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Show THE SAUNA SUN, SAUNA. UTAH High Mountain Climb Made With Handicap Climbing Africas highest mountain was all in the day's work to two explorers of the bureuu of plant Industry, United States Departmenut of Agriculture, nccotding to letters recently received outlining the achievement V. Kephart, of I associate agronomist, and It. - Ilemelsel, associate physiologist of the bureau. Although equipped only for collecting plants, seeds and soil samples, the explorer in Oitober conquered Mount Kilimanjaro's mote than 19,000 feet In the time usually required by expert mountain climbers fully equipped for the purpose. The mountain Is a huge volcanic cone. It has two peaks, called Muwenzl and Klbo, Mawenzl being the older of the two and Klbo the highest by more than 2,000 feet. Klbo is shaped like a huge dome. It Is covered with glaciers. 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Marion think this dress Is ? llow much was It? 1C By ELMO SCOTT WATSON T IS doubtful if any other American not even excepting George Washington ever has been or ever will be made the theme of song and story as bus been (and seems certain to continue to be) Abraham Lincoln. And when he expression song is used it does not mean a poetic composition set to music, nor does story mean a repetition of any of the innumerable anecdotes which have clustered around the name of Lincoln and to which, surprising ns the fact is, new ones ure constantly being added after all these years since he lust walked the earth. Instead the "songs" are the outpourings of tribute to Lincoln by some of Americas poets, who have been inspired by the greatness of their theme to utterances which have become a part of our national literary tradition. As for the story" men may repeat anecdotes of Lincoln and then in a little while forget them. But the story which is told by enduring bronze or stone is one which cannot be forgotten. So each of the great number of statues which have been erected to Lincoln in many parts of the country has Its story to tell of the Bail Splitter, the the ".Man of Sorrows, and- - of Kimmcipalor, the gieat statesman who belongs to the ages. So long us men will speak of Lincoln so long will they be impressed by the marvel of his career, accentuated as it is by the contrast between his beginning in life und the place he now holds In world history. As for that beginning, picture the scene on FEBRUARY TWELFTH, 1809 A squalid village set in wintry mud. A p blowly groans and squeaks. A horseman hails and halts He shifts his cud And speaks I BAYER ASPIRIN SAY and INSIST 1 Proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians for Headache Colds Pain Neuralgia Neuritis Toothache Lumbago Rheumatism DOES NOT AFFECT THE HEART Accept only Bayer package which contains proven directions. 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HV Cvticnrn Sharing Slick 25c Co., Mfg. demists, Buffalo, N.Y. Promotes Loveliness Of Skin And Hair wAsmrgrcir, b. best-know- n hub-dee- " Him come and go to practice law. Tell homely tales, crack homely Jokes And neighbor with the common folks The little towns, the country roads, The woods, the prairies, the abodes Of humble men where malice fails And charity for all avails These are the shrines that still enfold The heart of Lincoln as of old. Whose living legend runneth thus: We loved him; he was one of us. E O. Laughlin in the Ladies IJpme Journal. And it was these people who gave him to the nation for its leader in the greatest struggle It had ever known, and those four years of anguish made Abraham Lincoln A MAN OF Jests; His hours were heedless as his purse was poor; Without ambition, blind to worthy quests, He dragged along his days; a human clod Who scorned religion, mocked and flouted God. 11, ed sorrows, born to pain and grief, Yet would he not Inflict hts woes on men. In Jests and Jokes he sought to find relief; Thus gaining strength, he walked erect again. Such was the man they called a wag and clown, The byword and the glory of his town. A man of "Theyre good at that. And so today, Cod wot, another brat! d A puking, squa'li.'g good Spilled in the world, heaven only knows for what. Letter If he were black, For then he'd have a shirt upon his hack And something In his belly, as he grows More than he's like to have, as I suppose. for-naug- that damned Democrat VV I "Yes, Jefferson. Tom Jefferson. Who but he? Who even hints that black men should be free fool would te,1 you, maybe, That feather-heade- d A President might lie in this new baby! In this new squaw ker, born without a rag To hide himself' Cood Cod, it makes me gag! This beggar spawn Dorn for a world to wipe its feet upon A few years hence, but now More helpless than the litter of a sow! And oh, well! Send the women folks to Nance. Poor little devil' born without a ehance! Edmund Vance Cooke In the Chicago Evening Post Humble the beginning and humble the later years in Illinois where there is an everlasting memorial to him In THE LINCOLN CIRCUIT In Springfield, where his ashes He, A tianlte column rises high; To Sprirgfleld. year on year, there wends A caravan, that never ends. Of pilgrims, eager, come to pay l'heir bomuge to his sacred clay; And yet methtnks the true estate Of Lincoln, humble, 6tmpte, great. Is better sensed in village street. Where once he loved to walk and greet In heartiness his fellows all. In mart, In courthouse, tavern hall. Methlnks his spirit lingers where No sepulcher He lived and wrought. Of stately grandeur, cold and dim. Can hold the human heart of him. . The little towns, the county seats. With dreaming squares and Idling streets. Plain homes of plainer pioneers, years Cnsung, yet hallowed through ths Because In distant times they saw Thomas Curtis Clark. that struggle that the It nation realized the greatness of the man when they listened to the words which came from the lips of LINCOLN AT GETTYSBURG (From the "Gettysburg Ode.) After the eyes that looked, the lips that spaka Here, from the shadows of impending death, Those words of solemn breath, What voice may fitly break The silence, doubly hallowed, left by him? We can but bow the head, with eyes grown dim, And, as a nation's litany, repeat The phrase his martyrdom hath made Complete, Noble as then, but now more sadly sweet; "Let us, the living, rather dedicate Ourselves to the unfinished work, which they Thus far advanced so nobly on its way. And save the periled .state! Let us, upon this field where they, the brave, Their last full measure of devotion gave, Highly resolve they had not died in vain! That, under God, the nation's later birth Of freedom, and the people's gain Of their own sovereignty, shall never wane And perish from the circle of the earth! From such a perfect text, shall song aspire To light her faded fire. And Into wandering music turn Its virtue, simple, sorrowful, and stem? His voice all elegies anticipated; For, whatsoe'er the strain. We hear that one refrain: "We consecrate ourselves to them, the consecrated' Bayard Taylor. was iu the midst of "Yet there be th se Who claim 'equality' for this new brat, An.l as How far they erred! A man of sorrows he, Who bore within his heart a fatal wound. Bereft of those he loved, the sympathy He craved and hungered for could not be found; from day to day The men with whom Knew not he trod a dark and lonely way. "A baby tn that den, That noise than cattle pen! Still, what are they but cattle? Cattle? Tut! A critter is beef, hide and tallow, but hod snap one tor the creatures of that hut? White trash! small fry, Whose only Instinct Is to multiply! ho squats today where Washington once sat, Med have it that this Lincoln cub might bo Of even value in the world with you and me! SORROWS They thought him but a clown, a tactless boor . Who filled his days and nights with quips and did you hear? Tom Lincolns wife; today. The devils luck for folks as poor as they! foer Tom Poor Nance! Poor young one' horn without a chance! VV 1 a ' c T&LSfznrgroTfjZ). ox-ca- rt red-face- Colds or Grip After Function Ones "m? zimrren?A!NOR " by BAJX, mm:QzfzrpAKK But before his great work could be finNhed, an assassin's bullet plunged a whole nation Into mourning for O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip Is done; The ship has weathered every rack, the prlie we sought Is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the peorle are exulting. While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. J O Captain! my Captain! Rise up for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and the shores For you they call the faces turning. rise up and hear the bells! flag is flung for you th ribboned wreaths for yotl swaying mass, their eager Here, Captain! dear father! It This arm beneath your head! Is some dream that on the deck Youve fallen cold and dead! Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has nor pulse nor will; The ship Is anchored safe and sound, Its voyage closed and done. From fearful trip the victor ship comes In with object won! My Exult, O shores and ring, O bells! But I with mournful tread Walk the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman. And although history records that Abraham Lincoln died on April 15, 1805, he lives in the hearts of his countrymen as THE FIRST AMERICAN Such was, he, our Martyr-Chie- f, Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry grief; Forgive me, if from present things I turn To speak what in my heart will beat and burn. d And hang my wreath on his urn. Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-oplan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old World molds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Ot the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new. Wise, steadfast In the strength of God, and true. Hqw beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind Indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured bv any cheat of birth, d - But by his human worth, And brave old wisdom of sincerity! world-honore- ut clear-graine- They knew that outward grace Is dust; They could not choose but trust d In that mind's unfaltering skill, d And will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. Hts was no lonely mountain-pea- k of mind. Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, now in A lost now, vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-linefor all human kind, Fruitful and friendly Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest star. of here. Europe Nothing Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still, . Ere any names of Serf and Peer Could Nature's equal scheme deface; Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to sure-foote- supple-tempere- sea-mar- d, face. I praise him not, It were too late; And some Innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait. Safe tn himself as in a fate. So always firmly he: He knew to bide his time. . And can his fame abide, ' Still patient in his simple faith sublime, decide. Till the wise jears Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our Judgment for the hour. But at last sfience comes; These all are gone, and, standing likq a tower. Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnes- t, brave, foreseeing man. Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame. New Vrth of our new soil, the first America, Jamea Russell LowelL I , |