amid the glories
OF our national parks, men who had
dropped their Jobs for the time 20 seek
adventure, and who went 70 nature for
il; who climbed peaks and struggled
through deserts; who told me they
had come from Georgia, Maine or New
Jersey, and would not stop this side Of
the shores Of the Pacific II only the
hiyver held cut. They we're getting q
very large amount Of Joy out OF Life,
and they were taking the risks adven-
turers must take in order 20 get IL.
Not only young uen. Old couples,
pioneers OF other days, and pioneer
ing still. Girls tramping lonely
trails. Girls starting out 70 open
business in some little place where a
tearoom or a bookshop might succeed,
because 70 human being had ever
thought OF beginning such an enter
prise there before. Men and girls
both who we're doing botanical or bio
logical work at small pay, not for the
money In II, but because II gave such
opportunities for adventure and for
beauty. These were recruited from
far-rcmoved sections Of the country;
some came from the great cities and
others from those small towns AZ
which the finger OF our scornful intelli-
gcntsia points so scofinsly.
| have been on ranches that have
been proved up by women as well as
| by men-ranches whose simple
wooden shacks were not yet beautiful,
but whose owners held vision in their
eyes that made for beauty. II there
Is any adventure more adventurous
than this Of turning n piece Of desert
land into fields OF corn and wheat by
your own labor and the assistance OF
equally adventurous and rather far
removed neighbors, I'd like TO hear OF
It. Nothing drab there. though II
might look drab TO a passerby who saw
only the shack and the wire fences
and the plowed land-and 10 whom the
vision was hidden. Talk with the
rancher II you want TO hear the Ian
euage Of true romance. l know one
girl who left we'll paid position In
Denver, with every prospect Of ad-
vancement, 10 prove up on n ranch In
western Colorado because she wanted
life worth living" She's done II, too.
and the shack she lived In for FIVE
years has grown 70 a real ranch house
with broad verandas and Navajo rugs,
whose beauty even our most depressed
Intellectual could not deny. And she's
had fun doing II. real fun, with awful
ly hard work.
II you want TO feel the spirit OF
adventure moving In this drab land Of
ours, sit in with group Of men who
are planning one Of the great rec
lamation schemes 20 which we are
pledged. II isn't the money side that
attracts these menj IL Is the great
creative adventure, II Is the poetry,
though they might not admit II In
words. And when you look sadly
enough at the dissertation Of beauty In
the hidcous signs that dishgure the
lovclIness Of our countryside, and
which we are not yet civilised enough
to forbid. remember, too, that In almost
every state Of the Union people sre