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"BlueJeans..."

This story of the great sarvmill melodrama of the 1880s, as presented by a traveling company in Portland, belongs to Stel'r'art Holbrook. Why he has never include<l it in one of his books I can't imagine.

It happened, according to Hols, in Portland's Marquam Grand theatre, long since razed. It r,vas in a day when pictures of fat burlesque queens were to be found in every package of Sn'eet Caporal cigarettes.

In those days the drama was a thing of flesh and blood, and the blood n'as very red and often florved copiousll'. It rvas the heyday of melodrama, the high noon of "East I-ynne," of "Hazel Kirke" and, among countless others, "Blue Jeans." This u,as the great sa.,vmill drama of the time-the first in rvhich the villain conspired to sarv the trero in half, like a log. And at last the great and moving drama of "Blue Jeans" came to Portland, the city of big sarvmills and a population of mill men rvho knerv their stuff from bullchain to greenchain.

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The action of the shorv n'ent smoothly forrvard through tu'o acts, at the Marcluam Grand, but there rvas only passive interest in the audience. It u,'as apparent why folks hzrd come that night-it rvas to see the rvidely advertised "Great Sarvmill Scene -Mechanically Perfect in Every l)etail."

And at last rvhen the curtain arose on this scene, the crowd sat up in their seats, ears r,vide, eyes bugging. Then every man's jarvs rvent slack in astonishment, or some: thing mighty like it. There rvere whisperings, next, and ominous mutterings. And no u'onder.

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For the "mastodonic" sarvmill of "Blue Jeans" uras revealed by the searching glare of the footlights to be nothing more or less than a stage r.vhereon rested a very small savvmill carriage made chiefly of No. 4 (Economy) boards, and a pitifully small circular sar,v attachecl to a l'ery lvobbl). f rame.

The sarv n'as turning' so r.noderately that it rvas possible to count the teeth as it turned, and to note they looked right rusty and snaggled. The log on the alleged carriage was no "giant of the forest," as advertised, nor anything like a giant. It was a sickly, puny cull, approximately ten feet long and maybe 12 inches thick at the butt. There were no dogs. The crummv cull log just lay there on whar one man in the audience termed, audibly, "a mess of roller skates." A titter rippled through the theatre.

Nor were there any levers, pedals or pull ropes to be seen. Old sar'r'yers in the crorvd puckered their brorvs. How th'ell could that log be cut r,r'ithout no dogs and no log-turner or carriage controls ? The lads r,vith sar,vdust in their l-rair had never seen the like. A mlld bszz should have u'arned the "Blue Jeans" company that the "salvmill" r,vas in for a "Raus mit 'em !" or ll,orse, from all hands present. Anyhow, the action of the great third act .n'ent forrvard. In due time the handsome blond youth s.ot into the clutches