Native Roots Revival

Guilt imagines that every eye and every mind judges. But guilt can be false - a thing of the conscience that becomes so real it rules our common sense. We are aware that all guilt is not false - but for most people the fear of someone thinking we are guilty is reason enough. What we do not realize is that it is our own thinking, our own emotion and fear that keep us weaving and dodging. A person trying to lose a few pounds feels guilty if someone see him eating. A prudent spender feels the weight of spending a dollar - and so goes the guilt which is not guilt at all but fear. From one fear comes a thousand things to get rid of - and false guilt should be the first. ~ Will you sit idly by, supinely awaiting complete and abject submission, or will you die fighting? ~

YOU THINK YOU HAVE A MESS TO CLEAN? At the left against the door was a mostly empty wine rack. Three kegs were near the left wall. The piano was on a platform supported by sawhorses. A hat was on the leg of a toppled chair near the center of the photo. Electric lights were dangling from the ceiling.

The boys of Hose Cart #1 threw a "dinner" as a fundraiser for the Miles City (Montana) fire brigade. One diner had an allergic reaction to shrimp that at first was thought to be smallpox. The Hotel Leighton, now the Olive Hotel, was the scene of the raucous party. The print, titled “That Night, April 20th, 1901,” resides at the Range Riders Museum. The name “Elliott” was printed at the lower left. Text and digital restoration of photo by Gary Coffrin. PC users can click photo to enlarge/clarify.