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Historical Clippings Book - Placer Mining (HC-08) (354 pages)

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_ national cooperation functioning; why, those two ball teams
JUST WONDERIN’
1 Wonder why we overlook
The treasures.close at hand,
And seek for thrilling sights and sounds
Afar in distant lands;
Why do we slight the little flower
That nestles at our feet,
While longing for the curious flower
Upon an Alpine steep.
Human nature being what it is, . presume that it is onl®
natural for us to long for the unobtainable; and often quite
ignoring the beauty and wonder which lie about us, seek for
thrills in regions distant from our own.
All eyes will be upon California in the days and months
that lie immediately ahead and we, who are so fortunate as
to live in the golden state should evaluate her charms anew and tell her story faithfully and truthfully to those who become
snterested in her centennial celebrations.
California has a unique history of her own and we should
guard it well. Wouldn't it be a good idea to rereard John MacGroarty's beautifully written History of California. Just at
this time, it would furnish us with data: to be passed on to
those of our visitors who will be asking “where and when.” .
Why not walk with Bret Harte once again and renew
our acquaintance with Yuba Bill, Miggles, The Luck of Roaring Camp, Mliss and The Outcasts of Poker Flat. Then,
there are the incomparable tales of Mark Twain, Roughing It,
for instance and the notorious Jumping Frog together with .
many others equally. entertaining. The poems of Joaquin
Miller should not be neglected, Crossing the Plains is exceptionally good reading just now, also there are delightful poems
by Ina Coolbrith and oh, let us not forget Bret Harte’s Heathen
Chinese and the tender love poems which tell of Truthful
James and the Lily of Poverty Flat. ;
Wouldn't all this make fine winter reading and wouldn't
the hours spent with our own poets, historians and story
tellers relieve the strain imposed upon us by the confused
and troubled contemplatoin of our affairs and domestic problems. You know it would.
I Wonder why the Russian delegates to the (OL ANE go.
about all the time with their heads in-a red smog. There-shouldbe some way of getting them out under clear skies. Attendance at the World Series might have turned the trick, for there
the delegates would have seen democracy in action and interwere made up by boys descended from almost every nation
on earth. Irish, Italian, Russian, French, Jewish, English,
American and Negro; but there they were displaying a splendid spirit of sportsmanship and playing ball, one for all and
all for one. Too bad the smog blinded Russians could not
attend those ball games. —Adeline Merriam Conner.