Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-09-14
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las Lore Sharp. Harper & Bros.
In Franklin Park, just over the
way. I have found going on a busy
daily life so little different in essen
tials from my own, from your own,
as to change completely my old att1-
tude Of arrogance or Indifference to-
| ward that life. Here Is a tiny sane
tuary where undisturbed, and often
with direct assistance, plants and ami
mails may follow in freedom their
own individual ways of life. Just a
city square of green grass, just
groups of beautiful trees, just a few
birds and a single family of squirrels.
| That's all. Yet, as 1 came to see here
the constant practice Of a most eff
cient technic of life, developed under
the same passion of lfperpetuation
that possesses the human, 1 could not
deny to any of these intelligence and
| ingenuity and invention and even art
| itself, bent upon a supreme will to
live and to perpetuate their kind. In
| the heart of a great city this hand
breadth of natural life. so Identical
| with the human life swarming strenu-
ously about it, took deep hold upon
my imagination, and, indeed, upon
nv affection. And 1 pictured the
| thousands of such places springing up
all over the country where trees and
animals are claiming sanctuary ana
| safety.
This is the time Of the year when
mind and heart turn happily upon
such points Of refuge. For Nlmroo,
| thousands of him, is broad In the lana
seeking to dramatic himself In the
role of Jackie Horner, See, what a
! great bow am IT. This Is the season
| when the picture section of the daily
paper will project rather fatuous
! looking heroes, each draped in nun
dreds of birds or squirrels or hsh or
what.not of the defenseless world
| Each of these is prOclaiming himsel1
az more artful than a flock OF decoyed
ducks, or as a huge shot among black
| clouds Of birds, or a mighty hunter
who with other hunters and training
hounds, runs a lone little fox 10 It's
death. You recall, clearly, the only
time when the Prince of Wales looked
ANYTHING but royal-that time when
splendid lion or tiger, much more real
| in appearance than himself, lay
stretched full length at his feet. The
famous smile of the prince looked a
bit sick in that picture-and that
helped. little.
Did YOU ever see Three Arch Rocks?
| No? Well, there they are only about
/ mile out off the coast OF oregon
| Truly an impressive piece Of arch1-
| IN, /.
in arch and turret, by the unending
wash of the Pacific upon what was
| once, maybe, a bare mountain OF rock
| lifting out of the sea. With field
! glasses YOU could easily see upon 1t
'herds OF sea-lions sleeping on the
reefy lodges, the long lines OF black
cormorants crawling by their wing
TIPS over the heaving sea, the colo
MES of white-vested INJURIES in stuc-
coed patches up the rugged walls, the
Euls like pearls against the basall
brown, and now and then turteo
putin, g. mere ball of black, hurled
for some mark from of the rocky
peaks"
On October IA, 1907, just 10 years
ago, president Roosevelt set aside
this small group Of unsurveyed Is
lands as the first wild-bird reserVa-
ton on the Pacific coast for the
especial protection of see. fowl 1t
was Finley and Bohlman who stirred
the President up to make a sanctuary
Of Three Arch Rocks, the beginning
Of a great work for the saving of
wild life in the Northwest And
here Mr.. Sharp tells the thrilling adj
| venture out of which came this issue.
| These young men, under difflcult1eS
and dangers hard to believe. finally
| avval0 mol y
amazing wild life and left them with
a solemn promise to see what could
be done about it. That adventure is
worth reading, just to find out how
! much Of the Zest Of real hazard may
be enjoyed without killing a thing.
To go on-this promise took one of
the boys across the States to Wash
ington. He went to the White House
with his story and with pictures to
back it up and make it real. The
multitude on Three-Arch Rocks could
not see that eager man Theodore
Roosevelt, "all teeth and eyes, pound
ing fists, whanging about and below
ing Bully! Bully" just like an old
bull sea-lion. But Finley did. They
did not see him study the pictures and
vow, Wen make a sanctuary out of
| Three.Arch Rocks But Finley did.
And Congress did"
!
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There are stories here not so. ex-
citing as this One-StOries of the wild
life around home-just down the road,
over in that vacant lot. Even the
"Wildness of Boston" has place here
and becomes believable, too. under the
evidence so carefully submitted. The
authors home town Of bingham
comes in. naturally, for special expert
ences and stories growing out of these.
There are stories of the birds of Santa
Barbara as we'll as of the birds in the
East and around home. Adventure
a-plenty swarms around these familiar
creatures Their life histories reveal
characteristics and habits pretty much
as our own life stories do. These
creatures have skeletons in their
closets, az we do. An occasional one
has a past. much like the occasional
human. They are selfish and quarrel
some, sometimes like us. They take
care OF their children, and so do we
as rule. Then, being so much like
us and so much more helpless tina n
we are. they deserve our protection.
They really do and you will say so, all
over again, after reading this under
standing and human Interpretation
Of them.
"Stop killing and start creating
Stop cutting and start planting. Stop
wasting and start saving. Stop hat
ing and start loving. These are the
10 commandments Of conservation for
each Of us within his own dooryard
and neighborhood, over his own ranch
and farm; a sower Of seed. planter
of trees, a nourisher of life. where
harntoforo wa have each plucked and
burned and slaughtered"
I'VE still need legisla ton for the
saving of wild life. Yet salvation is
not in the law. 1t is in love
Both right and wrong bear the name
Of the law. Love runs ahead of the