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River Town Life
Circumstances of Interview
Federal Writers' Project
Works Progress Administration
OREGON FOLKLORE STUDIES
Name of worker : Manly M. Banister Date Mar 28, 1939
Address : 2071 S. W. Park Ave., Portland, Oregon
Subject: River town Life
Name and address of informant: Mr. Joseph Brough
Date and time of interview: Treves Hotel, 11th and Stark Streets, Portland
Place of interview: March 28, A.M.
Name and address of person, if any, who put you in touch with informant : Treves Hotel
Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you : Mrs. Belle Veatch, Rainier, Oregon
Description of room, house, surroundings, etc. : The hotel in which Mr. Brough lives is situated about two blocks from the Elks Building on Eleventh Street. The informant occupies a single room, very clean and neat and hung with nifty pictures, illustrating from left to right, the acme of nudity in white skin. The place in representation of a Chinese Paradise, with a very choice specimen of Indian extraction, clothed with a feather in her hair. Very soothing.
Personal History of Informant
Information obtained should supply the following facts:
1. Ancestry : French-Canadian
2. Place and date of birth : Born in Michigan, Sept 12, 1879.
3. Family : None
4. Places lived in, with dates : Came West in '89, lived in Rainier subsequently, and all up and down the Columbia region of Oregon and Washington.
5. Education, with dates : Education: I year of schooling at Castle Rock, and 2 years following in Rainier. Went to work at age of 12.
6. Occupations and accomplishments with dates : Was a logger, greased skids to begin. First kid that ever sold newspapers in Castle Rock. Carried shoeshine kit until 25. Worked for S. P. [?] S. Railroad. Now conductor on freight trains for same line.
7. Special skills and interests :
8. Community and religious activities :
9. Description of informant : Mr. Brough is a very large man with a bluff demeanor but of jolly disposition. He looks French-Canadian, as he is.
10. Other points gained in interview :
There were only two of us (dance callers) on the river in the nineties who could call the "lancers" or changes. I did quite a bit of it--just about every Saturday night. Where were a number of different calls and I will have to do a lot of tall remembering. I used to call for what we called the "whorehouse dance" in those days. It was a waltz--something like the shimmy nowadays.
[When?] I was twelve years old I went to work in a logging camp greasing skids behind a bull team. I remember the fellows used to send me for foolish things if they could, but sometimes I was wise. Like when they sent me into town for a meat-augur. That was at about two o'clock in the afternoon, so I just took the rest of the day off and let them think I was hunting. But I bit all right when I was sent after a "cross-haul"--that's where two skidroads come together and cross each other.
Then I went to work in a sawmill and sawed ties for the A C road, from Goble to Astoria. I also worked an the grade driving mules for that outfit...and lice! I certainly got lousy in one of those road camps.
But about those dance calls, there was one call went like this:
First couple lead
You say that to the first couple while they go through the motions, then lead on to the next couple until all four couples had got through. Then there was another quadrille change that went like this:
Honors to the
This one was sung while the first was shouted or chanted. Every other dance was a quadrille in those days. The only dances we had were the quadrille, round dance, Schottische, and polka.
In '98 it was the vogue to wear high collars of linen or celluloid. They say the Weeses came out here with only a celluloid collar among them, but they are certainly well fixed now, from money they made in the logging business.
For music at the dances, there was generally a couple of violins. Sometimes there was an organ, if anybody in the neighborhood owned one and they could borrow it. They played the ordinary popular music of those days.
I remember once another lad and myself went down to a hopyard dance at Olequa where a bunch of Indians had got together. Well, they asked us to call for them, but I wouldn't do it. This friend of mine stepped up and said, "All right, I'll call you a dance," and he started out:
"Your bucks in the
The remainder of the rhyme is unprintable but was in terms clearly understood by the Indians. Boy, we lit out of there right now, with that whole band of Indians after us. They were plenty mad.
I used to fish down the river near Pillar Rock, Washington, and I remember once they had an Indian funeral. In all that district they could only find one white man who could read enough to read something out of the Bible, and it wasn't me. I didn't learn anything until I taught it to myself after I was twenty-one.
They had lots of camp meetings those days, too. After the preaching, there would be a dance, and this usually broke up in picked fights--no gang stuff, it was man to man. It was what passed for fun at that time.
Extra Comment : Mr. Brough is quite willing to help, but somehow he says he can't seem to get his remembering to work, because it was all a long time ago. However, he says if he remembers anything he may think worth while, he will jot it down and bring it into the office.
He gave me the following name of a retired Switchman of the SPS for possible railroad material:
Dan C. Cummings