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Contentment does not reign in a world like
this
Except as one forgets the strain
And looks with curtained-eye for stars of
bliss
That, veiled in shadow, may never shine
again.
And yet, like a caged eagle the soul lifts its
eye
And shouts its peans towards the hooded
sky.
Four walls may shut our fevered bodies in
While gates of steel obstruct our longing
look;
Armed guards may pace the corridors within
The National Congress of the Daughters of
the American Revolution at Washington last
spring adopted a resolution favoring the sale
of alcoholic liquor at the Army Post Exchange.
It was slipped through. Many delegates had
gone. There was such confusion that few knew’
what was going on. The newspapers, hungry
for news favorable to the canteen, failed to
catch it. I learned of it myself by accident.
To make sure I sent for the leading papers of
New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Chica
go and St. Louis. I found it only in the Wash-
Beauties and Wonders of “Ancient America”
GOSPEL STORY OF SAN XAVIER MISSION—FOUNDED 1692.
Letter No. 2.
Papago Indians and Oriental Scenes.
Now we are just entering into the
Papago Indian Reservation. These
Indians are provided for, in part, by
the Government, but they still make
their living in their own primitive
ways. Are not those square, adobe
huts, some white and some the na
tural brown color —are they not like
the pictures you have seen of Pales
tine? And to make the picture more
like a scene around the Zion City a
flock of goats grazing in the desert
between us and the mountains and
tinkling their silver-noted bells come
into view. They are ’tended by a
dark-skinned Papago who is in the
employ of the mission, Just as we
pass between the first huts of the
village the numerous dogs seem to
think that it is their religious duty
to announce our coming to the whole
community. There! Did you notice
that old fat squaw sitting on the
ground by her doorway weaving away
at her baskets? She attempted to
smile as we passed because she
thinks that she will be able to sell
us some of her wares. Look how the
little brown Indian children are play
ing in the street? After all they are
just about the same as other children.
If you come from the South, Mr.
Easterner, you will think that they
are just "straight-haired niggers”.
However, on close examination you
will find they possess finer and more
regular features.
Who were the people we first pass
ed? They are Mexicans making their
yearly visits to the Missions. They
THE UNCAGED SPIRIT
By C. A. RIDLEY.
IT WAS SLIPPED THROUGH
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF OCT. 23
As when Poul and Silas prayed till the tur
rets shook.
Yet the spirit scorns with holy rage
The thought of bondage or a prison cage.
Like lances of light dropped from gleaming
sun
And shot into the darksome glens of wood
ed earth
So darts the Immortal within us, though un
seen,
To where the flowers grow and love had
timely birth,
Its swift wings are tireless as the light of
day
And oft outstrip the stars on their impas
sioned way.
ington papers, and then only in an obscure
form in the running story.
Believing this to be part of the same cam
paign to discredit the W. C. T. U., by enlist
ing women in behalf of the canteen, which had
secured action by a little body of army offi
cers’ w’ives and a little group of doctors’ wives,
I wrote a letter to every D. A. R. chapter re
gent of America asking her to co-operate in an
effort to have the D. A. R. set right, and to
submit the matter to her local chapter for ac
tion.
have been making this journey relig
iously sinse childhood. They have
walked the nine, hot, weary miles
from Tucson, and will walk back this
afternoon. How many of us would
walk that far to worship. I wonder?
Did you take note of the women and
their dresses? They were skirts like
the American ladies, excepting the
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“hobble”, but they invariably wear a
shawl, which is usually black (save
on festive occasions) around their
bead and shoulders. The shawls
cover all their face except their fore
head and dark, expressive eyes. If
they are found in Europe, you would
be sure they were ladies of the
Turkish harems. And look just ahead
at that woman carrying that peculiar-
By WOODSON D. UPSHAW.
ly styled jar on her head. The jar
resembles a very fat lamp chimney
with a rounded bottom, and is used
for keeping water cool in this coun
try. It is made by the Indians of
the adobe and certain portions of
sheep offal and burnt together. The
water seeps thro’ the walls of olla
(o-yah) as it is called in Spanish, and
because of the dryness of the atmos
phere evaporates quickly and keeps
the remaining water in the allo cool.
The young lady you will notice is
dressed in a very bright, purple skirt
and has a dark red shawl around her
head and shoulders. As we draw
near we see she has a string of yel
low glass beads around her neck.
Looking at her we are reminded of
The replies are interesting. A few defend:
the “canteen,” but the great majority do not.
Many write that they did not know of the ac
tion until the receipt of my letter. A few
had already protested. Some chapters have
since met and officially protested. Many ex
pressed indignation. Some who take no sides
on the “canteen” question say that it was an
improper subject to be brought before the D.
A. R. The president general says she regrets
the action. I am informed that the executive
board decided after my first letter last May
that such questions shall not be brought up
in the future. But to stop here would leave
the “canteen” advocates in possession of the
field, so we shall be compelled to insist that
it be considered enough to rescind the action.
To this end, and to show the real sentiment
of the country. I shall introduce a resolution
at the national convention of the Anti-Saloon
League at Columbus, 0., Nov. 10-13, asking the
D. A. R. to recede from this action on the
ground that this question is outside the prov
ince of such an organization.
Women are the greatest sufferers from the
liquor traffic, and I do not believe that any
body of cultured, patriotic women will stand
for the brewers against the people when they
understand the issue.
Instead of going backward by consenting
that its private soldiers be officially tempted
to drink, this nation is preparing to insist up
on total abstaining officers in harmony with
the efficiency demands of the business world.
WILLIAM H. ANDERSON,
Legislative Superintendent Methodist Temper
ance Society.
Rebecca at the well. But, look out!
Just as we turn the next corner we
see the Mission at close range.
Ah! There she is! It is no wonder
that the Indians call her the "white
lady of the plains.” What Monastery
of England or Europe equals this
wonderful pile? None! for this beau
tiful piece of architecture is not Eng
lish or European. Its minarets and
dome, its courts and its gardens, are-
Byzantune and Moorish altogether.
The great dome in the centre of the
building bespeaks an architect whose
eyes had beheld the beauty of the
wonderful Alhanebra in old Granoda,.
and the dazzling whdtness of its plas
tered walls tells far better than the
pen that the designer had seen those
wonderful shrines of Mohammed in
far off Mecca. While you feast your
eyes on this entrancing picture, ‘lend:
me your ears’ and I’ll tell you how
this beautiful "White Lady of the
Plains” came to be.
In the year of 1687, so the story
goes, a party of Franciscan Monks
and a guard of Spanish maited
Knights came north from the part of
the country now known as Mexico on
a missionary journey. Coming across
the Tucson Range one morning just
as the sun was peeping over the
Rencons’ purpled edge and lighting
up the cottonwoods and the mesquites
of the Santa Cruz Valley with its
golden rays, they decided to rear a
place of worship where the desert
and valley meet. With infinite toil
and labor they built a shrine to The
Most High and began Christianizing:
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