Evening Republican, Volume 59, Number 115, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 June 1917 — Page 3

Why Not Take Your Vacatoin in a National Forest?

If you can afford to go to Colorado the federal / government willlend tM you a magnificent Iga playground o f thir- H teen million acres in mN which to disport yourself and enjoy the world's most gor- 1 gedus scenery ■ ' By W. I. HUTCHINSON U. S. Forestry Service

O YOU know what it means to be cool all summer; to lie in lazy luxury in W the shade of the forest; to cook your rTj fj £ meals over an open fire, and turn in |p| for a night’s rest on a bed of boughs? if you do not know these thln s s - y° u A know little of the great out of doors, Ar-rtj) and life still holds many pleasures for yfxrLf you—pleasures worth living for and enjoying. CyrvJ “Yes,” you say, “I have been in the i mountains; I know them.” Do you V really think you know the mountains? Turn over in your mind the places you have visited. Look them up~rm the map, and then cast your eyes north, south, east and west over the remainder of this great country of ours. You will agree with me now, won’t you, that your knowledge is but as one of the leaves of a forest floor? Perhaps you have seen mountains, back East or down South, and have even climbed them and thought them stupendous. But you will never know what real mountains are until you have crossed the “Big Muddy” and stood at the foot of those mighty sentinels of the West —the Rockies. A thousand rugged peaks bid you welcome, and the snow-capped summits seem as fingers of a gigantic hand lifted to draw you to them. Have you not felt the call of the mountains, you Mr. Business Man, and you and you, my.friends, whatever' may be your place in this world? It was only yesterday I saw you sitting at your work, dreaming. Was it of the big trout you were thinking, in the dark pool by the haystack rock, or that little lean-to camp on the edge of the meadow In the big‘timber? That was some camp, wasn’t it? And do you remember the fir-bough bed and the big open fire, and the deer that wahdered-up into the light one evening to see what it was all.about? How It all comes back to us, and how we long to be again “in the clear” and wander at will in God’s great out of doors. You must feel ft—you can’t escape it. It is the call of the Red Gods of the mountains —a part of the heritage of us Americans, handed down from our forefathers. Let us get out our map and decide where in the great West we will spend our summer. We will look over the Rocky mountains first; here they are right under our finger. This is the Continental divide, the backbone of this great country. Most of it runs through national forests. Do these words mean anything to you? Forests belonging to the people of the United States. Yes! you and I are part owner of these forests; you and I and some hundred million others who are proud to

In the Southern Highlands

(From Dixie Highway.) The most unique and weird rambling ground for automobile tourists on the continent is outlined by ' proceeding north on the east leg of the Dixie highway from Chattanooga to the vicinity of Lexington Ky thence over a sunset course to the west leg’ and’ south along the latter route to the point of beginning* These boundaries Inclose an irregular area as large as a minor European principality. Dropping deep into the heart of this region th* tourist comes upon a curious wonderland. The scenery Is as beautiful as any in the worid. It ts made up of a mass of mountains, in places covered with dense and virgin forests, carpeted with an astonishing flora, through which meander new country roads, and fantastic by-ways in the course of feverish construction. There are cliffs beside which a family of skyscrapers would appear as ambitious bowlders, and fields of mutoirocks, lying helter-skelter as would the discarded blocks of some prehistoric giant child grown tired at play. Over them Mother Nature has splashed her most brilliant colors. Here and there are the homes of the mountain folk. Some are mere cabins; others more pretentious structures; but all are constructed of native materials which grow gracefully picturesque with '“ 8 These highlanders are the people of a more or less truthful fiction. Going about their every-day affairs they present the pleasing spectacle of livmcnagesfrom the books. backgrounded by the supremein nature They are a kindly set, with outcrops of qawmfnon beliefs. Among th^J u* oTfiryoung - jnsTMa men and women. who boast of eighty; and ninety “ears as their age. yet appear to be just cleverly started upon their journey into that realm beyond Se half-century mark. These old people not only attest the healthfulness of their environment but are human documents of an order to be found notourist finds more that is new and Inspiring in tois region than in any other section to which he might turn. There comes the thrill which the .Storer feels when he views scenes that are sSnee to ordinary human eyes. The spell of the SXJ everywhere, tor the heart of this lr- • w>on,n ' " h 0 microUms ™ Into

call themselves Americans. The government manages them for us, but they are part yours and part mine, because we help pay for their upkeep. You are welcome to use the national forests as a place for hunting, camping, and fishing, and for rest and recreation. The latchstring is always out, and there is no closed door or cumbersome restrictions. Of course, you will be careful not to set the woods on Are; for who wants to burn up his own property? And you will be sure to clean up your camp before you leave, I know, so as to make it pleasant for the next party that comes along. From Maine to California, and from the Canadian line to the Gulf of Mexico, there are 156,000,000 acres of such playgrounds, held in —trust for your use and recreation and for that of your children and your children’s children. Learn to know the national forests! They are well worth knowing, because they offer to the tourist, the camper, the hunter, and the health seeker, everything that the heart of man could ask. The clean, bracing air of the hills, the glorious freedom of the mountains, the cool summer breezes, and the rippling running water, all these and more are yours if you will only have them. The great outdoors Is calling you—will never cease to cal! you until you answer the summons. Shall we spend the summer in the Rockies —In Colorado? Everywhere we hear the slogan, “See American First.” Why not “See Colorado First of All?” Whatever this great centennial state

By HARRY BARNET

pled for a while, then passed from this section. There are what looks like traces of Roman legions and of the Jews, or tho Roman conquerors of the Jews. What they did history does not tell us. There are to be found occasional hollow-tree-trunk caskets inclosing mummied remains wrapped about in mattings of, strange weave. Once in a while a cave gives up Its dead. In one, three mummied bodies were found. They were seated in Individual pyramidal baskets, placed far back in the cave, which was paved with brick fashioned by ancient workmen. The mummied carcass of a dog was found in another cave not far away. In life the animal resembled somewhat our present shepherd dog, except that a heavy mane grew from base to tip on the underside of Its tall. There pass before the eyes of the tourist a panorama of civilization. Along the railroad Is the civilization we view from the train windows. Farther back In succession the tourist passes into that of the seventeenth century and beyond, while in few instances primitive people live in caves and beneath overhanging ledges of cliffs. The latter are remarkably rare. But in whatever state one finds human beings in this region written history is scanty. History of our own times is being made and recorded in unusual manner. This whole section is one of the richest spots the nation has in actual and potential resources. They are being rapidly developed. —For instance, the to wnofSt earns, Ky., -Is one of the most curious communities In the United States It is a mining and timber town. All towns elsewhera en^»Tn 'tb^’^hfeTmlWries parently laid out after the same general unattractive pattern. 1 Stearns Is about fifteen years olid. In atmosphere it offers a bit of the Latin Quarter. In that It Isi the resort of artists of national prominence. They make their headquarters In Stearns while painting the mountain types and scenery. Ugliness and work are separated In this remarkable town. Service Is there, but it Is made less crude by preservation of the beauty spots. The homes are not arranged in disorderly rows, but are scattered about in the forest, and painted to blend with the varying natural tints surrounding them. There are no social distinctions so long as men and women conduct themselves somewhere

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tent life in the mountains m perfection; to the wilderness a fltrails rarely trodden; to the au o , tsman cently planned system of roads; to we ary fishing and hunting in abundance, and 111. rest and health: to the _ body, recreation and pleasure. Adde _ is an advanced degree of civilization, . forts and conveniences of living and tra are unexcelled. Everywhere you go in the Rocky mountains you will find national forests —13,000,000 acres in o - orado alone--which are for your enjoyment as well as general use. Here you may camp at pleasure, or hunt and fish without restrict! except those imposed by the state game laws. There is always something for every member of the family to do-for the adults, mountain climbing, exploring the woods, gathering flowers, taking photographs, berrying, or resting under the shade of the trees with a good book; for the children, playtime in the genial sun from dawn till dark, without fear of wild animals, snakes, or noxious weeds. And after the day, a night of restful sleep amidst the delicious coolness of the mountains. This is life out of doors In the Rockies, amid the pines, and spruce, and aspen, and the wholesome silvery sage; with the gray granite peaks and snowy crests sentinel about; spring and summer below, sparkling winter above.

near the standards imposed by society for Its own preservation. Stearns is, perhaps, the only town in the United States founded and maintained upon the thirtieth chapter of Genests. When the town was founded the labor of the mountains was primitive and inefficient. Native independence prevented any application of the doctrine/of “Do” and “Don’t." Suggestion remained as the only course in the training of efficient labor for the mines and woods, and the laws of suggestion have been followed until they have made of the town a center of social scientific experimentation. Near Jamestown, Tenn., the tourist can trail, 11 he'likes, the ghost of “Old Squire Hawkins” returned, we can Imagine, and wandering happily among the very things he predicted would come to pass upon his “75.000 acres,” as detailed by Mark Twain in the opening chapter of “The Gilded Age." The most striking about such a ramble is the contrast between reputation and character. The scene of that first chapter of “The Gilded Age” is laid In the “Tennessee Lands,” which he- _ longed to the father of Mark Twain. Of them he ■ said they “had a reputation like Nazareth, as-far ns Turning out anything—good was concerned.”" These lands are turning out many a good thing, apples, for one, superior to those of any other section of the United States. In* any part of this region making up the heart of the irregular Inclosure, the tourist Is bound to come across the folklore of the hills, decidedly parallel to that or the old Scottish highlands, and find that all romance Is not canned in the movie dramas.. .. It offers unusual sport to the fisherman; a rare field to the photographer; and for the delight of the material minded, flocks of gnats and their families are clearing the undergrowth for the com- 1 Ing of cattle. The goats are a welcome sight They mean the saving to this country of something like $"5,000,000 annually- sent abroad tor gnat skins, besides the help the flesh of the goats affords In relieving a rather tense meat shortage. Road building is going on with that intensity which follows a long period of inactivity. Until recently the mountaineers have been content to follow mere trails, and mule paths at times, but -the wave of development which has come among them from tpe outside has stimulated them to build roads that compare with any. _ ,L -

may be —whether a leader iu mining, or a world-renowned producer of agricultural crops-lt is, and always will be. a "Meet# of the health-seeking and seen W-lovlng Amerte.. ««««; snow-capped peaas, mountain streams, and s tag takes set like Jeweto the evergreen forests, with those of any world Colorado spells outdoors. What do the Rockies offer to vou and me? A glorious climate, the unsurpassed beauties of nature. recreation, rest, health, ami freedom from all care and worrv. To the camper is proffered

Kin Hubbard Essays

How may I boll a egg three minUtes? Myrtle. Answer. First secure an illaminan vessel (tin er granite ware ’ll answer) fill 4h’ same two-thirds full with fresh dear water an T eeton stove an’ a How it t* come t’ a boil. In th’ Interim select a egg an’ hold it In th’ thumb an’ index finger. This may be done by pickin’ It up naturally. As th’ water approaches th’ boilin’ point drop th’ egg gently in, bein’ careful not t’ make a splash. Then count sixty slowly three times an’ lift th’ egg from th’ water with *a table spoon.

Th’ Woman’s Page Tells How Girls Who Kin Remember th’ Franco-Prussian War May Be Ironed Out an' Tinted an’ Put Back in th' Runnin’; It Telia What a Young Lady Should Put in Her Suitcase for a Week-end at Terre Haute.

Where a stop watch is available th’ time spent in countin’ may be profitably employed with other duties o’ th’ kitchen. • Th’ above is jist a sample from one department on th’ Woman’s Page o’ th’ average newspaper. Th* other columns are devoted t’ flirtin’, failin’ hair, flat chests, marriage an’ recipes fer cold baked p’taters, freckles an’ catsup. If a young housekeeper Is goln’ t’ entertain some folks from Pennsylvania that used t* know her husband when th’ world seemed bright she consults th’ Woman’s Page an’ finds out how t’ make a chuck steak allurin’, an’ how t’ make th’ dinin’ room gay with highly colored inexpensive blooms when th’ snow is on th’ ground, an’ how t’ make candle-sticks out o’ rosy-cheeked-apples at a nickel per? Th’ Woman’s Page tells how girls who kin remember th’ Franco-Prus-slan War may be ironed out an’ tinted

Milt Whitehill, an ole. Brown county boy, who went west In th’ eighties, dropped in on his boyhood friends here Friday. He’s on his way t’ Washin’ton t’ see President’ Wilson abont considerin’ th’ widenin’ o’ th’ Arkansas river. “What ever become o’ Elam Swallow, Milt?” asked ole Niles Turner. “O, he’s one o’ th’ big guns o’ Jay Bird, Kansas.” “Umph! He wuz an awful failure durin’ his. ole sawmill days.” “Did Pogue Spry ever finally amount t’ anything, Milt?” asked Hon. Exeditur Cale Fluhart. “Pogue Is now promotin’ a big irrigatin’ scheme In Idaho an* worth a million.” “We used t* think he wuz a burglar.” “Well, what ever become o’ poor Henry Sapp?” asked Tipton Bud. #

“Yea, Percy Is a Night Clerk in a Dollar-a-Day Hut-tel in Wichita."

“Henry owns a chain o’ wheat elevators." “Ther wuz a boy that jist had sense enough t’ put his cap on when school wuz out.” *’l reckon Arlw Whipplc*'s hung by this time,” says Uncle Ez Pash. - indeed. He owpsTour pers in Montana an’ Wilson Is liable t* give him a pusteftke.” “He never done nothing but hang around th’ ole Hayes an’ M heeler club room when he lived, here.” !, “I almost fergot t* ask you about Clarence Hanger, Milt. Hfa eyes wuz too close t’gether an’ his folks come from Chillicothe, Ohio,” says ole Niles Turner. v “Clarence got very rich out o’ his zinc mines an’ married th’ daughter o’ a railroad president I think they’re abroad now.” “Ther must be some mistake. He crocheted till he wuz twenty-one.”

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an’ put back in th’ runnin’; it tells * girl with a mustache how, by a easy tortuous process, she may yet become th’ pride o’ th’ village; it tells what a young lady should put In her suit case fer a. week-end at. Terre Haute. Even when a gtrt writes: "I am seventeen years ole with pleasan’ face an* fine figure but I toe in. Won’t you save me? Gwendolyn,” th’ editur o* th’ Woman’s Page Is not daunteA "I am goln’ with a young man o’ wealth an’ ideal habits but somehow his very touch does not thrill me. Should I entrust my future happiness t* one who does not thrill me? Theresa.**

That’s easy fer th’ editur o’ th’ Woman’s Page. She kin even tell how t* banish that “single agin” feeUn'.How t’ utilize ole apron strings, useful articles made from discarded broom straws, simple recipes fer cherry pies (open face er huntin’ case), exposure o’ th’ many tricks on th’ unsuspectin’ in th’ selection o’ a cucumber, coaxin’ verbenas in February, how t’ bring out th’ sunken cheeks o’ a wilted turnip, nifty aprons from shirt tails, how t’ discourage sick ants, how t’avoid th’appearance o’haste an’flurry In servin’ a guinea, th’ value o’ th’ carrot in carryin’ out color schemes, lastin’ tints fer ear lobes, suitable colfures an’ throat Joggers fer retreatin’ chins an’ veined foreheads, an* how t’ winter a lantana in th’ latitude o’ Detroit. Th’ Editur o’ th’ Woman’s Page knows all o’ these things. Th’ 'Woman’s Page Is enough t* make th’ ole time mother turn over in her grave under th’ cedar tree an* shake hands with herself.

OLD TOWN BOYS

“Do you ever; bump up agin’ Perce Dunstan in your travels, Milt?” asked Gabe Craw. “Yes, Percy is l a night clerk in a dollar-a-day hut-tel In Wichita.” “Well, he wuz a good pool player.” “Milt, do you remember th’ Sargent girl that run away with th’ professor o’ th’ ole Acme Skatin’ rink jist about th’ time you went west?” asked Ez Pash. “They’re livin’ at Coffeyville, Kansas, down on th’ border. They’ve got' five children, all in college, an’ they travel most o’ th’ time an’ enjoy ther money.” “Somebuddy ought t* go t’ Coffeyville an’ show her up.” “Do you ever run int’ Andy Gard out West?” asked Tilford Moots. “Oh, yes. Andy is very wealthy a|»* at th’ head o’ a big college.”

“He loafed an’ read when he lived here.” “What ever become o* Morton Bender after he sold out here?” asked ole Niles Turner. “Morton went int’ business In St. Joe, Missouri, after sellin’ out here. Things got t’ gpin’ bad with,him aif fie finally wound up In th poor house. “That’s more like it. I remember th’ very day Borton Bender pulled uj an’ went west. I wuz leanin’ agin’ 1 tree that stood where th’ postofflet now stands an* I says t* him, says I, ‘Morton Bender, you’d better leave well enough alone.’ ” Somes folks hate t’ see a feller sueceed even if he’s workin* fer th’ Lord. (Copyright. Adams Newspaper Service.)

Honor the .unobtrusively good snd think less of those whose merit Is in» tellectual ability—Herbert Spencer.

Where Honor is Due.