CENTURY SAM _ SAYS:

In days of yore Yale hosted
miners, gamblers, crooks, mules

ENTURY -Sam, a pioneer
Fraser River gold-miner
in 1858 made his stake .and

holed up for the winter. Like
Rip Van Winkle he slept for
years. Only a few months ago
he was awakened by the stir
of the approaching Centennial
celebrations. Amazed at the
ehanges which have taken
place, Sam now tells some-
thing of B.C.’s past, constrast-
ing it to the present. As to our
future he says, “You ain't
seen nothing yet.”
* * *

HERE’S a lot of things that
: amaze me, coming back
after a hundred years and see-
ing the place again. Now, you
take towns...

The places we knew then
and figured that they were
pretty big places why, they
don’t amount to hardly any-
thing now.

I saw Yale the other day.
Well I remember Yale when
it was some town. But I had
to look twice now or I might
have missed it.

It seems like Yale is just a
clearing along the highway.
You’re through it before you
know it. :

Yale used to be about the
wildest spot north of 'Frisco.
It was as far up the river as
the steamboats could go...
so with us it was a port and

distribution centre.

When the-gold rush swung
up toward the Cariboo from
the lower Fraser, Yale was
the place that miners coming
in from Victoria or New West-
minster got off the boat and
started the trek by land.

went through

Everything
Yale in that time — miners,
gamblers, cooks, crooks, mules
camels, and supplies.

Believe me or, not in the
early *60’s Yale used to have
20 saloons, all going strong at
the same time. :

A little before that, about
1858, in the Fraser gold rush
there were 3,000 miners work-
ing between Yale and. Hope.

There was one spot just
downstream on the south
bank of the river, a little half-

. there — powder works,

mile square spot, that they
got over two million dollars
worth of gold from.

Yale had what you might
say three boom periods.

First during the 50’s as
head of navigation, second
during the 60’s as the distri-
buting hub of the Cariboo
road to the Barkerville coun-
try and third, after my time,
in the 80’s when the CPR was
being built. The railway con-
tractors made Yale _ their
headquarters. :

Well, they had everything
en-
gine construction plants, re-
pair shops. They had a news-
paper, hjotels, more saloons.
One fellow writing home said
that every third building was
a saloon.

Well, Yale flourished on for
two or three more years and
then the railroad that had
given it a new lease on life
when it was being ‘built kill-
ed it off as it got operating.
The old sternwheelers and
the coaches faded out, and so
did Yale.

It sure is funny now for me
to look at Yale—just a kind of
vague place on the road, and
to think back to themr days
when one Yale saloon used
to take in up to $3,000 a day.
I mean when I was there.

CENTURY SAM

Duck quick when quacks attempt

QUACK is one who claims
skills he
A medical

to peddle their phoney cures
A

knowledge or
does not possess.
quack is defined as one who
offers fraudulent remedies or

devices. Many people have
earned a good living by
quackery — particularly in

the health field. Don’t be fool-

ed by these high powered
salesmen.
A section of the Food and

Drugs Act forbids anyone to
advertise to the public any-
thing as a treatment, preven-
tative or cure for diseases
such as cancer, diabetes, epi-
lepsy, goitre, obesity tuber-
culosis, venereal diseases and
many others.

Quacks know’ that nearly
everyone is intensely inter-
ested in his own health, and
it is not too difficult to per-

suade people that something
or other will make them feel
better. It is quite possible to
convince > that
they are ill by suggsting a list

some people

of vague symptons.
You have all heard or read

them — “Are you feeling
tired, rundown, lacking in
energy, vitality, etc.” Who

doesn’t, at times? The quack
will then “diagnose” or sug-
gest the cause and of course,
the “cure” which is then of-
fered for sale.

At one time there were
sold in Canada and through-
out the world such prepara-
tions as a “Safe Diabetes
Cure.” This product was ad-
vertised as “The Only Spe-
cific’ but was neither safe for
a diabetic to take, nor a ‘“‘cure”
for diabetes.

Its principal
were sasifras, sugar and
water. There is still no cure
for diabetes, although by in-
jections of insulin, the diabe-
tic .is given the opportunity
for a long and active life.

It is difficult to say how
many people, possibly to the
loss of their lives,-have been
led to rely on such worthless
preparations for the treat-
ment of diabetes, kidney di-
seases, heart disease and
many other serious ailments.

Even today, in this modern
age of medicine and science
it is possible to find quack
medicine vendors such as
those sometimes encountered
at exhibitions and fairs. Do
not be misled by the imitation
scientific and technical jargon
used by quacks — it is just
nonsense. ete 2

ingredients

Diego Rivera : 5.

J.W., Vancouver, B.C.: The
death this week of the great
Diego Rivera caused news-
papers to recall some of his
stormy exchanges with rich
patrons, and notably the con-
troversy with the Rockefellers
over inclusion of Lenin’s head
in a mural for Rockefeller
Centre. The mural was re-
jected but the painter collect-
ed his full fee. A poem which
appeared in the New Yorker,
May 20, 1933, seems well worth
reprinting:

What do you paint, when you
paint on a wall?

Said John D’s grandson, Nelson.

Do you paint just anything at
all? :

Will there be doves, or a tree
in fall?

Or a hunting scene, like an
English bali?

“J paint what I see,’ said

Rivera.

What are the colors you use
when you paint?

Said John D’s grandson, Nelson.

Do you use any red in the
heart of a saint?.

If you do, is i: terribly red,
or faint?

Do you use any blue?
Prussian?

Is it

“I paint what I paint,” said
Rivera.

Whose is that head that I see
on my wall?

Said John D’s grandson, Nelson.

Is it anyone‘s head whom we
know, at all?

A Rensselaer, or a Saltonstall?

Is it Franklin D.? Is it Mor-
daunt Hali?

Or is it the head of a Russian?

“Y paint what I think,” said
Rivera.

I pain: what I paint, I paint
what I see,

I paint what I think, said
Rivera.

And the thing that is dearest
in life to me

In a bourgeois hall is Integrity;

However. ...

Vll take out a couple of people
drinkin’

And put in a picture of Abra-
ham Lincoln;

I could even give you McCor-
mick’s reaper

And stiJl not make my art
much cheaper

But the head of Lenin has
go to stay!

It’s no good taste in a man
like me,

Said John D’s grandson, Nelson.

To question an artist's integrity

Or mention a practical thing
like a fee,

But I know what I like to a
large degree, ;

Tho art I hate to hamper.
For twenty-one thousand con-
servative bucks
You pain'ed a radical.
shucks,

I never could rent the offices—

The capitalistic offices.

For this, you know, is a pub-_
lic hail

And people want doves, or a_
tree in fall,

And tho your art I dislike to
hamper,

I owe a little to God and
Gramper,

And after all,

It’s my wall... .

I say,

We'll see if it is, said Rivera.

Famous Last Words

CANADIAN HIGHWAY
SAFETY CONFERENCE, Ot-
tawa: Famous last words: “He ©
won’t hit me. It’s illegal to
run down a pedestrian!”

Famous: last- words: “If he
won’t dip his light, I won’t dip
mine!”

Famous last words: ‘Don’t
worry — he’ll stop.. I’ve got
the right of way.”

Sate-Driving Week, 1957,

begins at midnight, Saturday, ~
November 20 and ends at mid-
night, December 7.

Sponsored by the Canadian
Highway Safety Conference, it
is a nation-wide campaign
conducted simultaneously in
all provinces in Canada.

lis dual targets are to reduce
the number of accidents and:
deaths in traffic; and to force-
fully and sharply bring to the
attention of the motorist and
pedestrian the basic fact that_
he — the individual — is the
only one with the power tO |
prevent traffic accidents and
fatalities.

Everyone “who drives and
walks in traffic, with the eX
ception of the idiots and
morons, knows he should not
do certain things that caus®
accidents. There are law
signs and signals to be obeyed:
and there are actions that the
individual’s common — sens —
warns him can lead to injury: |
property damage and/or death
for not only himself but f0%
his passengers and others.

He knows this all the tim®
but because he is human hé
must be reminded of it noW
and then. The perils of car©
lessness, thoughtlessness, de-
liberate chance-taking 3”
false pride in the streets an
roads must be pin-pointed s0
that he will not even for es
few days, take the risks they
entail. And in abstaining is
a week, he may see the no?
gense of such driving or walk-
ing and abstain forever, ot #
least for some time to com® |

The Canadian death toll #
traffic accidents last year wag
3,200. ; ee

November 29, 1957 — PACIFIC TRIBUNE—RAGE #

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