The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1929-11-07

buxon and charming, who was des-
tined to attain a stature so heroic
that Columbia hailed her as the
greatest of her daughters and Uncle
Sam, unmindful of the fact that she
has grown up, still calls her his pree-
ious child and considers her the
sweetest little darling in the family.
Years ago, when she was born in
to the territorial world, the angels
named her Montana. There was some
talk IN Heaven at the time of calling
her Eden or Paradise or Utopia, but
the country hadn't fully recovered
from the ravages of war, the mind of
the world was serious and the name
Montana prevailed. Marie Corella and
Mary Jane Holmes hadn't started
writing novels al that time; the radio
haia't been invented and Hollywood
and the moving picture industry was
the seemingly unattainable hope and
dream Of a drab and dreary world.
otherwise she might have been call
81 Sunshine or Thelma or Static or
Greta or mabye Colleen or Billy.
With the name. Montana. she
lived and grew up, got her hair bob
bed and her eye teeth cut, overcome,
obstacles, made progress and thus
far her histroy reads like a romance.
Glorious in her past, she is strong
in the present and has an Astounding
faith in the future and from the hour
when her star first appeared to shine
forever in the field of blue, onward
to the end Of time, it was destined
that her story should be written in
letters Of living light for within her
borders the highest destiny of man
will be reached and the grand drama
Of an imperial state will go on in
never ending interest and glory.
They builded better than they
knew those of her pioneer sons who
built the first crude cabins in the
shadows of the mountains, or by the
clear streams that laved their gran
tie feet, drove the wild beast from his
lair, and the painted savage from his
lurking place of death, hewed the logs
for the first school house and church
and formed her first government. By
,he rude hearthstone close to nature, !
On the broad expanse of the prairie,
and in the deep silence of the forest, |
ruth ca1f canr;f;oo orJ oo,,coo.o ,.,o-o
virtues a race will go on
achieving as long as they live, and
perish only when they are dead.
Who is there so poor in love, so
1ereft or sentiment as not to find in
his lineage the incentive to duty?
What man is there who does not feel
he richer and stronger that he lives
n this land of hope and promise
Where is he whose pulse does not stir
o quicker beat whose heart does not
Flow with fuller pride, whose mind
Ioes not illumen and rise above the
ordid things of earth when he reads
Ter story of primitive life and strug-
lie? If he has the soul of an artist
e can see beauty in her frowning
Mountains and rolling clouds, her
'reen fields and winding streams, her
owering peaks and matchless can
-ons with the golden sun sinking in
he West like a benediction on it all,
nd feel the uplifting of the spirit of
1od, as it moves upon the scene. If
poet, he can find material for all
erse in the promise of her glorious
uture and is the sunshine and shad-
VS. of her past and in gentle peace
nd fearful storm, sing all the notes
the human soul and sound the
trings that tell Of joy and sorrow, of
we and life Of war and death
Montana You have the precious
the cattle, sheep, fruits,
rains and delightful climate. Your
are masterpieces Of an ar
istic Creator and your landscapes
re as fair as Mahomet's vision of
eaven. Your men are as brave as
'aesar and your women are so win
ONE that every bird sings along the
ighway the leads to the shrine of
upid
But, Montana, you must not forget
he past: You must keep forever in
oliest remembrance the pioneer men
nd women who first put pillow in the
cd and planted the primitive flower
arden-a strip of squaw maise-who
truck the first pick in the golden
ands of Alder Gulch or roped the
irst steer at Coulton. You must
arner into memory's purest urn re-
objections Of those heroic days, those
anished times, that wrestled with
he souls of men and Christanized the