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For bbw in new york forum. As they were all walking home through the falling snow, while Barbara kept asking why he wore such rumpled old clothes that were too big for him, Louise wanted to know what he was talking about. Bryant worked in her spare time for a white. Louise's feelings of importance grew the next day at school. Philip Crosby wasn't at the meeting, but he heard all about it; nearly everybody at school knew that Mr.

Debs had kissed her. This was a new Louise Bryant whom all now envied. She did not have to do or say anything startling to draw attention to herself. At home, the moment they all returned from the meeting, Louise began pressing her mother for information about Mr. Debs, starting with why did her mother fall asleep while he was talking. Bryant said she hadn't fallen asleep, only closed her eyes because Mr. Debs was talking about the same things her father had talked about the first time she saw him in San Francisco.

He was using almost the same words, exploitation, tyranny. Her father, said Mrs. Bryant, wanted people to vote for Mr. Cleveland for president because Mr. Cleveland was a Democrat and would help workers get more money from their bosses. He also wanted, said her mother, Ireland , where her grandparents come from, to be free of the English. But she must never again talk about killing English soldiers, no matter what she heard about her father.

Soldiers are not bad people. They only do what they are ordered to do. Even the Indians who had attacked her father and his fellow-workers while they were building the railroad, Mrs. Bryant told Louise, were not bad men. They were unhappy because the railroad was being built on land that was once theirs and nobody even bothered to ask them if it would be all right to build the railroad on the land that was theirs. White men were also killing the buffalo and taking only the skins leaving the meat to rot, taking away the Indian's food supply.

It was all interesting and confusing, for Louise was only eight years old. And before she reached her ninth birthday, not even her mother would be able to convince her that strikebreakers and railroad bosses, to whom she soon began to refer to as "them sonafabitches" were not bad people.

In June of , six months after Debs' appearance in Wadsworth , two important events occurred, one affecting the Bryant family, the other everyone in the Western United States. On the twenty first of that month, Mrs. Bryant gave birth to the first of Sheridan's two sons, and five days later the "Debs Rebellion" it was labeled that at once by newspapers began, and before it was three days old it had brought to a standstill all railroad transportation west of Chicago.

It was the great and violent railroad tie-up of , involving Debs' newly created American Railway Union and every community whose existence depended on shipments of supplies the struck roads had been providing. The greatest impact of the upheaval was on railroad towns like Wadsworth where everything depended on the railroad. In Wadsworth , itself, a food shortage developed almost immediately, and Louise's new brother Floyd, a sickly baby, rejecting his mother's breast, added to the gloom that enveloped the Bryant home, with his almost round-the-clock screams, wails and long, pitiful sobs.

They were sad, dreadful days for eight-year-old Louise, even though the conflict lasted only a short time and all rail transportation everywhere was back to normal by July Worst of all was her loneliness and feeling of rejection by her mother.

Bryant was so preoccupied with the baby and so many other problems the strike had created, she had little time to talk to her about what was happening and why. She heard the old words again, "exploitation," "tyranny," and some new ones, "boycott," "injunctions," and Jimmy Kolchak's furious blasphemous attack on the railroad owners and "scabs" and soldiers, all of whom were "sonafabitches.

She hadn't heard Sheridan or anybody else say that. Eu gene Debs was a member of the railroad firemen's brotherhood at the time the A. He had begun work as a roundhouse laborer in in Terre Haute , Indiana , at the age of fifteen. His pay was fifty cents a day for cleaning the grease from freight locomotives after their regular runs. He had to buy his own scraper to loosen the grease, but the company provided the borax.

His knuckles were always raw and bleeding. A half dozen unsuccessful railroad strikes, called by unions to keep wages from being slashed when profits, for one reason or another, dipped, convinced Debs there is little chance of winning any concessions from railroad owners so long as workers were organized in individual unions according to their crafts.

A union striking without support of the other unions on the same railroad was bound to lose. And it was not at all unusual that when one called a strike, the others would act as strikebreakers. In , the union Debs organized - the American Railway Union - came into existence.

It was a revolutionary new type of a labor organization and was immediately attacked from every quarter - industry, the newspapers, railroad owners, mining interests, and, not too surprisingly, by the officers of the American Federation of Labor. Every railroad worker, no matter what his craft was, could join the One Big Union.

And despite opposition from every quarter, the new union was an immediate success. By the middle of December, only six months after it was organized, when Debs appeared in Wadsworth , a sizeable part of the railroad industry west of Chicago was organized into the American Railway Union. The rush to join was a stampede. To the railroad workers it meant that in the event of a strike there would be no strikebreaking by one group of workers against another.

The entire railroad network would be tied up. The railroad strike, the most violent in labor history - "the Debs Revolution", it was called, began under these circumstances: The builders of Pullman sleeping cars would not budge in their refusal to talk with their workers, who had gone out on strike because their wages were slashed by the usual practice of simply posting a notice.

The Debs union ordered members on all railroads to refuse to couple and uncouple sleeping cars to passenger trains. The railroads complained their contracts with the Pullman Company barred them from running passenger trains without sleeping cars. The federal government declared the mail must move, no matter what is involved, and called out troops to see that trains moved.

In Wadsworth , eight-year-old Louise Bryant knew nothing of this at that time. She sat on a three-legged stool in the kitchen, watching her mother trying to pacify the baby, and listening to Sheridan read the strike news in the Wadsworth Dispatch and the Reno Gazette and the Nevada Journal.

She had never before heard phrases like; "court injunctions," "propaganda leaflets," "shoot to kill orders," "dynamite on train trestles," "six soldiers drowned," "strike- breakers beaten. Not even a dog fight to disturb anybody. But it was a strange, eerie, quiet - particularly in the railroad yards a short distance from their back porch. Ever since they came to Wadsworth , there had never been a moment when Louise couldn't hear the clatter and clanging and shouting of railroad crews, coupling and uncoupling freight and passenger cars, and the puffing and whistling and racket of switching, called "goats.

Then one night the quiet ended. Louise was awakened by a terrible explosion and shouting and screaming, and through the window of her bedroom she saw the fire from the roundhouse. Outside were all the neighbors on their back porches looking in the direction of the roundhouse fire.

Strikebreakers had been brought to Wadsworth , guarded by troops that afternoon, and the railroad superintendent was determined to reopen the shops and the roundhouse in the morning and get the locomotives back into service. At night, the strikers mostly shop and car repair workers had managed to get into the roundhouse and the shops despite the guards. They smashed machinery, disconnected pistons from locomotive cylinders, tore off brake shoes and created all kinds of other havoc.

Then someone threw a lighted match into one of the kerosene barrels, and as the strikers fled, they were fired on by the guards. In the morning Louise heard about the men who were beaten and shot at, and hauled off to a stockade that had been put up on the school grounds.

Then it was over. It began on June 26, and by July 15 everything was back to normal, with all trains running on time. Court injunctions, federal troops and state militia, along with strikebreaking craft union members smashed the boycott. Every member of Debs' American Railway Union was jobless and none was back to work until he could demonstrate he was not involved in violence or sabotage.

Debs, himself, served a six-month jail term for contemptuously tearing up a court injunction, and in while in prison for opposing World War One, ran for President of the United States, collecting almost a million votes.

As for his revolutionary plan for organizing workers along industry-wide lines instead of craft unions, it followed the pattern of all significant new ideas considered outlandish, preposterous, anarchic, a threat to civilization itself, when first proposed.

Upon accumulating enough myths and traditions of their own - they are accepted. Thus Debs' industrial union idea became the Congress of Industrial Organizations, better known as the CIO, in Franklin Roosevelt's nineteen-thirties, with opposition only from those opposed to unions by whatever name.

It was surprising how quickly Wadsworth 's children forgot Eu gene Debs and nearly everything that had happened to them and their families only a few months earlier. In September, Louise and Barbara were back in school, even though Sheridan had not yet been cleared of involvement in violence, and was not rehired until just before Christmas.

There were quite a few empty seats that term because so many had been blacklisted, and many of them were forced to move to Winnemucca, some distance to the east in Nevada, while others went to Reno, or over the mountains to California. Louise didn't forget - not for a moment.

But it was not until she began attending the lectures of a remarkable English instructor, Herbert Crombie Howe, on the University of Oregon campus at Eu gene , was she able to start piecing together the social and economic elements in American life which created such violent opposition to Eu gene Debs and his attempt to organize workers along non-traditional lines.

Campus days, however, were still a long ways off for Louise, and Debs' appearance in Wadsworth and the impression he made on her, did very little to suppress her urge to draw attention to herself, no matter by what means or what the consequences might be. Thus, Ernie Pierson, who says he is ninety or maybe more, and who lives in a shack in Wadsworth just about where the Bryant home stood three-quarters of a century ago, takes you outside, faces west, swings his right arm in a wide arc and points to what is now a large stretch of desert.

My brother and the fellows would stand there and get horny watching it. He remembers one cold winter morning he was helping his brother deliver milk. When they came to the Bryant home, his brother told him to go ahead and deliver the milk. He took the big milk can and opened the front door nobody locked their doors at that time to fill the pan customers always had ready.

Barbara skedaddled into the bed-room like a scared rabbit when she saw me, but Louise only pretended she was in a hurry, and walked slowly to where she stood behind the stove, dragging her dress after her, and she kept peeking out at me. I never saw a girl before without a dress on in long white drawers with lace at the bottom of the legs. In the fall of , when she was nearing her eleventh birthday and school had just begun, the Wadsworth Dispatch carried this item under the caption BIRTHS: The item in the paper made ten-year-old Louise mad.

Why, she wanted to know, did the newspaper item fail to mention her mother's name? It was she and not Sheridan who gave birth to the baby, wasn't it? This new injustice only increased her growing dislike of Sheridan and his gold tooth, who complained because she had began referring to him as Sheridan instead of the usual names children use. I am going to call you Sheridan, Sheridan, Sheridan! Her mother was very tired, and worried about the way Louise and Sheridan had been quarreling, and could not answer questions about why newspapers wrote the way they did about births or anything else, in a way that would satisfy Louise.

Louise, however, would not be put off. She could not under-stand how her mother could accept this terrible slight so calmly and resolved to do something about it herself. She sauntered out of the house, and began to walk faster when she was outside.

Her destination was the Wadsworth Dispatch Office. She was going to find out why women were being treated even worse at times, than the railroad workers by their bosses. They gave birth to children and cooked and kept house and all they were allowed to do for money was to teach school or work in the library, or do what the women in that house across the street from them did. Nick Hummel, the editor looked up.

Hummel looked puzzled, glanced at the page she handed him, scratched his head, looked closely at the determined little girl before him. You going to be one too? When you become a writer, dear, try to change that. I'll try and do better the next time somebody is born.

At eleven, Louise experienced periods of depression without knowing why. She knew only that she was unhappy because her mother had so very little time for her now that she had Billy to take care of along with two-year-old Floyd. Bryant always managed to see to it that both she and Barbara always turned up at school in spotlessly clean dresses and Louise's long shiny black hair was neatly braided and the ends tied together with a bright bit of ribbon. Sometimes Louise felt guilty and remorseful and surprised both her mother and Barbara by a sudden interest in scraping and washing the dishes and insisted on taking on the chores Barbara had always had to perform.

Still she continued to resent the attention and love her mother lavished on the boys, and she made it quite clear to Barbara that someday- she would show everybody she could outdo them in every field. She continued to badger her mother with questions, sometimes so outlandish Mrs. Bryant, now nearing forty and picking' up weight, could only look at her with frustration and despair. As Louise saw her mother change from the pretty, youngish woman who always had time to talk to her and tell her grand stories, she blamed Sheridan and her brothers.

She gradually pulled away from her mother, wondering how she let Sheridan change her so, and determined that she would never let a man do this to her. As her feeling of estrangement from her mother grew, her father, Hugh Mohan, began to appear more and more frequently in her dreams at night.

Sometimes, however, as she was complaining bitterly to him about the way her mother ignored her while lavishing attention on her brothers, he would vanish and she would find herself talking to one of the women in the big house across the street, or to Eu gene Debs.

Other times, when he beckoned to her and she came near, she would find it was Eu gene Debs, and once all three of them and the women from across the street were fighting with the soldiers who were trying to keep them from getting into the burning roundhouse. In the daytime world, she began to find it more and more awkward to confide in her mother, and soon even her flow of questions began to taper off.

What troubled her and made her feel guilty, was that no matter how resentful and mean she was to Sheridan, he continued to be gentle and kind to everyone, and more so to her than to the others. Wadsworth 's houses of ill fame - all twenty-four of them - were of course, off limits to boys and girls, especially the one across the street from the Bryant home. This was because this one was some distance from uptown, where the others were located.

Here, the dispensers of the world's oldest profitable commodity came from the best brothels in Los Angeles , San Francisco , Portland and Seattle , and the fees were set deliberately high to force the hoi-polloi of Wadsworth 's libidinous male population to seek erotic pleasure elsewhere.

In short, this one was reserved for the best people of Wadsworth , which, in turn, made it irresistible to boys and girls in the early and middle teens. Despite rigid instructions from their parents, they found ways to collect material for discussion at school the next day.

She was twelve and a half on that warm early June afternoon when the perfect opportunity presented itself. Sheridan was on the road and Mrs. Bryant and Barbara had gone uptown to shop, planning to attend a shower for a June bride afterward. Louise picked the best apparel available - the outfit that Mrs.

Bryant had bought for Barbara's confirmation - a full skirt with a deep hem at the bottom, tightly gathered at the waist, and falling prettily about her legs. It had a low neckline with short full puff sleeves, which spread gracefully like balloons, and the sleeves, as well as the neck, were trimmed with narrow lace edging.

Louise glanced out the window, saw only one figure in the rocking chair on the long porch of the big house, and picking up a rubber ball from the sofa, walked out of the house. No one was in sight. She crossed the street, bouncing the ball as she went, and stopped at the high, slightly sloping wooden sidewalk that led to the house.

She bounced the ball once or twice and when it began gliding down the slope, she pretended annoyance and went a bit faster after it. Mamie watched curiously as Louise stopped to retrieve the ball just as it was opposite her chair on the porch.

She smiled at Louise and beckoned to her. Louise suddenly was frightened. What if someone saw her; She hesitated and began to walk slowly toward the porch steps. She appraised Mamie as she rocked back and forth, and suddenly felt embarrassed when she realized that Mamie had on nothing more than an oversized pink negligee with white lace in front and on her feet pink slippers to match, which had tufts of white cotton in the center. Mamie glanced at Louise's lovely, but bewildered, face and smiled.

I don't wear anything underneath. Here we only dress in the evening when it's time to greet the guests. Louise could only stare at Mamie rocking slowly in the chair. She had never heard anyone talk like that. She glanced quickly again to see if anyone was watching. Then she grew bolder. Men like women who use lipstick and rouge and powder and perfume.

But you, dear, don't need it. You're real pretty in that nice dress, and I never saw anyone with such red cheeks like you have. That broke the ice. Louise asked to smell the lipstick and Mamie reached into a handbag on the floor beside her and let her rub a little lipstick on her lips, then quickly rubbed it off. Mamie laughed, "I'd let you keep it, but if your ma found out she'd have the police here in no time and we'd be run out of town.

Louise grew still bolder. She told Mamie that her mother had said the reason women lived in this house was because they had no husbands and needed money to buy food and did things with men they didn't even like.

Mamie was silent and then said: I had a husband, but he was killed in a train wreck ' in Salt Lake City and the company wouldn't even pay for the funeral, and Gene Debs' union was busted by the troops. So I went to Seattle and got a job like this before coming here. Living here, dear, is much better than a pot walloping job or hash slinging in some greasy spoon, and don't let nobody tell you it ain't. Louise didn't know what pot walloping was, but did know what hash slinging meant.

Anyhow, she was so excited and could hardly wait until she would be able to swear her friends to secrecy and tell them about this great adventure. But as daring as Louise was, she waited until she was on the Eu gene campus of the University of Oregon , and away from the Bryants in Nevada , before she began wearing lipstick, becoming the first woman on the campus to do so, and brazenly appear in public.

This did nothing to improve the university's image throughout the state of Oregon. The campus was already being attacked from every direction as a hotbed of radicalism and atheism because of the unorthodox teaching methods employed by Professor Howe.

Whether the Bryants learned of Louise's meeting with Mamie could not be determined. But Ernie Pierson said the boys quickly found out about it and began calling her Lulu instead of Louise - a name the "call boys" had given her because she flirted with them when they came to the Bryant home to tell Sheridan what train crew he was to join.

As for Louise, she did nothing to discourage the spreading of these reports by,: Indeed, she embellished them by hinting at probing questions she had posed to elicit confidential information from Mamie about the erotic lives Mamie and her friends led.

The truth, however, was that it was quite some time before she began to add a new dimension to her own life by starting to think seriously, more and more frequently, about the "real thing" involving Jimmy Kolchak. She had always liked him, but this was mostly because he never failed to listen carefully when she talked to him about her father and grandparents and her own hopes to become a writer. He, himself, was not so ambitious.

He told her that he had an uncle who owned a gene ral merchandise store in Stockton , California , and would someday go to work for him, but he also thought he would like to take singing lessons. Everybody said he had such a nice voice. Their favorite place to meet during summer vacation was the shady space between the school wall and the big cylindrical fire escape.

There they would sit with their backs to the wall, she with her eyes shut, dreamily talking about the future, and he listening, while his hand roamed along her knee toward her thigh. She did not mind, because it was pleasant and vaguely exciting, not much different from the times she and Jimmy were kissing and hugging and he fumbled around with his hands all over her.

Sometimes he would try to get his hand under her dress and she would become a little frightened and break away from him. But one warm June day in , when she was about six and a half months past her fourteenth birthday, and he was almost sixteen. Jimmy Kolchak suddenly became two different people. First, he was her friend and confidant, listening attentively to what she had to say. But when they finally rose to their feet, and she put her arms around him as she had always done when they were ready to go home, she found herself staring at someone else - a boy with wild eyes and a white face and trembling hands, clutching at her, pleading and begging, pushing her to the ground with one hand while the other frantically tore at the bottom of her dress.

She began to fight him off but then she relented and was still. It was a painful, messy and awkward experience - not even remotely related to the way she had dreamed it would be in her highly romantic fantasies. Only the effect it had on Jimmy amazed and intrigued her. When it was over. Jimmy was contrite and apologetic and both were silent as they walked home.

Louise marveled at the change. Only a short time ago he was so wild and eager, pledging eternal love, mumbling over and over that he had made sure she would not get in trouble, promising everything in the world. She wanted to talk to her mother about what had happened to her, but quickly realized the time was gone for that sort of thing. It would achieve nothing, only add to her mother's distress. In bed that night, as she went over each detail of the afternoon in her mind, she found her discomfort and embarrassment giving way to a sense of power and pleasure over her ability to affect this young man so deeply.

It gave her a warm glow and helped her to dismiss the loneliness and desertion she had been feeling at home. And so, the next time she and Jimmy were alone his eager-ness and devotion quickly overcame her reluctance and sex suddenly became an exciting and important element in her life.

It continued to delight Louise how overwhelmed Jimmy was each time. He would ask her to marry him when they were both old enough, offering to work the rest of his life for her, and even die for her.

The next ten years or so, left no doubt in Louise's mind that the world was full of Jimmys. At home, things were going from bad to worse. Bryant had begun getting hints from parents of Louise's classmates that her daughter was not the best influence in the world on their own daughters. And Louise, heady with her new power, was becoming a notorious young "vamp," and twenty-year-old men were beginning to cast longing glances in her direction. When Louise was nearing her seventeenth birthday, the Southern Pacific was ready to begin moving everything from Wadsworth to Sparks , and Barbara was engaged to marry Fred Hansen, a civil engineer the railroad had sent in to help in the moving.

Bryant became more than ever concerned about her daughter's future. They would soon be living near Reno and Louise would be going to the university there and living away from home. That was the time Mrs. Bryant began revealing to Louise and Barbara the truth about her life with their father, and the way he had died.

She tried hard to convince Louise that had her father not lived quite so rebelliously, so unconventionally, quite so devil-may-care, he would, in all probability, not have died when he was only forty years old, and he might have achieved some of the goals he had struggled so hard for - perhaps at a slower pace, who knows.

But it was too late, Louise had made her choice-the pattern of her life was set and irreversible. Barbara and Fred Hansen were married in Reno on June 2, , and Nick Hummel pulled out all the stops when he wrote it up for the Wadsworth Dispatch. Nearly everyone was mentioned in a flowery description of the marriage ceremony "at sunset in the parlors of the Riverside Hotel in Reno.

Bryant, her father, gave the bride away. The groom is a civil engineer in the employ of the Southern Pacific Company. He made many friends during his sojourn in Wadsworth , andalways was a fine young man in character and habit, and is tendered the congratulations of our people in having won so estimable a young lady for a life partner.

The bride is a very handsome woman and a very sensible one, and will adorn any home or station. She is accomplished and has those traits that goto make a charming wife. She has lived in Wadsworth the most of her young life and has won the admiration and respect of all with whom she came in contact. With her friends who are legion, the Dispatch unites in wishing her and her husband many years of happiness.

They will spend their honeymoontouring the land of sunshine, fruit and flowers, California. That "sonafabitch" Nick Hummel again failed to mention her mother's name. The Southern Pacific's move to Sparks was completed in Every bit of railroad property was loaded onto flat freight cars and moved; even the trees in the little park by the downtown depot were uprooted for replanting in Sparks. The homes were torn down board by board for reassembling at their new location.

The Wadsworth Dispatch moved and became today's Sparks Dispatch. The "coup de grace" was administered to the once-booming railroad town with a population of 2,, by the Southern Pacific when it moved the main line tracks to a new location.

Wadsworth then began sinking into dusty obscurity to become one of Nevada 's many ghost towns. In Sparks, the railroad set aside a narrow strip of land that ran parallel with the tracks and all who had homes in Wadsworth drew lots for bits of ground on which to reassemble them. The Bryant home went up a hundred yards or so in back of what is now the garish Nugget Casino.

A couple of blocks to the west, the Cunninghams put up their home. Cunningham was an engineer, who often pulled the trains on which Sheridan Bryant was the conductor. Their son, Ferris - himself a retired Southern Pacific engineer, still lives in the house. It is he who best recalls the Bryant family - his playmates Floyd and Bill, Mrs. Bryant, taking on weight and playing the piano, Sheridan Bryant, in his conductor's uniform. One time she said: In the fall of , when Louise enrolled at the University of Nevada , she was almost eighteen and was well on the way to becoming the slender, willowy, raven-haired beauty who would overwhelm John Reed, Eu gene O'Neill and William C.

Even jealous women grudgingly described her as "strikingly pretty. Older men sometimes called her Rosy because of her cheeks, and sorority sisters remembered how she would feign annoyance and exclaim: I look like a street-woman.

Edna Folsom, one of her sorority sisters, who now lives in a fashionable rest home in Reno , described her as "one of the most beautiful girls the University of Nevada campus had ever seen.

Here, at the University of Nevada , she gave her correct age for the last time, listing as the year of her birth, and San Francisco the place where she was born. By the time she enrolled at the University of Oregon , she had made herself two years younger, giving as her birth year.

She finally settled for , some ten years younger than she really was. The slashing of years from her age was only one of the many steps she would take to preserve her new image of herself. That she succeeded is demonstrated by the many who accepted the dates at face value for articles and biographies. She was classified at Reno as a middle high school student. This was because few high schools in Nevada , like the combined elementary and high school in Wadsworth , provided courses that would qualify students for college entrance at that time.

She was one of the University's total enrollments of students in , with 89 taking the middle high school courses. The next year she moved to liberal arts and joined the editorial staff of the Student Record, forerunner of the present campus paper, The Sagebrush. Bryant's fears were justified. Louise not only refused to live at the Bryant home in Sparks, a few miles from the campus, but after a brief trial of living with Uncle Philip and Aunt Mary, who had by that time given up farming and moved into a Reno house at Walnut Street, she gave that up also.

She wanted no one to tell her that nice young ladies didn't undress and drop their clothes on the floor of whatever room they happened to be in at the moment. So Louise packed her belongings and moved to Manzanita Hall on the campus. She quickly became involved with one of the handsome male students, Leslie Elliott, the son of a wealthy cattle ranch family near Bridgeport , California. All this happened so many, many years ago, but for Louise's Manzanita Hall sorority sister, Mrs.

Edna 5'olson, it is as though it was a recent occurrence. When she left the campus, he was heart-broken and despondent. Any one of us would have been happy to comfort and console him, but he just kept on brooding and walking around like a lost soul.

When she left Reno , we did not hear from her, nor anything about her, until years later when her name began to turn up in big headlines in all the papers. And what headlines they were: On February 21, , thirteen years after Louise left the Seno campus, newspapers throughout the country reported her appearance before a committee of the United States Senate, investigating post-World War One propaganda in America, and the Reno Evening Gazette splashed it all over page one with an eight-column headline: In addition to describing her actual appearance before the committee, the article took pains to remind the paper's readers: Listed among her numerous other sins was the fact that she was a suffragette and was among those extremists in the movement who tried to burn President Wilson in effigy before the White House.

The Gazette appeared to be taking what might best be described as ghoulish pride at being able to report that in her appearance before the committee in Washington, Louise Bryant, a Sparks girl, "created an uproar which occupied space in every daily paper in the country. Insults became more and more humiliating and threats more and more ominous.

Neighbors shunned them and fellow-workers spoke to Sheridan only when their work required it. Sheridan was finally forced to ask the southern Pacific to transfer him from sparks to the eastern terminal of the division across the Sierra Nevada at Roseville, a short distance from Sacramento.

Louise, too, was deeply affected. She was not unaware of the impact her activities had on her mother, by that time, sixty-two, and she felt helplessly trapped. It did little, however, to impress the people of Sparks.

By , Louise accumulated enough credits to move to the University of Oregon campus at Eu gene. Here her intellectual development took a new turn under the influence of the remark-able English instructor, Herbert Crombie Howe. While at the other end of the continent, at Harvard, John Reed, was about to come under the influence of an equally remarkable English instructor, Charles Townsend Copeland, known to all the students as "Copey. But unlike Professor Copeland, who was content with devoting his energies to turning out some of the nation's most distinguished authors and political commentators.

Professor Howe's unorthodox style of teaching, and activities on and off the campus, shook up the entire state of Oregon during the first two decades of this century in a way that would not be equaled until the riotous days of the nineteen-sixties.

Louise Bryant added to this, by wearing daringly sheer blouses and turning up in public with lipstick. She had selected history for her major, but she soon found the head of that department Professor Joseph Schafer, dignified, scholarly, but completely dull and uninspiring.

It was inevitable that she should join the scores of other students who flocked to Professor Howe's lectures. They caused parents, taxpayers, investigating committees, preachers and newspaper editors throughout the state to demand not only the ouster of Professor Howe, but all radicals, from tax-supported college payrolls. There certainly was nothing about the professor's appearance, when Louise first saw him, to suggest he was the sort who could arouse the entire state of Oregon the way he did.

He was a mild-mannered, slight-built man in his middle thirties, with a Vandyke beard and a heavy mustache. His black hair was combed straight back. During lectures he wore gray trousers and a dark coat buttoned so high, barely a trace of his white shirt and black bowtie showed.

Only his penetrating eyes gave hint of a man in love with books and a determination to bring to life the ideas buried in their pages. He had been head of the English Department for five years when Louise enrolled, and by that time had the state of Oregon in an uproar.

For as soon as he came to Eu gene from Cornell University in New York , he began a campaign to convert the place from a sleepy academy to a dynamic educational institution. It seemed like a great idea, but it was devastating to Oregon educational tradition.

Only the university's liberal president, Dr. Frank Strong, seemed to remain unperturbed. But before too long, he too, became troubled. Professor Howe was a Unitarian; he was a Socialist and wrote the platform for Eu gene 's Socialist candidate for mayor; he was an agnostic and Louise sat wide-eyed and open-mouthed when she heard him say: The idea that God could not forgive the remote descendants of Adam and Eve until He had been placated by the blood of His own Son, is a hideously ogrerish notion.

When word of this talk on "The Humanity of Christ" got out, taxpayers began flooding editors with letters demanding that the Board of Regents get rid of agnostics, radicals and other trouble makers before their children became infected.

The Grants Pass Outlook told its readers: And Evangelist Roscoe Drummond hurled Biblical thunderbolts throughout the state. Louise had never been happier. Professor Howe's lectures were eye-openers. She waited eagerly for those occasions when he met with small groups of students for private sessions, but all his lectures were stimulating, exciting and informative. He had, among other things, inaugurated the practice of lecturing to mixed classes on books, which had always been taboo. And scandal of scandals, he returned to the shelves, books by such daring authors as Ibsen, Zola and others, whose works had always been carefully expurgated of material which might taint the morals of the students who read them.

Scandalous or not, Ibsen and Zola banished forever whatever inhibitions Louise still had about sex. Jack London had not yet written his most significant two books, "Martin Eden," and "The Iron Heel," but she was intrigued when she learned he had become a Socialist while in jail in , the very year of the Eu gene Debs conflict. Tolstoy and Dostoievski gave her the first glimpse of life in Russia , and Shaw's "Man and Superman," published only a few years earlier, answered a good many questions about woman's place in society, and convinced her that only by becoming militant and aggressive would they ever achieve their rightful place.

She became active on and off the campus. She circulated petitions on behalf of public ownership of Eu gene 's utilities, passed out leaflets urging support for the socialist candidate for mayor, and was among the leaders of students who threatened to boycott classes if Professor Howe was fired. She found time to organize a chapter of Chi Omega on the campus, and to play the romantic lead in Sheridan 's "Rivals," with the University's dramatic department when it staged its annual play in downtown Eu gene.

She also became an associate editor on the staff of the University of Oregon Monthly Magazine , providing black and white drawings to Illustrate stories, and saw her very first poem appear in print in the magazine: Every leaf of red and gold,.

That flutters in the wind,. Every drop of dreary rain,. Methinks brings back to mind. So every golden pumpkin,. The apples bright and red,. Seemed as if they said. Her clothes, especially her lace blouses, became more and more daring. Only an appeal, tinged with a threat from the housemother, caused her to slow down on the blouses, which were nearing the scandalous stage.

She insisted she was not trying to attract men, but was only defying convention. She did not need daring clothes to attract men - a dozen were competing for her attention. Carl was Eu gene 's most eligible bachelor, and what caused so much tongue wagging was the fact that he was not even a University of Oregon student. Significantly, Louise wrote her thesis on the Modoc Indian "War of ; one of the most vicious and treacherous in the history of Indian warfare in the West.

One day near the end of her stay at the University of Oregon , there appeared on the campus, at the invitation of Professor Howe, a most unusual individual. He came onto the platform to lecture on "The Poor Quality of Modern Education" in knee-high boots into which were tucked the bottoms of his trousers.

His mauve-colored frockcoat was buttoned tightly and a bright, red ribbon, more than four inches wide and made into a huge bow tie, extended on each side of his long beard. He was practicing law at that time in Portland where he had two offices - one in the Chamber of Commerce Building where he met corporation clients, which Included Jim Hill's Great Northern Railroad.

The other was a hideaway where he met with radicals who were in trouble with the law and broke. To this hideaway, also came poets, inventors, would-be authors and other dreamers of grand projects. He, him-self, wrote deeply moving poetry and authored books and articles, the most famous of which appeared years later in book form under the title, "Heavenly Discourse.

Wood was fifty-six years old at that time, but he had not yet begun to lose interest in pretty women. At the reception at Professor Howe's home in his honor after the lecture, Louise introduced herself and told him how much she had enjoyed his lecture. Wood smiled and looked closely at her. Was that lipstick she was wearing? He asked her some questions about herself. Then he held Louise's hand while saying good-night, and with his fingers lingering on her bare arm, suggested that she drop in to see him at his office in the Chamber of Commerce Building should she decide to make her home in Portland after graduation.

Because of her preparatory studies and credits at the University of Nevada , she was able to collect her Bachelor of Arts degree in History after only two years and three months at Eu gene. On January 8, , she left the University of Oregon -her destination - Portland. It didn't take long for her to discover what she might have learned on the campus at Eu gene had she made some inquiries and read the Portland newspapers at the university's library.

Professor Howe, Joseph Schafer, even Charles Erskine Scott Wood, when he came to lecture, would have made clear, that for a woman to break into the journalism business in could be likened to the biblical camel's attempt to get through the eye of a needle.

Moreover a reading of the Portland papers would have made it equally clear that, even if she had managed the miracle and gotten a job on a Portland paper, there was nothing in their columns, news wise or editorial wise, to encourage the belief she would be able to set the world on fire.

It was truly a man's world. Whenever women did manage to break into journalism they were invariably relegated to the dreary, dull work of writing routine items about the doings of society, and Portland was no exception. In instances, where women managed somehow to gain fame as artists and scientists, or notoriety as criminals, it was usually male drama critics and science editors who wrote the newsworthy items about the former, and male police reporters who took care of the sensational details involving the latter.

Louise had assumed that her diploma and copies of the campus magazine listing her as a member of the editorial staff, plus samples of her fine black and white drawings for the magazine, would be more than enough to demonstrate her qualifications for a newspaper job. Not even sheer blouses and lipstick could overcome the myth that women were unequipped both physically and emotionally to work alongside of men in journalism. William Randolph Hearst finally let women into journalism, but only by creating a new myth that only women at lower pay, of course could write "sob stories" about wives of criminals who were about to be hung.

At that moment in history, however, Hearst was trying to become mayor of New York , and he had no paper in Portland , anyway. There were four daily papers in Portland at that time -the Oregonian, the Journal, the Telegram and the Daily News, and at each one city editors shook their heads. Even the society departments were closed to her. The city editors were certain that in addition to being unequipped to meet the rugged requirements for being a journalist, this applicant for a job would be a disruptive element if she were hired.

They felt that the very presence of this provocative brunette would play havoc with the morale of the other women employees, most of who were plain, honest, uncomplaining, and quite content and eager to do what they were told to do. She persisted, however, and returned again and again, until it became the job of the copyboys to say, "No, nothing yet, Miss Bryant," as soon as they saw her coming. At the Telegram, a short, chubby, balding man tried to explain to her that Portland was a rough place even for men journalists, and women trying to compete with them in covering sordid crimes, fires, often violent labor disputes and political scandals, would find themselves helpless.

She told him that she could handle it, but John Small shook his head. Art Young, years later when she no longer had to pretend she was once a feature writer for the Oregonian. Finally she thought of Charles Erskine Scott Wood and his invitation to visit him if she came to Portland. She recalled the way he looked at her as his fingers slid along her bare arm at Professor Howe's reception. She had some reservations, but she was also running out of choices.

She needn't, however, have had any qualms. For by the time she arrived in Portland , Wood was already deeply involved with Sara Bard Field, who was only two years older than Louise, and was still the wife of Albert Ehrgott, a Baptist minister, inclined toward Socialism, as was Sara herself. Louise decided to see him. To her pleasant surprise he greeted her warmly, ready to help, and listened closely, smiling occasionally as she told him about her troubles trying to convince city editors that they should give her a chance at journalism.

He seemed impressed and moved when she explained why she was so determined to become a journalist, touching briefly on her childhood days in Wadsworth and the violent days she had lived through there. He took her to see Hugh Hume, who had some years earlier begun to publish a slick-paper weekly tabloid in Portland called The Spectator.

The paper's offices were in the old Chamber of Commerce building, which housed Wood's office. Hume, a nonconformist, also with an eye for beautiful women, was as impressed as his friend Wood was with her charm and her determination to break into a field dominated by men, and offered to help her. He promised to make room for her on the staff of The Spectator as soon as possible, but until an opening on the staff occurred, he suggested she find work in some other field not far from Portland.

Wood said he would help her get a job teaching school. The school term was well under way and it was not easy to find a school where she might be able to work full-time and then quit when The Spectator had an opening.

Finally he located one that needed a teacher. There classes did not start until early in March because some of the children had to row daily to school from small neighboring islands, and could do so only after the worst of the winter stormy weather ended.

When the boat arrived and got tied up we saw her come down the gangplank after the captain, and a deckhand, who was carrying her trunk on his shoulder.

I was hanging onto my mother's skirts when I smelled it. I smelled perfume for the first time in my life. Clarence Irwin, now living in Bellingham , Washington , near the Canadian border, recalled the arrival of Louise Bryant on Stuart Island in March of to begin teaching her and some twenty other children. Nobody on the island had ever seen anyone dressed so beautifully as she was, except maybe in the mail order catalogues. In one hand she had a handbag and the other was sticking out from a small muff and hanging onto an umbrella.

What I remember best was that everybody was so surprised nobody said anything. I remember to this day that pleasant smell, which my mother later told me was perfume and that good girls and ladies didn't use perfume. It really was a tiny island, one of one hundred and sixty that make up the San Juan group. Puget Sound was, countless centuries ago, a mighty mountainous valley until the Pacific Ocean crashed through the coastline and flooded it. This island is only four miles long, and less than a mile wide.

On a map, its shape resembles a large prehistoric bird in clumsy flight. It's location in Puget Sound is such that it became an ideal place for the United States government to build a lighthouse to guide ships from the Orient and elsewhere bound for points on the American and Canadian mainland.

Irwin's father -she was Leila Borchers, and only seven at that time - was the lighthouse keeper, and the island's most important citizen.

In addition to the Borchers family, with its four children, there were eight other families, as well as a dozen or so unmarried men who made a living catching salmon for shipment to canneries in Seattle and other cities on the mainland.

There was a small, one-room schoolhouse, a stone's throw from the small bay where the mail boat docked, and where the children from other islands tied up their rowboats when they came to school. Louise never forgot the months she spent on the island, living in the large house in back of the lighthouse with the Borchers family, listening to the mournful foghorn warning ships as they passed between the island and Vancouver Island all night long.

Five days a week she walked the mile and a half to the schoolhouse with the four Borchers children, each carrying a lunch Callie Borchers, the mother, put up for them. The child-ren called her Miss Louise, and spent more time staring at her beautiful clothes than at their lessons, but it was the first time she was earning money, and she was happy as she waited for an opening on The Spectator in Portland.

Something else that made her time pass agreeably and which she often spoke of later, were three unmarried men, Finns, who made a living catching fish. Saturday mornings she dressed in old clothes and heavy boots they had provided for her and she joined them in their fish-cleaning shack to take care of the week's catch. She soon knew the difference between a King salmon, a Silver, a Humpback and a Sockeye.

When the salmon weren't around, there were plenty giant rock cod and other bottom fish to clean. She enjoyed hearing the Finns laugh as she practiced wielding a huge knife and learned to open the belly of a fish with one wide sweeping slash of the knife.

She often joined them when it came time to eat, and from them learned several ways to prepare fish for the table the way they did it in Finland.

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