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Spokane Friend of Grace Moon Recalls
s4llß GRAND AVE.
The Indians of Arizona and New
Mexico have preserved their forms and
customs in remarkable independence
—that were the white race suddenly
annihilated, the Navajos and Hopis
of the desert and mesa would pursue
their way undisturbed in absolute in
dependence, is the statement of
Grace Moon, announcement of whose
new book is eagerly awaited. To live
among them, win so thoroughly their
confidence, and then to be able, so
truly and in so fascinating a manner,
to portray them by pen and camera
and brush seems to me a wonderful
and lasting accomplishment, and this,
Grace and Carl Moon, working togeth
er, have done.
The life of artists and authors is a
strenuous one—always the painting
and writing, writing, writing; even
the pad and pencil proving a part of
the regular equipment when on a va
cation trip.
Carl Moon’s largest collection of
photographs and paintings of the
southwest Indians is contained in one
room—of the wonderful Henry L.
Huntington Library in New York City.
These pictures run true to type, and
form a valuable part of the national
history of the Indian as he is today
in his natural state, g
My introduction to Grace Moon was
in my girlhood days. My home was at
Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where
came Francis B. Purdie with his wife,
his son, Maxwell, a daughter Grace,
a charming girl of 15, She was a
splendid combination of the clear,
gray eyed, level-headed Scotch poise
of her father's ancestry, and the dark
haired, gracious bearing with little im
petuous enthusiasms inherited from
her mother’'s French descent.
My sister and I first met her at
Sunday School, and well do I remem
ber our first invitation from her to
spend the night at her house. When
we said that we could not, she sent
back a spirited little note to the effect
that it wasn’t “could not,” but “would
not,” which, of course, settled the mat
ter. We spent the night with her
and thus began our lifelong friendship.
At a very romantic period in our
lives (Grace was 15, my sister, Bess,
15, and I, 17), we three girls were
chums all that summer—reading the
same books, and interested in the
same things and the same people.
I remember a charming party given
by Grace and her mother, for which
we girls brought cedar boughs from
the island with which to decorate. And
on the hot summer afternoon follow
ing the party we sat by the shady side
of the house, eating turkey sandwiches
and reading either “The Lion or the
Lady,” or “The Man With the Iron
Mask,” or “The Aztec Treasure
House” (our favorites that summer).
To add romance to our lives we as
sumed the titles of whiclh young girls
are so fond, and our group boasted a
“Princess Louise,” “Queen Bess,”
“Empress Du 8" (Grace, whose full
name was Grace Du Souchet Purdie),
and “Czarine Espa” (myself). That,
I think, was the dream summer of my
life. But, sadly, it came to an end,
when Mr. Purdie took his family to
Mexico City, where he was to con
tinue his work of establishing agencies
for the R. G. Dunn Mercantile Agency,
I shall never forget how gray that
August day was, as the train left the
station, and Grace was spirited away
from us. [ did not weep, but a dull
apathy settled down upon my heart,
for she took the sunshine with her.
And afterwards she wrote that she
thought we did not care as much as
she did, because we did not ery!
~ For three years ghe lived in Mexico
Brilliant Writer
City and always we enjoyed the ab
sorbing correspondence of young girls.
Always, on her part, a fascinating
combination of interesting events, de
scriptions of the country, and histori
cal spots.
There is a romantic glamor over all
things Spanish and Mexican, and
Grace, herself the spirit of romance,
gave to her letters a thrill that wak
ened in me an intense love and long
ing for the southern lands.
Later I met Grace again when eu
gaged in government work in Wash
ington, D, C., as she and her mother
were on their way to Europe. From
there came interesting letters and
cards—one from the Alhambra, one
containing an account of a visit to
the Spanish gypsies in their native
haunts—gypsies who were so impor
tunate that Grace and her mother es
caped only after emptying their
purses! Another letter announced
that her father had given them the
choice between a trip to Germany and
some Paris gowns, and they had chos
en the gowns'! Afterwards the Pur
dies lived in Buenos Aires for several
years, and from there Grace and her
mother returned to the states in 1904,
in time to attend my wedding, at
which Grace, of course, was a brides
maid. One thing they told of their
journey up from far-away South Amer
ica, was the necessity for wearing
mosquito net veils through Paraguay
as a precaution against yellow fever
Later she and her mother traveled
extensively in the United States,
Grace attending for a time the Uni
versity of Wisconsin. Somewhere in
these years her brother, Max, was
killed in an iceboat accident at Lake
Mendota, Wisconsin, while a student
at the University.
During a trip to the Grand Canyon
of the Colorado she and her mother
met Carl Moou at the El Tovar Stu
dio. For several years after their
marriage Carl and Grace lived at the
studio, studying and painting the In
dians of the Southwest, and coilecting
their legands.
If you wish to see the first combined
result of this study, in “Indian Leg
ends in Rhyme” you may read Grace
Moon’s first published volume of
poems, artistically illustrated by her
Then appeared the “lLost Indian
Magic,” a marvelously fasinating tale,
written by Grace and Carl Moon in
collaboration, and illustrated by Carl.
This book is listed on the sixth grade
reading list of the Spokane public
Books New
Some books, like some unusual peo
ple, possess a delicate charm in that
gay cleverness which escapes the faint
suggestion of flippancy. “After Noon,”
by Susan Ertz, has the quality in per
fection. Like its predecessor “Ma
dame Claire,” this is one of those de
lightfully witty novels which evade
none of the real issues, but which
show forth human nature with a per
ception both humorous and kindly,
Venetia and Caroline, twin daugh
ters of Charles Lester, a very clever
Englishman, are thoroughly modern,
alive young women—alive in the sense
that their minds really work. Their
mother deserted them in babyhood, and
Lester brought them up. He fell in
love, in his forties, with an American
widow, Lester had been avoiding
women, “I am full of the most ex
quisite illusions about them,” he said,
“all of which I wish to preserve—!"
Appletons publish this late addition
to the Spokane Woman library.
By Francis Lynde.
(Charles Scribner’'s Sons—s2.oo.)
Lynde has a long string of good
Western stories to his credit, but he
has gone beyond his previous mark in
“The Tenderfoots.” In portraying the
adventures of Philip Trask and Harry
Bromley, he has struck deep into the
springs of human action and reaction.
Trask is a New England Puritan, of
rigid standards and limited experience.
Bromley is the scapegrace son of a
wealthy family, dissipated and harum
scarum, but as Philip finally admits,
with more human sympathy and under
standing of life values than Trask had
Success was too much for Trask—
success and the sudden disclosure that
hig narrow pride of race and family
had no foundation. How he finally
won through to real manhood, and
how “Little Irish” Connaghey, a girl
in a Leadville dive, helped him back
to his own place in the world and to
the girl he loved, makes a very en
grossing tale, Success and responsibil
ity had had the opposite effect on
Bromley; his patient sympathy for his
partner, and the strong brotherly hand
he extended to Jean, Trask’s sweet
heart, lend sweetness to the picture,
* * .
Travel books are enjoyed by the
people who are going to see the world,
and wish to view it intelligently; by
those who were born with the wander
lust and have to gratify it in imagina
tion; and by those who don't want
anything better than a Homease chair,
a shaded lamp, and a good book about
the far places. We have a book on
our shelves that more people ought
to know—Stella Benson’s “The Little
World.,” 1t is pure delight.
Furniture Logi
What makes the price? We refer to the price of anything. Furniture
or soap. Unless the article covers a field all by itself, and therefore
becomes a monopoly, competition creates the price,
Competition is the weapon of one store against the other. What, then,
enables one store to compete against the other? What, then, enables
one store to create a lower price than its neighbor?
The greatest and most vital factor is overhead. Overhead is the cost
of doing business. The greater the expense of running a store the higher
the prices must be in order to meet this expense.
The W. H. Bartel Furniture Co. has little expense as compared with
the other first-class stores of Spokane. Located out of the high-rent dis
trict, the rent item is very low by comparison. Having a very small or
ganization, our payroll is but a drop in the bucket. Expensive windows
and lighting are unnecessary in our location. Our newspaper advertising
is held to a minimum and costs us less by the year than many stores con
sume in a week.
The cost of doing business is remarkably little. The prices therefore
reflect this economy, and you pay for furniture with very little “Over
head” tacked on.
(Out of the shopping district, but still one minute from the heart of it)
Showrooms open daily including Saturday from 8:30 to 6.
Other hours by appointment.
313 East Sprague Riverside 4446
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East Sprague’s CASH Furniture Store
18 Cents a Line IS a Profitable Investment for SPOKANE
WOMAN Classified.
Thursday, September 23, 1926
By Jeannette Phillips Gibbs.
(Little, Brown & Co., $2.00.)
Herself a member of the legal pro
fession, Mrs. Gibbs is well qualified to
discuss the problems of the woman
Jawyer who marries and continues her
public career,
Jane Thorndike was not built for the
sort of marriage in which the woman
must “play the lifelong part of gentle
admirer and devotee.” She was will
ing to face the battle of life shoulder
to shoulder with her mate, a capable
and efficient human being, citizen in
her own right. Jane's original way of
meeting her problems, and the work
ing out of the inevitable conflict with
Tommy over her business engage
ments at times when he was free to
play around, is of absorbing interest.
. . -
Believe it or not—there are 23,000
scientific periodicals published
throughout the world.
- - -
By Lebbeus Mitchell.
(The Century Co. $1.75.)
Georgie was not a “hummer” like
his brother Derrick, His father said
so. It hurt all the way through the
sensitive little-boy soul. With the men
going out on strike, even a very small
boy of seven-going-on-eight should be
earning something,
Georgie got a job—in the country!
A marvelous place, the country. And
heing able to put eight dollars in
mother’'s lap to help pay the rent—
lives there a boy with soul so dead
that he would not thrill to that?
Straight-forward and simple in style,
built around the basic human virtues
of courage and generosity, this story
should win its way with children and
grown-ups alike.
Signing Off, LUCY M. C. ROBINSON.

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