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Show OR, A. S. CONDI SEES OGDEMTES ON THE NCIF1C COAST Dear Standard; I havo returned from Camp Kearny, ninety miloB away and twenty from San Diego. I journeyed thither from Los Angeles by steamer, hoping thereby to coax a breath from the ocean to restoro the unwilling smile of health, coy and Illusive always. The occasion was a parade of the troops, and their review by the Governors Gover-nors of the Paclfio States. Our own Bamberger was there and, by the way, Governor Bamberger Is popular with the troops and the people here. His eloquent, patriotic speeches, and he made several, were really gems of good taste and elicited favorable comment com-ment and praise from the newspapers. The state of Utah should be proud of our Governor. Tn San Diego, I found our own. George W. Driver, once a leading druggist in Ogden, and now a prosperous pros-perous business man in the thriving burg of San Diego, and he and his accomplished wife did much to make my stcy pleasant. Tn his car we fared far-ed to Camp Kearny where our boys are located. There are forty thousand, thou-sand, all told, in the camp, and they are a splendid lot of virile young fellows, and they wait anxiously for the word, -"Forward march" to meet faco to face the assassin Kaiser and hirelings. As San Diego the sky is filled with aeroplanes and they float over the neighborhood like a vast flock of gigantic birds. To contemplate their destiny over the trenches of France is interesting and like a dream In the night, twenty years ago. Many soldiers In Camp Kearny are from Ogden and vicinity. They are a husky lot, full of vim and willingness, and patiently waiting to turn their faces toward France. They arc indeed in-deed the Ideal pictures of earnest young manhood. As I looked upon those serriod ranks my heart was filled fill-ed with regret that the years and the gathering twilight admonish me that I shall nevermore answer to "Roll call" on the tented field. Our own Judge Howell, now 'Major Judge Advocate is a busy man but found time to show me much attention atten-tion and I embrace this opportunity to make acknowledgment The other officers speak very highly of Judge Howell. Then there are Major Kneass, Chaplain B. H. Roberts, Cap-tain Cap-tain Ward, Lieutenant Roscoe Glas-mann, Glas-mann, and they are all making good and are an honor to the . state of Utah. As we motored slowly down the military street who should Bpring out of the crowded thoroughfare and onto the running board, like a finished athlete, but vouncr Larkins with the same round, laughing face brimming with health and good nature. We were mighty glad to see him and 1 am sure he will climb up in the service. ser-vice. We saw and were greeted warmly by many of the boys from Ogden and thereabouts, but sorry I am that their names escape mo at this moment. They all seem contented and happy, are well provided with everything, have plenty recreation, and strangers to the guardhouse The review was a tremendous affair, with thirty thousand thou-sand in line, and the dust they kicked up was like a dream of Sahara. But the good-natured, hardened, young fellow didn't seem to mind it. There is quite a colony ot Ogden pilgrims in Los Angeles and hereabouts, here-abouts, and thoy seem to prosper. They swear by the climate and everything every-thing else in California. I occasionally meet with Dr. Gordon and note that he is fast recovering from his severe injury. Mr. McDer-mott McDer-mott the late Bonniface at Ye Hotel Healy, lives here in retirement retire-ment so far as business is conoerned, but nevertheless he Is . a busy man. He is located pleasantly from the city's central rush and roar, and last evening I had the pleasure of sitting at table with him and his happy family. There are many other wanderers from the hills and valleys of Utah and often, I have no doubt, their longing long-ing eyes look back to those scenes and associations that they will visit, maybe, no more. But the days are delightful here, the bended arch of heavon has no clouds,' the flowers of transcendant beauty are everywhere. But it seems a bit too warm for comfort. The Grim Reaper has been busy since I left the dear old homo. Threo I splendid men that had, filled their j surroundings to the brim with good ' work that will last and grow. Time had dealt kindly with them for they lived, as they deserved, beyond the allotted years, and my close friendship friend-ship with them goes back more than two score years. And here, helpless to do otherwise. I fain would lay a humble wreath of for-get-me-nots on the honored graves of my friends. Bishop McKay, John Seaman and Thomas Slater. Tonight my lonesome heart goes out in love to the splendid people in Dear Old Ogden. A. S. CONDON, Nov. 24, 1917, New Hotel Rosslyn, Los Angeles, Cal. |