Evening star., 1934-08-19

its future from and with raw expert
ment-the age-old recipe for success
through trial and error. And that
era which definitely placed our halting
feet upon a new stepping stone of
progress that we might rise to greater,
even superlative heights!
Because of these 60-odd years of
mine in active newspaper work, be-
cause of my coverage of so many o.
the events which brought us 10 our
present economic state in this, our
year of 1864, it is pleasure indeed to
be enabled to recount this story of
goal attained, this story of our ma
tional electrification.
Goal Attained.
AS I sit here at my desk under
the soft glow of man-made sunshine,
lingering my electrified keyboard which
instantly reproduces the lines I write
in metallic slugs in newspaper Offices
of hundred distant cities, and con-
centrate in reminiscence upon the
past three decades, cannot help but
marvel. Marvel at the advances which
we, as a Nation. have made in that
short period and the details thereof;
marvel at the recuperative, inventive,
engineering and sociological ability
we have demonstrated in lifting our
selves from what seemed certain
debacle in those depressed days of
the early 30S: marvel at our
present carefree, contented existence,
an existence so joyfully, sharply
limned in comparison with those OF
other. olden hours.
Thirty years ago we thought we had
reached an age of mechanization of
industry; even of social and civic
life; and, having climbed to the peak,
must needs climb down again. What
infants we we're!
AS the years drop before my eyes
and memories come to the fore.
can see now how, step by step, these
changes came about.
Happiness Flows Like Waters.
For our ensuing generations have
witnessed the Boulder and Grand
Coulee and Casper-Alcova and Flam-
ing Gorge hydraulic power dams rising
from gigantic, raw gashes in the
earth to halt the flow of precious
waters to the seas that their mighty
force could be alchemized into human
happiness.
Especially can I visualize in retro
spect that great spectacle of the chris
tening OF Boulder Dam, harnessing
forever the gouging, erratic flow of the
Colorado. The shining face of our
President .as in his high, clear voice
he presented that monument of in
genuity to mankind; the cheering null
titude that lined the steep or sloping
banks in obeisance to that achieve
ment, banks then nothing but raw
clay and crumbling stone.
And then, this Summer, years later.
my return to that magnificent lake
resort which has been built up around
that giant reservoir Of the West! To
find the sun-baked rock of yore now
green with lush grass and dotted with
charming bungalows in all the graceful
architectures of Southern Spain; the
canyons and gullies where lizards and
horned toads and rattlers once sought
their prey now cool retreats shaded
by giant palms rustling peacefully in
the evening breeze: the silent passage
of canoes on the ripping waters, the
distant cacophony of multi-cylindered
motors powering speedboats to and
fro, the joyful shouts of children and
of grown-ups rolicking upon the sandy
strand or in the crystal waters.
Dreams of yesterday come true to-
day. World wonders dwarfing in
achievement all Of mans great
achievements since time began!
The mighty, racing, turbulent Co
lumbia tanned to the touch of a single
button; the broad st. Lawrence in its