Oregon Spectator, April 2, 1846
The acts of public men are for the inspection of the public; or, at least, they should be. Personal matters never ought to be made public through the medium of the press. Any person occupying a public station, or holding an office of trust or profit, must expect his official acts to be scrutinized by the public – beyond that, no one ought to be permitted to go. We may differ widely in matters of public policy from those who are our personal friends. It would be wrong to allude to that friend’s personal acts. He that would do so, merits the scorn and contempt of all honorable men, and no person would do so but a demagogue and and rotten-hearted aspirant for office.
The Oregon Argus, April 5, 1856
SEAT OF GOVERNMENT
It will be seen by a card which we publish today that the Hoosier is in the ring as a candidate for the Seat of Government. As times are hard, and we can’t well afford the expense of building a State-House, we hope her claims will be taken into consideration.
The House might occupy her cabin aft, and a hall might be fitted up on her poop above for the accommodation of the Council, whilst the “Printer’s” press might be attached to her engine, and go by steam, so as to lessen the expense of printing. The Hoosier could ply regularly between Canemah and Skinner’s Landing (Eugene), picking up members of the Legislature, making and printing laws, and doing up small jobs for the party. The only objection we have heard argued to it is, the washings of the boat would kill all the salmon below the Falls.
The “location” would certainly be in admirable keeping with the dignity of the Oregon officials, (we beg pardon of the Hoosier,) and would satisfy the penchant of the clique for “moving.”
Oregon City Enterprise, April 3, 1896
With the courage born of repeated defeats our democratic friends will launch a county ticket on the sea of Clackamas County politics next Saturday. The party is supposed to yet number some 900 voters in this county, and though their voyage is a hopeless one, and Salt River will be their inevitable port, they propose to keep up a semblance of party organization; for with that gone the democracy of Clackamas County would soon disappear and be thing of the past, and our democratic federal office-holders whom we have with us would be left in a solitude too painful to contemplate.
Oregon City Courier, April 6, 1906
In urging the people of Clackamas County to use sound, honest judgment in the selection of all candidates for office, no matter what party they may represent, this paper is not asking for something of particular advantage to itself. As part and parcel of the community The Courier wishes to do what might be expected of a good citizen, that is, to labor diligently to arouse the thoughtless and inconsiderate to a realization of their duty.
And The Courier does not underestimate the mental caliber of those among whom it circulates. There are a few who do not fully understand the political situation in Clackamas County. But constant urging may bring about a unity of effort along certain lines.
Now this paper has nothing to say as to whom the Republican party in Clackamas County should place at the head of its ticket, so long as it does not attempt to foist up on the people men notoriously unfit for any place in public life and men whose endorsement is a stinging disgrace to a whole community.
Ability counts for nothing when coupled with flagrant dishonesty. John Wilkes Booth was a man of splendid ability, fine accomplishments and of an affable, winning disposition; but the best use he could make of these enviable gifts was the murder of good old Abraham Lincoln. Aaron Burr was a statesman of the highest rank, a man who lacked but a vote in the electoral college of being chosen President of the United States; his was a wasted and despised life spend in the quest of self aggrandizement. Benedict Arnold was Washington’s trusted and highly esteemed general. His genius and talent, rightly applied, might easily have placed him at the head of the Nation. But this despicable man was the more despised because the great talent with which he had been endowed was prostituted to base, ignoble and dastardly uses. A man of small ability, a very ordinary man, no matter how base his acts, would not have gone down in history as the most despised and hated of men. It is misapplied genius that makes your Benedict Arnolds.
This is a time in which the country needs the activity of its best citizenship. It is no time for petty prejudices. Men need not ask the question – is one man as bad as another? The question is, what will be the ultimate result if this man be nominated? Look to the result and do what, in your mind, will bring about that desired result.
To support a man or men responsible for an objectionable condition is to endorse the action of the man or men. They are then justified in repeating the offense for the people in the first instance approved and endorsed them by re-election.
Oregon City Courier, April 6, 1916
THIS IS THE TIME
This is the time of the year when we may expect rain, but when we probably won’t get it. In spite of the proverb about April showers bringing May flowers, it is likely that if there is any more rain all the pretty little flowers will be drowned out. And then, we have had so much rain that the sky must be pretty nearly empty.
This is also the time of the year when ye ardent fishermen will get him a boat and a line and hike into the Willamette, there to catch lines from other boats, and to envy the man who draws in, after a royal battle, a perfectly good salmon. This is also the time of the year when the tired businessman will get up early Sunday morning, put on his old clothes, and go out and spend the Sabbath wading in a cold stream, hoping against hope that the follow up above won’t scare all the trout. This is the time of the year when men will talk of flies and spoons and reels and lines and leaders and hooks, and when the women-folk are exasperated at the lack of interest in other topics. Only some of the women-folk will be just as bad.
This is also the time of year when there will be a rush at the office of the county clerk and the district registrars, and when sober citizens will rave about the delay in getting registered, and will never think that the delay is their fault, and that they had months before these last fervid hours in which to enroll themselves for the privilege of the ballot. (And this reminds us – register today; the books close on April 18, and time is passing fast away.)
This is also the time when throughout the land candidates will be chanting their siren songs and promising lower taxes, fewer commissions, public service, economy, efficiency, and a stern realization of the duty of public servants. It is the time of the year when strange men (who will be found to be seeking office) will stop women and children on the streets and make complimentary remarks and give away cute little cards. It is the season for hot air, for pledges, for slogans and for orations and speeches.
This is also the time of the year for spring house-cleaning, for washing the parlor curtains, for beating the dining room carpet, and for taking down the stove in the sitting room. It is the gladsome season of gardening, and of trying to make seeds come up and grow the way the catalogues said they would. It is the time of the year when Cytheria will begin preening herself for the Easter parade, and when Willie will be trying on low shoes and buying loud sox. It is the time of the year for moonlight walks, and for drives on Sunday, and for girls to tell their dearest friends that they are going to be married in June.
In short, it is April, and springtime has really arrived.