The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 22, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 26 September 1912 — Page 3

I JAMES WHITCOMB KILEY—The Hoosier Toet

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IDDEN away between two busy thoroughfares in Indianapolis Is Lockerbie street. Scarce two blocks ,in length it resembles nothing so much as a country . lane. Great elm trees line the sides and meet to form a bower of shade. It is unpaved, for its “leading resident” does not like

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paving, and when, several years ago, the city council insisted that it should he converted into a conven:ional city street with a paving of brick, he voiced his protest in a poem beginning: •Such a dear little street it is, nestled away, From the noise of the city and heat of the day, Tn cool shady coverts of whispering trees. With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breeze. Which in all its wide wanderirigs never may meet "With a resting-place fairer than Lockerbie street! That poem has long been famous and Lockerbie street remains as it ■always was, “nestled away from the “Xnoise of the city and heat of the day.” Its “leading resident” is no less a personage than James Whitcomb Riley. recognized as the greatest of living American poets and whose name s one the best known literary critics of the = world treat with a profound respect. Here in Lockerbie street he lives, quietly, unostentatiously, in a large brick house that breathes the very spirit of comfort, but which makes no pretentions to eleganoe. And to this spot countless friends will wend their way on Monday, October 7, to extend their congratulations and felicitations, the occasion being the poet’s birthday. This will begin what is to be known throughout literary circles as “Riley week,” and which will mark the greatest ovation ever tendered an Ameri- . “awriter. This celebration will not ■■i e’corilined to Indianapolis either, for nearly every city in the United States has enthusiastically taken up the idea and arranged exercises to be held during this week in honor of James Whitcomb Riley. Every on< seems anxious to pay tribute to the man who has brought sunshine into thousands of lives. Only a few months ago there was sadness in many hearts, for the word had gone forth that Mr. Riley had been stricken with an illness from which he could never recover. But today that sadness is changed to joy, for Mr. Riley has been spared to celebrate another birthday. He is not only alive, but practically as well as ever Ije was. He is always happy, and although he no longer strolls through the Indianapolis streets as once he did, he is still a familiar figure, and every day he takes long rides in his big touring car. He is an enthusiastic motorist and one of his principal delights is to take his friends for a spin around the city or through the country in the vicinity of Indianapolis. . In 1853. in the little country village -pf Greenfield —scarcely even a village in those days—there was born James Whitcomb Riley, the son of Reuben Riley, a lawyer and a man known for ais fearlessness and unconventionality. The boy’s mother —a Marine —was a gentle and naturally poetic woman, s and it was from her that Riley inherited his ability as a rhymester. The young lad’s life, in his earlier years, was not marked by any unusual event. His was the life common to boys in small towns. iJeyond this, nothing much is known —there is nothing else to know. He attended school irregularly, more often than not a truant —as he himself has pictured —barefoot, browned by slimmer suns, happy and care-free, listening to a voice no other boy could hear, keeping his heart open and his soul free — a heart and soul that have •never grown old. “I did not go to school very much,”

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PUT FORWARD NEW RELIGIONS Wives of Prominent Public Men Develop Faiths That Attract Many Followers. Strange creeds among women no longer cause the excitement they did in..former years, and It is Interesting to note how many women of distinction have departed from the beaten path of orthodoxy and have raised altars to alien gods. Mrs. George Dewey has long been a student of the oc-

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he once told an Interviewer, “and when I did I was a failure in everything except i reading, maybe. 1 liked to read. We had McGuffey’s readers. But I always ran away when we were to read ‘Little Nell.’ I knew 1 couldn’t read it without crying and, if I cried, the other boys would laugh at me." To another visitor Mr. Riley said that he never had much schooling, and. continuing, he remarked: “What little I had never did me much good, I believe. I never could master mathemathics, and history was a dull and juiceless thing to me. But I was ah ways fond of reading in a random, desultory way, and took naturally to anything theatrical. I cannot remember when I was not a declaimer, and I began to rhyme almost as soon as I could talk. The first verse I ever remember writing was a foyr-line valentine. I was so small that I could hardly reach the top of the table, and I was painting a comic sketch on a piece of paper. I had a natural faculty for drawing as well as for rhyming, and should probably have made a fair artist if I had kept at it. Well, below the sketch I was making I wrote four comic lines-, and the§e were probably my first poetic effort.” Perhaps the child Riley studied both the picture he had drawn and the lines he had written and decided then and there that the lines were so much better than the picture that he would devote his efforts thereafter to writing. In any event, he became a poet. According to his own autobiographical sketch he was born “so long ago that he persists in never referring to the date. Citizens of his native town of Greenfield, Ind., while warmly welcoming his event were no less demonstrative some years since to ‘speed the parting guest.’ *lt seems, in fact, that as they came to know him better the more resigned were they.to give him up. He was ill-starred from the very cradle, It appears. One day, while but a toddler, he climbed unseen to an open window where some potted plants were ranged, and while leaning far out to catch some dainty gilded but terfly, perchance, he lost his footing, and, with a piercing shriek, fell to the sidewalk below: and when, an instant later, the affrighted parents picked him up, he was—he was a poet!” At the age of fifteen Riley ceased to attend school, and at the wish of bis father began to study law. As may readily be understood, in view of his career, the law had no attraction for the young poet. So, after being advised by the family physician to travel, Riley seized the first opportunity that offered and, putting aside his Blackstone, fled one after noon between twilight and sunset to return to his native town no more for a year. Riley, as he afterward said, had no money with which to defray the ex penses of a trip, and, when a patent medicine “doctor” made his advent In Greenfield Riley allied himself with the traveling caravan and departed when the cavalcade pushed on to the next town. “I was with this man about a year,” he said a few months ago. “His home was in Lima, Ohio, and he was a kindly old fellow. I did a good many things while in his employ—painted signs, beat the bass drum a bit and, maybe. I recited. My experience put an idea in my head—a business idea for a wonder —and the next year I went

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cult and her researches into eastern religion have been profound and along original lines. There are three healers of the . Christian Science faith among the wives United States senators —Mrs. George T. Oliver of Pennsylvania; Mrs. Gilbert Hitchcock of Nebraska, and Mrs. John D. Works of California—and there are about 20 ether women in the senatorial and congressional set who believe in Christian Science, New Thought or similar creeds. Mrs. Hayes, wife of the member of congress for San Jose, Cal., is a

into partnership with a young man We organized an advertising com pany; we called it ‘The Graphic company.’ There were five or six young fellows—all ” musicians as well as handy painters. We used to capture the towns with our music, then contract with some merchants and deco rate the fences along the country roads with their signs.” Riley and his associates continued in this occupation thrde or four years All the while the young poet was gaining a reputation here and •there as a rhymester, a teller of good sto ries and a companionable, interesting, lovable young man. He wrote a great deal, and much that was submitted to eastern peri odicals. Their editors, however, returned these contributions as regularly as they were received. It was discouraging, especially so in the eyes oi the young poet, who believed anc doubtless was justified in believing—that his products were as good as those the magazines accepted and published. He did not have a name —and lack of reputation in those days was a serious handicap. Riley never ceased to contend when with his friends tlntt this- fact and this alone held him back. To prove it, he wrote the famous “Leonainie,” and, with the connivance of the editor of a Koko mo (Ind.) paper, presented it to the wdrld as an unpublished poem by Ed gar Allen Poe. An elaborate story was devised, in which it was said that the poem, bearing the initials E. A P., had been found on the fly leaf oi a book. The verse was in Poe’s well known style, and its publication aroused much interest. In the end the hoax was discovered, but not un til many critics had accepted the poem as “one of the best Poe had written.” For a time, he said in later life, he was hopelessly despondent. It was tn this frame of mind that a letter found him and summoned him to In dianapolis. The note was from the editor of—Um Indianapolis Journal and it iirgedhiley to accept a post tion on\ the Journal staff. At the same timKa tehder, encouraging note came froniHenry Wadsworth Long fellow. These two communications revived Riley's drooping spirits, and, leaving Anderson and Greenfield, he went to the state capital. Indianapo lis gained a poet, and a few months later, in 1883, Riley’s first book o1 verse was issued. It was a simple little affair, bonnfi in paper, 'bearing the title, “The Oli Swimmin’ Hole and ’Leven Mors Poems.” Riley, as may be imagined, did not long remain in the Journal’s regular employ One after another his bound volumes began to make their ap pearance Then came the poet’s as sociation with Nye on the lecture platform, followed, when that association was severed, by more poems public readings and then many years of leisurely writing in his home is quiet little Lockerbie street. For tune has smiled on him and hij wealth has increased and his fame has grown. But he is still the same gentle, lovable man who won friends in Greenfield and Anderson and Kokomo. He has made thousands oi friends during his lecture tours. Yes, Mr. Riley’s birthday is to be a glorious event,. and the tributes which will be paid him during “Riley Week” are indeed well deserved.

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founder of a new religion called the True Faith of Christ. Suspicious. Magistrate—Why was this man ar rested ? Officer—As a suspicious character, your honor. I found him in company with a felon. Magistrate—But the evidence 11 that he was alone. How could he be in company with a felon? Officer—lt was a bone felon, youi honor. I

WHERELOVEISSENTi Dexter Chose a Girl Who Didn’t Know Beans. By SUSANNE GLENN. “It beats me,” Grandmother Grey invariably remarked, whenever wedling bells disturbed the quiet atmosphere of Chasefield, “why Dexter Hanson doesn’t marry. Half the young folks that get married round here laven’t a cent to their names, but lhey seem as happy and cheerful as rings and queens. And Dexter has a Ine farm all stocked ready for him, ind his Pa and Ma just aching to nove to the village. “He’s good looking enough, the jirls seem to like him, and he’s been pestering after them ever since the irst day he went to school. It beats ne!” It “beat” many a pretty young country girl who secretly thought of Dexler’s handsome face and easy mani4rs, too, as well as many a designing nother who thought more about the farm that was his for the taking. When some of the most daring ask!d him, straight out, why he did not marry, he always laughed pleasantly: “When I find a girl as smart as my mother I’ll think about it!” “But you know,” Mrs. Hanson said mildly, “I was not always as capable &s I am now, Dextep? l I had to learn by experience just like everyone else!” “You’re the best girl I know of, at my rate,” her handsome son always replied, and with that she was forced to be satisfied. Mrs. Hanson returned from the missionary meeting one early summer afternoon very much excited. “Father,” she said, “I’ve taken a boarder tor the summer —I hope you are not going to mind about it. I declare I spoke right out before I thought, and then I hated to go back on my word. The minister had a letter from a minister friend from the city saying that some nice girls from his church wished to come out here for the summer; workings girls, you know, who haven’t much money to spend, and who want to stay with a private family. “I picked out a teacher. Her name is Molly Prescott. I’ve always wanted a girl round the place you know, father,” she added hesitatingly. “Os course you can do as you like, but it don’t seem necessary for you to take in boarders, mother,” answered Mr. Hanson, heartily. Dexter smiled over his mother’s story. He smiled again when he was commissioned- to meet the young teacher at the station. “Mother thinks she will try city girls on me for a change,” he said with a laugh as he drove away. The girl on the platform looked white and timid. Her lovely dark eyes seemed to question him anxiously. “Would you like to drive?” he asked, as he helped her into the carriage. “Oh no!” She looked quite alarmed. "I am not accustomed to horses,” she added apologetically, “and this one seems so large and strong.” Dexter gathered up the reins almost impatiently. “Mother will have a nice time of it looking after her all summer,” he thought. And he said very little on the homeward drive. “Dexter,” said his mother several weeks later, “f can’t see what you dislike about Molly. She’s the dearest girl I ever knew!” “I never cared over much for vines mother. I’ve always preferred something that could stand up by its own strength.” “Whatever do you mean, Dexter Hanson? Molly was left alone when she was a little girl, and she educated herself and fought her own way in that dreadful, unfeeling city, until I wonder where her courage came from!” “Yet she’s afraid of cows and little green snakes,” observed Dexter, teasIngly. “Just as I’d be afraid on the city streets at night, because I am not accustomed to them. And Dexter, I wish you would not say so much about girls who can cook and sew and drive horses —she feels it, poor child. She has wanted to learn from me, but I tell her to keep out in the sunshine when she has a chance.” “Os course I was only in fun, mother, but if she is too sensitive even to joke, I’ll certainly desist,” he answered with a provoking smile. Still he was kinder to the girl in a patronizing sort of way, from which she seemed to shrink to his mother’s protection.

“Do you suppose you could get supper for Dexter and Mr. Brady tonight?” asked Mrs. Hanson one day after the early dinner. “Father and I have got to go to town and can’t possibly get back. I’ll leave everything ready, and show you where to find the things." “Oh, I shall be glad to do it for you, dear Mrs. Hanson,” cried the girl, smiling in spite of the sinking of her heart. To stay alone without a person In sight—and to get supper for the young man who thought a girl ought to know how to cook! Molly never heard a word of what was being said to her until Mrs. Hanson lifted the cover of the kettle at the back of the stove. “You can put on these beans, Molly. They’ll keep warm, and the men like them boiled down like this.” Left to herself, Molly carefully locked every door, and cowered in the darkened kitchen. An hour dragged by, and then a step on the flagged walk outside seemed to cause her heart to turn a complete somersault. Peeping through the curtain she beheld the two ragged children who often came to see Mrs. Hanson. “Oh, come in,” she cried, dragging them In joyously. If only she could keep them with her! Conversation dragged, but the children looked pinched and hungry. “Do you like warm beans?” she asked suddenly as they became uneasy. Their expression was enough. Molly dished beans lavishly, and spread big slices of bread and butter. Never had she so much enjoyed seeing anyone •at! But when they departed, Molly look-

ed at the kettle in distress. Where was the men’s supper? “I’ll look in the pantry,” she cried at last with a happy thought. “I must not let Dexter Hanson laugh at me!” There was a big bowl of late roses in the center of the supper table, and Dexter had to own to himself that he liked the innovation. He had to own too, that the girl In the white frock, with the rose-flush in her cheeks, make a fascinating picture as she poured the tea. He noted the nervous flutter of her pretty fingers, and his heart smote him. “Mr. Brady was in a hurry to get home, so he did not stop for supper,” he explained, helping himself generously to the tempting beans. Molly, glancing at him, noted the astonished look when he placed some of the beans in his mouth. She hastily tasted her own; In the tender lusciousness, her teeth encountered one —two —hard, unresisting objects. i The blood pulsed in her cheeks, and she pressed her hands over her eyes, breaking into nervous sobs. Dexter rose quickly. It was very annoying to have a woman cry! Still he went hastily round the table and put his hand gently on her shoulder. “Don’t feel so badly,” he murmured awkwardly, looking down at her. The soft waves of her hair took on unmistakable charms seen so alluringly near. Choking back her sobs, the girl rose hurriedly. “I ought to have known better than to have attempted it —I ought to have ■known I did not know how!” she cried. Her bitterness showed him how much he had hurt her. “Molly, Molly,” he said, folding her suddenly in his arms. “Tell me about it —dear!” To his joy, the unexpected tenderness of his manner broke down her reserve and she sobbed softly it justified his comforting her. It was certainly very satisfying to feel her soft hair beneath his lips, her tender cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Those poor Fraley children came,” she whispered, “and they looked so hungry that I gave them most of our supper. Then I thought I Would put in more beans —I did not know it took so long for beans to cook!” “I did not know it myself, dear,” he declared solemnly. “And I wanted to keep the children because —Dexter, I was afraid here, all alone! I know it seems silly to you, but I’m used to living 1 can call the police at any moment, and it seems so dreadful not to be able to see anyone at all!” “Os course it does, Molly. I do not wonder you are afraid, but you’ll get accustomed to it. “Sweetheart, I can’t let you go back to the city. Will you stay here—with me?” “But I cannot cook,” murmured Miss Prescott, meekly. “Mother will love to teach you.” “And I am afraid of cows —and ot those great, high-headed horses.” “You are not afraid with me dear, and you have no need to go near them alone.” “But no sensible farmer man would want such a wife —I’m not nearly as smart as your mother.” , “Don’t tell her so, Molly. She thinks you are the bravest girl in the world.” “What will your friends think to know you have chosen a girl who doesn’t know—beans?” “Molly,” he cried, kissing her, “they will never know it!” (Copyright, 1912. by Associated Literary Press.)

DONOR’S FEELINGS ARE HURT Man Who Gave $1,000,000 to a New York Museum Had to Pay to Enter the Building. . The Metropolitan museum of New York city received out of the blue sky, as it were, . and without warning, a few months ago a bundle of securitiea aggregating about a million dollars, the income of which was not to be used the benefit of the museum according to the judgment of the trustees without a single condition. The donor waa one of New York’s quiet, little known Croesuses —or Croesi, if that sounds any better. Upon recovering their breath the trustees conferred one witt another as to how they should shoM their appreciation of this remarkable munificence. No better way occurring to anybody, they elected him a member of the board. He accepted and, arriving late at his first meeting, took a seat in a qyiei corner and listened to proceedings witt intelligent interest, but without com ment of his own. At the close of pro ceedings, as the trustees were about tc separate and go their different ways, the donor of a million plucked on< of them by the sleeve and drew him aside. “Say,” he said, glancing nervouslj around to make sure that he was not overheard, “I had to pay 25 cents t« get into the museum today.”

Lincoln’s Views on Labor. President Lincoln is sometimes saic to have held advanced views on tin labor question; the actual wordi which he used, on which this asser tion is usually based, are to be fount in his first annual message to con gress, written fifty years ago thii month (as reprinted in the New Yorl Evening Post): “Labor is prior t< and independent of capital. Capita is only the fruit of labor, and coul< never have existed if labor had no first existed. Labor is the superior o capital, and deserves much the highe consideration.” This was said in i discussion of the slavery question. Temptation Hard to Resist. A luscious, ripe watermelon, i seems, furnishes too great a tempta tion for the average man who is con fronted with it and has the chance ti get away with the melon. So the ag gregate loss in shipping melons t large, accdrdlng to a speaker at thi recent meeting of the Western Frut Jobbers’ association at St. Louis. J committee was appointed to try t( lessen the temptation and save thi melons. ) - .. , Move for Pure Flour. Paris bakers have formed a syndl cate to maintain a laboratory in whicl all their flour is scientifically tested.

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