The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 30, No. 283, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 3, 1934 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
★
Springfield. Dedicated in 1S74.
Lincoln, the Orator, by W. Granville Has-
tings. Replica of the Hastings statue in Cincin-
nati. Located in Bunker Hill.Dedicated in 1904.
Lincoln, the Captain, by Leonard Crunelle.
Located on the site of the old Dixon blockhouse
in Dixon. Dedicated in 1930.
Lincoln, the Debater, by Leonard Crunelle
located In Taykor park in Freeport. Dedicated
in 1929.
Lincoln, the Circuit Rider, by Lorado Taft.
Located in Carle park in Urbana. Dedicated in
1927.
INDIANA: Lincoln, the Hoosier Youth, by Paul
Manship. Located in the plaza of the Lincoln
National Life Insurance company building in Fort
Wayne. Dedicated in 1932.
Lincoln, the President, by Charles Keck. Lo-
cated in front of the court house at Wabash.
Dedicated in 1932.
IDAHO: Lincoln, the Emancipator, by Alfonso
Pelzer. Replica of the Pelzer statue at Lincoln,
N. J. Located in front of Lincoln hall at the
Idaho Soldiers’ home, Boise. Dedicated Febru-
ary 12, 1915.
IOWA: Lincoln, the Orator, by W. Granville
Hastings. Replica of the Hastings statue in Cin-
cinnati. Located before the Green county court
house in Jefferson. Dedicated in 1918.
Lincoln, the Orator, by George E. Ganiere.
Located in front of the high school in Webster
City. Dedicated in 1913.
KANSAS: Lincoln, the President, by Robert
Merrill Gage. Located on the statehouse grounds,
Topeka. Dedicated February 12, 1918.
KENTUCKY: Lincoln, the President, by Adolph
A. Weinman. Located in the rotunda of the
statehouse at Frankfort. Dedicated in 1911.
Lincoln, the President, by Adolph A. Wein-
man. Located at Hodgenville. Dedicated in 1909.
Lincoln, the Candidate, by George Gray
Barnard. Replica of the Barnard statue in Cin-
cinnati. Located in front of the public library
in Louisville. Dedicated in 1922.
MASSACHUSETTS: Lincoln, the .Emancipator,
by Thomas Ball. Replica of the Ball statue in
^Washington, D. C. Located in Park square in
Boston. Dedicated in 1879.
MICHIGAN: Lincoln, the Emancipator, by Al-
fonso Pelzer. Replica of the Pelzer statue at
Lincoln, N. J. Located in Detroit. Dedicated in
1919.
Lincoln, the President, by Charles H. Nie-
haus. Located in the public square in Muskegon.
Dedicated in 1900.
MINNESOTA: Lincoln, the Congressman, by
Max Bachman. Located in the G. A. R. circle of
the Victory Memorial drive in Minneapolis. Ded-
icated in 1930.
NEBRASKA: Lincoln, the Orator, by Daniel
Chester French. Located on the state capitol
grounds at Lincoln. Dedicated in 1922.
Lincoln, the Lawyer, by Franz Zelezny. Lo-
cated on the high school lawn in Omaha. Dedi-
cated in 1907.
NEW JERSEY: Lincoln, the President, by
Francis Edwin Elwell. Located in East Orange.
Dedicated in 1911.
Lincoln, the Statesman, by James Earle
Fraser. Located in the plaza at the entrance to
West' Side park in Jersey City. Dedicated in
1931.
Lincoln, the President, by Gutzon Borglum.
Located on the plaza before the Essex county
court house in Newark. Dedicated in 1911.
NEW YORK: Lincoln, the Emancipator, by
Henry Kirke Brown. Located in Prospect park,
Brooklyn. Dedicated in 1869.
Lincoln, the Orator, by Henry Kirke Brown.
Located in Union square, New York. Dedicated
in 1870.
Lincoln, the Orator, by Leonard W. Volk. Lo-
cated in Rochester. Dedicated in 1892.
OHIO: Lincoln, the Candidate, by George Gray
Barnard. Located in Lytle park, Cincinnati. Ded-
icated in 1917.
Lincoln, the Orator, by W. Granville Hast-
ings. Located on the grounds of the Avondale
school In Cincinnati. Dedicated in 1902.
Lincoln, the Orator, by Max Kalish. Located
in front of the Administration building of the
school board. Dedicated in 1931.
OREGON: Lincoln, the President, by George
F. Waters. Located in the park in front of the
Masonic temple in Portland. Dedicated in 1928.
PENNSYLVANIA: Lincoln, the Orator, by J.
Otto Schweizer. Located in a niche on the side of
the Pennsylvania state memorial at Gettysburg.
Dedicated in 1917.
Lincoln, the Emancipator, by Alfonso Pelzer.
Replica of the Pelzer statue in Lincoln, N. J.
Located in Winkinsburg. Dedicated in 1916.
SCOTLAND: Lincoln, the Emancipator, by
George E. Bissell. Located in the Carlton burial
ground in Edinburgh. Dedicated in 1893.
WASHINGTON: Lincoln, the President, by Al-
★ Images of Abraham Lincoln
Howe About:
Statue by Vinnie Ream in the Rotunda of th©
Capitol at Washington.
the magnificent figure, created by Daniel Chester
French, which helps so much to make the Lin-
coln Memorial in Washington the splendid and
awe-inspiring edifice that it is.
Then there is also in Washington the first
statue of Lincoln ever made. Lott Flannery was
the sculptor and it was unveiled April 16, 1868,
just a little less than three years after Lincoln’s
assassination.
Washington also has another famous Lincoln
statue which stands in the rotunda of the Cap-
itol. It was made by Vinnie Ream, a twenty-two-
year-old girl from Wisconsin who went to Wash-
ington to study art and took a position as a copy-
ist in the Post Office department at $600 a year
to support herself and her father. Clark Mills,
the sculptor who made the famous "rocking horse
statue’’ of Andrew Jackson which stands near
the White House, discovered her talent and be-
came her instructor in modeling.
O bv Western Newsnaner Union
He Quit Smoking
Satisfaction
Hidden Treasure
By ED HOWE
TIT HEN a boy I lived in Salt Lake
VV City, and one of the points of in-
terest was Lion House, where Brig-
ham Young wrangled with twenty
wives. Lion House is now a social
center, where seventeen capable in-
structors teach literature, art, home
economics, one wife at a time, etc.
This social center is sponsored by the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day
Saints, as is also a very creditable
monthly magazine called the Improve-
ment Era. ... In which I read that
one day a man called on the good Doc-
tor Kellogg of Battle Creek, when the
following conversation took place:
"I am sixty-five years old, and doc-
tors tell me I have only a year to
live. What do you think about it?"
“What’s your name?” “Charles S.
Keene.” “What do you do?” “I’m
(vice president of the American To-
bacco company.” “Smoke?” “Yes;
ten or twelve cigars a day.” “Well,
quit that, and I’ll promise you three
or four years longer.” (Mr. Keene
quit, and lived twenty years; is now,
in fact, a nuisance to his friends beg-
ging them to quit smoking).
I met an angry, disheveled, man to-
day, and asked: “What’s the trou-
ble?” He replied: “I’m not being
treated right: I’m not satisfied.”
And I said: “1 have never,, known
anyone who was satisfied; you are no
exception. Calm down; you are neg-
lecting your work to express in-
i dignation, in addition to bothering
others.”—I do not visit graveyards,
except to attend the funerals of spe-
cial friends, but I should like to see
there finally a tombstone bearing this
inscription, as representing the man
buried: “In Memory of a Man Who
Is Satisfied”—I am almost satisfied
at eighty; I hope to be entirely so
within a few years. I’ve had my
chance at the best there is in the best
country in the world; in the most
modern civilization. And I am not
as tired of natural tasks as I am of
the excited arguments of foolish men
unreasonably dissatisfied.
As far back as I can remember,
men have been looking for flaptain
Kidd’s hidden treasure. So far they
haven’t found a penny.
Captain Kidd was a pirate, and
worked so steadily at his trade it
is believed he had no time left for
wine, women and song, and therefore
buried his treasure.
Lately the searchers for buried
treasure have been encouraged: a pot
of buried money was actually found
in a Texas cotton field, put there by
a kidnaper; so another boom in
seeking treasure is on. Where did
Samuel Insull, Ivar Kruger, bury their
ill-gotten gains?
One pot of gold found in some
hundreds of years of search (and that
containing only a few hundred dol-
lars) is not much ‘encouragement for !
huried-treasure workers. Thieves at :
the end of their lives are nearly al- 1
ways poor; they have no treasure to j
bury. Only honest, capable and indus- !
trious men are able to maintain strong
boxes.
* * *
1 have long regarded Will Rogers
as a good deal more of a philosopher j
than comedian; at present he is the
only writer widely read who has com-
mon sense. Nicholas Murray Butler
is equally wise, but has no circulation;
his writing appears only in privately
circulated pamphlets. The present
circulars sent out by banks, railroads,
commercial clubs and business firms
might as well not be issued at all; the
masses only read newspapers. . . .
The conservatives make a mistake in
not buying space in all the newspapers, •
frankly labeling it advertising, and
pleading daily for common sense in
public affairs. The conservatives have
a strong case, and plenty of men able
to present it effectively, but for some
strange reason refuse to go to the
newspapers for a hearing. The cost
would be much less than the present
plan of every indignant man issuing
his own circular. There are plenty of
conservatives1 to appeal to, but they
read nothing but gross radicalism.
* * *
There is one thing to the credit of
dogs I have not seen mentioned by
0. O. McIntyre: a dog is satisfied
with his home. His home is the best;
he is not always hint:~.g to the pro-
prietor for more, and chasing off to
the palaces next door hoping to be
adopted.
* * *
We hear of the Forgotten Man. If
there was but one, he could be easily
relieved, but there are millions of
them; every man who does not hold
a public job of one kind or another
has been forgotten. A few thousand
are being appointed to new public
jobs daily, but it is only a drop in
the bucket.
* * *
Silerius says in his memoirs he onca
knew a philosopher who was tre-
mendously educated. After eight
years in a university, he married, and,
that nothing new> might escape him,
read two books a day thereafter.
This took up so much of his time
his wife and children were compelled
to support him.
Silerius adds that the wife of the
philosopher once said to him that the
only pleasure she ever had out of her
married life was twelve years ot
.'widowhood.
(B. 1933, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
ELMO SCOTT WATSON
ITH the coming of February 12
and the celebration of Lincoln’s
birthday in more than half of
the states of the Union and with
the obseryance of the anniver-
sary in various forms through-
out the country, America will
have ample reason for remem-
bering the name and fame of
one of her greatest sons. But
there is another form of remem-
brance of Abraham Lincoln
which serves to yrecall him to his fellow-Ameri-
cans in every part of the country, not on just
one day of the year, but on every day.
We, as a people, have elevated Lincoln to a
pedestal, in the spiritual sense, a pedestal of
love and honor a*.d reverence. Sp from many a
pedestal, in the physical sense, does the bronze
or stone image of Lincoln gaze down at the
people who delight thus to honor him. While it
would be idle to argue as to who was the great-
est American, if the number of statues of him
that have been erected is any criterion, then it
seems certain that Lincoln is that man.
For these images of Lincoln, portraying him in
all the varied phases of his career, aie to be
found in 18 states of the Union, from Massachu-
setts to Oregon and from Minnesota to Kentucky,
as well as in the District of Columbia. Proof
that he has become a world-figure lies in the fact
that England has two statues of him and Scot-
land one. Of those in this country, Illinois, the
state which gave him to the nation, has the
largest number—twelve. Curiously enough, Ken-
tucky, the state of his birth, has only three—
fewer than New Jersey. New lTork, Ohio and
Pennsylvania, none of which have any such spe-
cial connection with his life. Indiana, where
Lincoln lived as a boy, from his seventh to his
twenty-first year, has only two and both of these
were erected very recently.
One of the two Indiana statues is especially
significant. Among the many images of Lincoln
are representatives of him as the railsplitter, the
militia captain, the lawyer, the congressman, the
circuit rider, the debater, the candidate for Pres-
ident, the President-elect, the President, the
Emancipator and the orator. All of them show
him in his early manhood and his maturity, and
connected with the erection of virtually all of
them was some element of public co-operation.
But it remained for private enterprise to fur-
nish a new sculpture portrait of Lincoln and in
1932 the Lincoln National Life Insurance com-
pany unveiled in the plaza between the two
wings of its building in Fort Wayne, Ind., a
heroic bronze statue of “Lincoln, the Hoosier
Youth,” the work of a leading American sculptor,
Paul Manship. But this private enterprise has
done more—in the establishment of the Lincoln
FIRST LINCOLN STATUE
Made by Lott Flannery, it was unveiled in 1868
and stands in front of the District of Columbia
court house in Washington.
National Life foundation, under the direction of
Dr. Louis A. Warren, a Lincoln scholar, and
along with the unveiling of the new Lincoln
statue this foundation issued an important piece
of Lincolniana, a book bearing the title of
“Heroic Statues in Bronze of Abraham Lincoln,”
by Franklin B. Mead.
This compilation, illustrated with photographs,
shows that there have been erected no less than
54 such statues and gives Interesting data con-
cerning the location, dates of dedication, names
of the sculptors, facts about their careers, etc.
From this source the following tabulation of Lin-
coln statues in bronze, listing them in the alpha-
betical order of states and countries in which
they are located, is condensed:
CALIFORNIA: Lincoln, the President, by Haig
Patigian. Located in front of the city hall in
San Francisco’s civic center. Dedicated Febru-
ary 12, 1913.
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA: Lincoln, the
Emancipator, by Thomas Ball. Located in Lin-
coln park, Washington, D. C. Dedicated in 1876.
ENGLAND: Lincoln, the President, replica of
the St. Gaud.ens statue in Lincoln park, Chicago.
Located in front of Westminster Abbey. Dedi-
cated in 1920.
Lincoln, the Candidate, by George Gray Bar-
nard. Replica of the Barnard statue in Cincin-
nati. Located in Platt Field park in Manchester.
Dedicated in 1919.
ILLINOIS: Lincoln, the [’resident, by Au-
gustas St. Gaudens. ' Located in Lincoln park,
Chicago. Dedicated in 1887.
Lincoln, the Railsplitter, by Charles J. Mulli-
gan. Located in Garfield park, Chicago. Dedicat-
ed in 1911.
Lincoln, the Emancipator, by Larkin Gold-
"anlth Mead, i/ieated on the Lincoln tomb,
LINCOLN, THE PRESIDENT
Statue by Gutzon Borglum, in Newark, N. J.
fonso VTctor Lewis. Located in the business sec-
tion of Spokane. Dedicated in 1930. Another
Lincoln statue by the same sculptor which was
dedicated in 1918 stands in Tacoma.
WISCONSIN: Lincoln, the President, by George
E. Ganiere. Located in Burlington. Dedicated In
1913.
Lincoln, the President, by Charles H. Nie-
haus. Replica of the Niehaus statue in Muske-
gon, Mich. Located in Kenosha. Dedicated in
1909.
Lincoln, the President, by Adolph A. Wein-
man. Replica of the Weinman statue in Hodgen-
ville, Ky. Located in Madison. Dedicated in 1909.
Long as Is this list it is not a complete one,
In that it includes only statues of bronze. Out-
standing among the stone images of Lincoln la
He Didn’t
Forget
By ALICE DUANE
©, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate
WNU Service
f?OR twenty-five years the annual
ball at the Wildcliff School for
Girls had been the big event; then all
the cadets from the nearby military
academy came in their colorful uni-
forms of French blue; then sweet-
hearts, fathers and mothers from
home.
Tonight the college was in readi-
ness for the colossal event. At her
window at the far end of the second
floor hall Fran Marshall, teacher of
English and literature, sat looking out
over the rolling campus bathed in a
soft silver moonlight. Twenty years
ago, she had been a girl of Wildcliff
and had been thrilled at the prospects
of the annual ball.
She, too, had had her party dress—
a white voile with lace-edged ruffles
around the bottom.
And it was twenty years ago tonight-
that the waltz and two-step had sound-
ed out over the campus until the wee
hours of the morning, and Fran Mar-
shall had danced nine dances with the
tall blond cadet in blue; had walked
with him beneath the oaks in the
moonlight, and eaten her ice cream and
cake with him behind the palms in
the gymnasium.
He had liked her white dress, but
most of all, he had liked her emerald
earrings, long slender pendants set in
dull gold, falling almost to her shoul-
ders. He had said emerald green was
his favorite color. And he had kissed
her that night and said he would come
back.
Fran never left Wildcliff. Following
her graduation, she had been placed
on the faculty. And she was smilingly
tolerant of the whispered consultations
long after the quiet bell had rung.
They were young, and only once . . .
she argued to herself.
She moved to her dressing table to
arrange her hair, when a dark, slen-
der girl came in, radiant in a chiffon
frock.
Peggy Thompson was the school’s
peppiest girl and rules meant little to
her. Fran knew of the happy-go-lucky
father who was seldom home long
enough to get acquainted with his love-
ly, motherless daughter. Peggy
showed letters from Africa, Asia. Cen-
tral America, and recently, from
Egypt.
"I thought I’d find you dressing for
the dance. Miss Marshall. Sam is
here, and I don’t know what to do with
him.”
“Sam?” queried Fran. “Which one
of the swains is Sam?”
“Sam is my father. He landed in
New York this morning.
“Oh, I am glad he is your father. I
thought it might be another admirer
arriving in addition to the rliree al-
ready here. Aren’t you happy to see
your father?”
“Oh. yes,” drawled the girl. “But I
hardy know Sam. He is a good old
scout, but such a vagabond! But I do
declare, Miss Marshall, I don’t know
what I shall do with him with Bobby
and Hank and Ed to look after.”
“Well, my dear, don’t neglect your
father. You are all he has, you know.
Let the boys shift for themselves.”
“Sam is lecturing me something
fierce for having -my hair shingled.
Says he likes old-fashioned girls. Oh,
Miss Marshall, let me do your hair.
Part it in the middle and coil it low
on your neck. Please . . . now . . .
And you should have earrings.”
Fran Marshall smiled at herself in
the mirror an hour later. Her usual-
ly sleek hair was softened over the
ears and coiled low on her neck. Her
dress was white, a lovely soft silk
thing she had bought in New York.
Fran always wore a white dress. For
a second her hand toyed with the em-
erald earrings in her jewel case.
Twenty years ago tonight she had worn
those exquisite things . . . and then
she was fastening them in her ears.
As she joined the other members of
the faculty, Peggy Thompson spied her
and came across the floor holding fast
to the hand of a big blond man.
"Miss Marshall, Sam. And Miss
Marshall, this is my father.”
He looked straight into Fran’s eyes,
a questioning gaze. He smiled at her
as he took her hand In his, and with
the other hand, he touched an earring
that nearly reached to her shoulder.
“Earrings of emerald ... a white
dress . . . Wildcliff . . . and those
twenty years are bridged. I would
have known you anyway, but the em-
erald really proves you are you. I
came back, twenty years ago. but yon
had not given me your name! I
couldn’t find you, but T never forgot.”
“For the love of Mike. Sam. what
are you talking about?” demanded his
daughter.
“I mean, young lady, you can save
a dance for your old Dad along about
the last. I will be busy up to that
time. Here comes your young Lochin-
var in blue, just as I came, twenty
years ago. Run away, my dear, and
we’ll see you later.”
Peggy Thompson came Into Fran
Marshall’s room, long after the last
guest had gone. She snuggled down
In the big chair beside the window.
“I don’t know what it is all about
Miss Marshall, but Sam and I are ever
so happy. Someone to lecture us and
love us. We both need you. And
I’m ever so glad that every person
doesn’t wear emerald earrings ... if
that is what made Sam fall for you
tonight. Just think,! What if he
hadn’t seen yours first ...”
"But he did, Peggy. He saw them
first twenty years ago . . . and he
didn’t forget ...”
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