IZAAK WALTON LEAGUE

 

                        Taken from the biography of LOUIE HEBER DUNTEN

 

                        Izaak Walton League of America, Chapter Thirteen 

 

                                                            Pages 43 –

 

Business was not too pressing during those days of 1922 and Attorney Dunten would start the day by perusing the Fort Wayne Journal Gazette.   One morning he noticed an account of the establishment of a new organization known as the Izaak Walton League of America.  The chairman was a fellow barrister by the name of HARRY H. HILGEMANN.  Lou was attracted by the article and immediately called Mr. Hilgemann to ask whether membership in said organization was open to anyone, or was it by invitation only.

 

It was an open organization and Harry urged Lou to come over to the meeting to be held in the assembly room of the Court House.  Here a number of nature-loving people were going to gather.  Mr. CHARLES BIEDERWOLF was chosen as secretary.  Some of the charter members were ROBERT KLAEHN, DR. VICTOR HILGEMAN and BILL WIEGMAN. 

 

The Fort Wayne Chapter was ready to go.  This was the beginning of a lifetime of service.  The men in the Fort Wayne Chapter were men of perception and saw the need of early protection of the natural habitat of the USA.  To be sure these men were the type who were interested in fishing, hunting and the out-of-doors, but more than that, they desired to see no devastation of the lands, the woods, the lakes, the rivers, but to know that America would still have the joys of the open land, the beauty of the countryside, the preservation of the inheritance which they had received.  Lou knew that too many trees had been cut even from the Dunten farm, beautiful walnut trees, oak and hickory had been cut to open a fence row.  Here was an organization dedicated to the preservation of nature, the cessation of spoiling it, the littering of roadsides, fields and lanes and the pouring of waste into the streams and lakes.  This was the Izaak Walton League of America, and while the name tended to make it seem that it was a fisherman’s dream, it really had a far more reaching meaning, as indicated by the pledge:

 

“I believe in the aims and purposes of the Izaak Walton League of America, and pledge my aid and support in the protection and restoration of America’s soil, woods, waters and wildlife;  to help increase opportunities for outdoor recreation and safeguard public health;  to hunt and fish in accordance with the law and to respect the property rights of others;  and the League’s efforts to foster the wise use of all natural resources.”

 

This organization had come into being in Chicago, Illinois.  There a few men listened to WILL DILG exhorting them to “do something” before it is too late.  DR. PRESTON BRADLEY of the People’s Church of Chicago was one of the men to take hold of the establishing of the IZAAK WALTON LEAGUE OF AMERICA.

 

The local men immediately took hold of the project of educating the people, getting them into the membership of the League and spreading the word.  Several members took time and their own money to travel over the State of Indiana, to encourage others in the establishment of new chapters.  It was not all hard work and traveling.  They increased the membership of the League and added many new friends to their own lists,  always adding knowledge of the vicinity, its needs and possibilities. 

 

The second annual convention was to meet in Chicago at the Drake Hotel on January 15, 1924.  MR. HILGEMANN and LOUIE DUNTEN went to Chicago on the Nickle Plate Railroad train.  At the convention, they heard the president, WILL DILG, tell of the progress of the first two years of the League.  He was an inspiring speaker, adding more purpose and enthusiasm to that they already had.  JUDGE KENESAW MOUNTAIN LANDIS made the principal address at the banquet, and the meeting concluded with the group reciting together the closing paragraph of the first edition of “The Compleat Angler” written many, many years ago by Izaak Walton himself:  “Hate contentions and love quietness and virtue and angling”. 

 

The men returned to their local chapter, filled with the thoughts of the convention, and reciting from Izaak himself, the slogan that “that which is everybody’s business is nobody’s business” and determined to make the purpose of the League their business. 

 

Soon the Fort Wayne Chapter numbered 250 citizens, all ardent to watch the regulation of the laws, and that only good laws were enacted.  More traveling followed, more new chapters were formed and more men were converted to the cause of conservation of our natural resources.  All chapters kept in contact with the national office in Chicago and endeavored to help on all national problems as well as those at home.

 

The first big fight on a National basis was to save the starving elk of Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  Bailed hay was purchased.  The Fort Wayne Chapter was able to contribute Seventeen Hundred Dollars toward this project.  Then through the help of MR. LAWRENCE ROCKEFELLER, land was acquired just outside of the entrance boundaries of Yellowstone Park.  This was given to the Federal Government to be used as a feeding ground for the elk. 

 

This was followed almost immediately by a campaign to save Winesek Bottoms in the upper Mississippi River from Rock Island, Illinois, to the source of the river.  Plans had been laid by an industrial company to dredge and destroy this beautiful section of the river valley.  A bill was introduced in Congress to establish the Upper Mississippi Wildlife Preserve.  WILL DILG was indefatigable in lobbying efforts, but the bill met a great deal of opposition from industrial interests.  The bill had passed the House of Representatives, but the time of session of the Senate was almost coming to its close.  Mr. Dilg reported that in order to get the bill passed, it was necessary to get a unanimous consent to bring the bill to a vote.  He had support enough to get the bill passed if it could be brought up in that session.  Mr. Dilg reported to IWLA Headquarters that SENATOR SAMUEL RALSTON of Indiana was opposed to unanimous consent.  He had avowed himself of this when he went to the Senate and he was a man who might not bend.  Dilg conveyed this information to National Headquarters, where a wise and knowledgeable ANNE NEWMAN surveyed the situation and called LOU DUNTEN to report the problem.  He replied that he knew Mr. Samuel Ralston;  he had supported him in his campaign for Governor of Indiana and for the Senate, and that he would what he could.  Lou knew Ralston was one to stick by his principles and that he might not bend.

 

Lou called HARRY HILGEMANN, President of the Fort Wayne Chapter, at once.  Mr. Hilgemann promptly said, “Sam’s going to speak in Indianapolis tonight.  Let’s GO.”

 

The two men had a conversation with Senator Ralston even though he was due back in Washington the next morning.  Late in the afternoon of that day, Will Dilg announced that the upper Mississippi was saved.  Work was at once started to establish the Upper Mississippi Wildlife Preserve and it is still in existence.

 

This project was so dear to Bill Dilg because he had lost a son in the Upper Mississippi some years before.

 

A Brief of Lou Dunten’s IWLA Experience as Told to N.E. Kiwanis – December 1972

 

In order to try to put you in the right frame of mind, I’ll tell you a little story or event that happened to an old friend, AL SMITH.  This happened shortly after he was the Governor of the State of New York and he had other ambitions.

 

He got up in front of a crowd one night to make a speech and he found himself confronted by a heckler.  That is always an interesting situation.  If you get a speaker who can think on his feet and he gets a heckler, you can have some fun.  So finally this heckler persisted and persisted and Al paid no attention to him.  Finally he jumped to his feet and said, “Tell ‘em all you know, Al.”  Al smiled sweetly, looked at him and said, “I shall tell them all we both know.  It won’t take any longer.”

 

It seems everything I pick up these days is environmental or ecology or something else of high sounding name that has to do with America or the world’s environment.  It wasn’t always thus.  At least for my sake I’d like to go back and reminisce about the days when the environmentalist, as we call him now, wasn’t looked at with much favor.  Back in 1922 when industry and individuals and practically everybody was doing the best they could to make a trash heap out of America, a little group of people got together in the City of Chicago – a group of rather insignificant individuals, headed by an advertising man by the name of  WILL H. DILG, who weighed just 14 pounds less than I do and was an inch and a half shorter than I am and he was the greatest bundle of dynamite that I ever saw in my life.  He was the guiding spirit of that little group of men who met in the Blackstone Hotel in Chicago. 

 

A few of the other significant people who were gathered around that table was my dear friend, DR. PRESTON BRADLEY of the People’s Church of Chicago.  Probably better known than any other preacher in America today, he’s still talking about God Almighty’s out-of-doors. 

 

And another gentleman that was slightly well known around that little table was KENESAW MOUNTAIN LANDIS, United States Judge of the District of Chicago.  And those men, together with GEORGE SCOTT and 15 or 20 others, decided that it was time to call a halt to the destruction of America and they organized the Izaak Walton League of America.

 

Now at that time the Audubon Society was a bunch of bird watchers.  And no other organization from coast to coast was doing anything or saying about the devastation of America.

 

Now the greatest devastation that was going on at that time was that they were starting to make running, rotten, open sewers out of the rivers of America and the Izaak Walton League originally based its program on clean waters and the protection of our forests and other wild lands and the growth of fish and game.  They hadn’t met too long when they could see other things that might fit in their picture and I remember sitting in Denver – I can’t tell you how many years ago it was – I know I was the chairman of its National Executive Board at that time, and some gentlemen came in from our Los Angeles Chapter, and they began to paint a picture of what was happening to the atmosphere in California.  As a result of that little presentation we added the preservation of the quality of the air to the aims and ideals of the Izaak Walton League of America.  We were the first organization on this continent to take cognizance of the fact that we were making our air too rotten to live with.

 

To show you how rotten air can get, I picked up a medical journal one light last week.  See, I try to research these speeches!  And I read this medical journal for a few moments and I saw an article from a professor at Johns Hopkin’s Medical School that 90 per cent of the people walking the streets of Tokyo, Japan, had a black spot on their lungs.  We in America may be somewhat responsible for those budding cancers.  They are breathing some of our smog from this country.

 

Now it can all be cleaned up.  A lot of funny things have happened in that period of time from 1922 to the present time.  The Fort Wayne Chapter of this League wasn’t formed until 1923.  I picked up a newspaper one day and there was an article that a group of people, about 8 or 10, had met in the assembly of the old Court House to form a chapter of the Izaak Walton League.  That group of men was headed by the Honorable HARRY G. HILGEMANN.  Others mentioned were DR. HILGEMAN, CHARLIE BIEDEWOLF and BOB KLAEHN.  I looked that over and I read that article and I thought anything headed by that kind of a group of men has got something to it.

 

I got downtown after breakfast and I called Harry Hilgemann and I said, “Harry, is that a rather secret, closed-in little group or can anybody get in?”  And he grabbed me with open arms and I’ve been a member of the Izaak Walton League of America, at least of one chapter, ever since. 

 

I haven’t figured out yet, and I think I never shall, how many various chapters I’ve signed up in all over the State of Indiana and the United States of America.  TOM DUSTIN tells me I belong to three in the Fort Wayne area and I pay dues in that number – there it goes.

 

But Harry Hilgemann started the movement for conservation in Allen County, Indiana.  And if we could have had a man of that capacity and the energy and the enthusiasm of Harry Hilgemann heading an Izaak Walton League Chapter in every county in the United States of America, we’d have this job done.

 

Now the contrast is this.  Within the last four years, the movement that they started in 1922 has become extremely popular.  Even the President of the United States gives it lip service.  And I don’t believe there was a single candidate for Congress in the last election that didn’t make at least one speech on the environment.  And that takes a man on both sides of the political fence and the splinter parties along with them.

 

So the environmental movement has become popular, so popular that in my yesterday’s mail I got some literature from the Planned Parenthood Association.  Now, why they sent anything like that to me, I shall never know!  But, two pages enclosed in that letter and it’s headed, “The Big Clean-up”.  The only thing that was new in it as far as I was concerned was that they announced that there was to be a world meeting in Rotterdam next year on the environment and of course heads of every government will be there beating his Tom-Tom.  It’s good advertising.

 

I’d like to reminisce a moment or two of some of the things that have happened.  I was introduced one night in Minneapolis which the toastmaster discussed, in introducing me, a few of the things that had happened  in the conservation movement in America in some 20 or 25 years in which I had been active at the time.  And he ended up by saying, “All of these he worked in and most of these he was.”  So once in awhile, if you work hard enough in an organization, somebody feeds your ego.  Very nice!

 

But everybody’s in the act now.  It was different in 1922.  I’ll never forget the first national fight the Izaak Walton League had.  It started in the 20’s and they were proposing to put a set of locks and ponds on the Mississippi River and destroy the Winneshek Bottom’s bottom land.   On my book the Winneshek Bottom Lands are the last refuge of the black bass in America and they’re probably among the very, very few resting grounds for migratory foul on their way back south in the fall and back north in the spring.  Little Bill Dilg decided that that was one thing that they weren’t going to do, or if they were going to do it, they were going to do it over his dead body.

 

But of course, it took an act of Congress to establish the Upper Mississippi Game Refuge and to put the Winneshek Bottoms of the Upper Mississippi into it.  So we got a friendly legislator to introduce a bill in Congress.  Now we had competition at that time.  The old American Game Association had tried to get a bill passed in Congress to prohibit the commercial use of black bass for some 22 years.  So we coupled our bill, a bill to make the black bass a sporting fish and not a commercial fish.  We started out to pass this bill.

 

Well, it moved a little bit faster than we thought it would.  It had quite a few pretty influential members of our organization in the central west, particularly in Minnesota, Illinois, Indiana and Iowa and the legislators of those states gathered around to support this bill.  We suddenly found that we had some terrific help from California, Oregon and Washington.  Finally the bill got to this point:  it passed the house and we knew we had strength enough to pass it in the Senate but it was getting down to the end of the session.  It finally got to the point where it took unanimous consent of the senate to the thing voted on.  And Senator Samuel Ralston of Indiana did not believe in unanimous consent.  Bill Gilg was down in Washington working his head off to get that bill passed.  He finally ran up against that barrier and he called little Ann Newman who, for a woman, had more brains locked up in that little body of hers than anybody else I ever saw with a dress on, and he told Ann Newman that somebody had to get to Sam Ralston, United States Senator from Indiana.

 

I was just the secretary of the Fort Wayne Chapter so I got the telephone call.  The senate was going to adjourn in two days.  They had to have unanimous consent and Sam Ralston didn’t believe in it.  So I got Harry Hilgeman on the telephone.  And he said, “Well, Sam’s going to be in Indianapolis tonight.  I’ll pick you up in 10 minutes.”  So that was Harry’s and my first entry into national politics as far as the Izaak Walton League was concerned.  We had an interview with Sam Ralston, he flew back to Washington that night and the next morning at 10:00 o’clock the senate gave unanimous consent and at 10:15 our bill became law, subject of course to the signing by the President of the United States which he did in a couple of days.

 

So those things can be done.  Little Ann Newman knew how.  If  it was the United States Senator from Indiana and he was a Democrat, who do you call?  You call a Democrat.

 

A couple of years later I received a call of that kind and it was a Republican that we had to do something about and I looked over the list of the Fort Wayne Chapter and picked out the most prominent Republican we had and called on him.  When he paid his dues the year before he said, “Oh, I don’t do anything for the League.  No use of me paying dues.  I don’t do you any good.  I don’t have time to go to your meetings.”  I called him up.  I said, “MR. FOELLINGER, there’s something you can do now.  We want to pass this bill down in Indianapolis and some of your boys are dragging their heels.”  “What’s the bill?”  I told him.  “That sounds fine.  I’ll go to Indianapolis today.”  The bill passed.  That’s the way those things are done.

 

Sometimes you can have a lot of fun quarrelin’.  In the first Roosevelt cabinet – Franklin D., I’m taling about, not the earlier one – a man by the name of Ickes was the Secretary of the Interior.  Mr. Ickes was formerly the Secretary of the Winnetka Chapter of the Izaak Walton League.  We knew the gentleman.  We knew him very, very well.  And we had some very delightful relationships with Harold from time to time.  We helped him get some things done and he got done a lot of things we wanted.

 

One of the earlier conservationists in America was a very fine Republican from Pennsylvania by the name of Gifford Pinchot.  Pinchot wrote an article for our magazine, Outdoor America.  And Mr. Ickes hackles rose immediately.  I can’t remember what that article was except that Pinchot ended it by saying, “It can happen here.”

 

Well, anything that’s destructive to God Almighty’s out-of-doors can happen here!  But Harold didn’t like it so he started raising hell with our Executive Secretary and everybody else and I was on the executive board at that time.  I can’t remember whether I was its chairman or not.  I was chairman of that board for some 15 or 18 years.  But I finally got on Ickes’s  mailing list.  I think that was about the second round.  And I got that letter sitting in my office.  I read it, called my secretary, and addressed a letter to the Secretary of the Interior, the Honroable Harold Ickes:

 

            Dear Harold:

 

            I can’t for the life of me, figure out how a man who gets to the point where

            he is on the Cabinet of the greatest ruler in the world has time to pick a

            pickayunish quarrel with Gifford Pinchot and the Izaak Walton League. 

            Now you’ve demanded the mailing list and the answer is “no”.  Emphatically

            No!  But you’re still a member.  Come to the convention.  We’ll give you

            plenty of time. 

 

Well, I got no reply to my letter.  Some of the rest of the boys were getting replies.  But I stopped him.  He didn’t reply and tell me how he had time to take off from his so-called arduous duties to quarrel with Pinchot and the League.  But he did accept the invitation.  He came to the next convention.

 

Well, of course, we knew he was coming ‘cause he’s accepted my invitation so we had to make room for him and I said to KEN REID, who was the paid executive at that time, “Ken, you know this man COLLINGWOOD of the American Forestry Association.  Get him and spot him in the middle of the hall when Ickes is talking

and we can ask some questions.”

 

Well, I happened to be chairman of the meeting.  Ickes was ‘gonna talk at so I introduced the Secretary and I said in introducing him that undoubtedly the Secretary will lend himself to questions, “Won’t you, Mr. Secretary?  And now I give you Mr. Ickes, one of our own, and the Secretary of the Interior for the United States of America.”  And of course, Mr. Ickes had to say he’s respond to questions.  Put him behind the eight ball and Collingwood was in the audience and we had fun.

 

But it didn’t take Mr. Ickes – he was a lot smarter than some of us thought he was – didn’t take him very long to figure out who that fellow was that was applying the needle down there.  He pointed him out and said, “Oh, you’re that fellow from the American Forestry Association.”

 

But those were some of the funny things that happened.

 

We never had any particular trouble with any President of the United States except one.  We just couldn’t get an appointment with Eisenhower to save our souls and one of the biggest steals of the out-of-doors was going on right under our nose and we couldn’t get to the President.

 

We had a paid employee by the name of JOE PENFOLD who’s very, very, very knowledgeable on conservation.  We decided that we would get to the president even if Penfold had to commit assault and battery.  We found out that he was going to get off a plane in Grand Junction, Colorado, at a certain time.  And we sent Joe Penfold out there and said, “Now, you get this information to the President if you have to shoot somebody.  We’ll back you all to the limit but you get to the President.”  Well, Joe got to him.  He got to him on the runway to the plane the President was getting off of.  He had to knock three or four people down and he had some mighty good sized members of the Denver, Colorado Chapter with him who helped him knock “em down and he finally got to whisper just a little bit into Eisenhower’s ear.  And Eisenhower threw up both hands and said, “Why didn’t somebody tell me about this?  Why didn’t somebody tell me about this?”

 

Well, Joe wasn’t bashful.  He told him the truth.  He said, “We couldn’t get to you.  We couldn’t get past Sherman Adams.  We couldn’t get to you.”

 

“Well, what do you want?”

 

“We want a new Secretary of the Interior.”

 

Two days later a man by the name of Seaton, former Government (Governor?) of the State of Nebraska, was the Secretary of the Interior and we could get to him. 

 

But the big steal had taken place.  He had given mining claims to the Schenleys of Pennsylvania in the Olympia National Forest.  Now under the law you couldn’t give a mining claim unless you had a report from a mineralogist that the discovery of minerals was probable.  Now there had been quite a number of applications for mining claims in the Olympia National Forest during other administrations and I think every mining engineer in the west, probably, had been called upon to give one of those probable  reports and they, all of ‘em, in previous years in the west, had said, “No.”

 

So Eisenhower sent for a mining engineer down in Alabama and he wrote a report that there was a probability that there were minerals there.  So Eisenhower signed the papers to give the Schenley outfit the mining claims.  What’s happened?  There’s never yet been a spade stuck in the ground.  And they took millions of dollars out of that timber.  Why didn’t somebody tell him? 

 

One other conference that we had with a President of the United States and then I’m through.  I don’t know when it was.  I don’t know whether it was in the first term or the second term, but I think it was before the beginning of World War II in the Rossevelt Administration when Ickes got a little bit ambitious and decided that he wanted the Bureau of Forestry over in the Department of Interior.  Agriculture wasn’t very active in developing the forests of the United States, at least they hadn’t done anything to look too bad.  But most of the swindling in America had been done in the Department of the Interior.  And we didn’t think Ickes  would be Secretary of the Interior forever.  And his successor might not be to scrupulous as he was.  So we were fighting the transfer.  Roosevelt was somewhat on the fence.  So we decided that we’d better see the President.  We got a little group together.  I think there were three of us and we went to Washington.  What they were trying to do was to take this out of Henry Wallace’s department so we went to see Henry Wallace or rather we went to the hotel and called him and he came to see us. 

 

We talked a little bit and finally we concluded that we absolutely had to see the President.  At that time I was chairman of the League’s Executive Board.  I said, “Mr. Secretary, can you get us an appointment with the President for tomorrow morning?”  He said, “I don’t know.”  I said, “All right, then don’t try it.  You fellows stay here.  I’ll be back.”

 

I went over to see Jim Farley who was Postmaster General but he was a politician and I’d met him before.  I told him what I wanted.  He got on the telephone and in about three minutes, he turned to me and said, “Your appointment is at 10:00 o’clock tomorrow.”  He said, “Have you ever met him?”  “Nope.” 

 

“I’ll tell you something.  He gets the greatest kick in the world just leaning back in his chair with that long cigarette holder and just leading you on and you got a 15-minute appointment.  He leads you on and at the end of 15 minutes, you haven’t done the thing you went there to do.  You’ve got to interrupt him.  It may seem that you’ve got to be discourteous but he loves it.  He loves it.”

 

So we got in to see the President with the secretary and our executive director, MR. KEN REID, presented briefly what we were talking about and he turned to Secretary Wallace and he said, “Why don’t you speak for yourself, Henry?”  I jumped to my feet and I said, “I’ll answer that question, Mr. President.  He doesn’t have guts enough.  We don’t think Ickes is always ‘gonna be Secretary of the Interior.  We’ll get another fellow like we’ve had in the past and we’ll have a thieving of the Federal forests and we don’t want it.”  Well, they didn’t get it.

 

I have one more Roosevelt story.  Ken Reid and I – Ken was a payrollee and I was a volunteer spending my own money – rolled into St. Louis one night about 6:30.  We were met at the hotel by some of our St. Louis members and we were told that a certain bill had passed the senate that afternoon and was on the President’s desk.  As far as we were concerned, that bill was poison.  I’ve forgotten what it was now but we sat down to write the President a telegram and we said to the President, “To sign this bill would be to commit a crime against all future generations of Americans.”  And we signed it;  Ken Reid, Executive Director of the Izaak Walton League, Dunten, Chairman of the Executive Board.  We sent it out. 

 

Well, of course, Ken being a paid employee, sent a copy to National Headquarters.  I no more than got home until there was a telegram on my desk from the National President that there would be a meeting of the Executive Board in a couple of days.  When I walked into National Headquarters that morning for that meeting, the girls had fright written all over them and I said, “What’s the matter?”  They said, “You’ll find out awful quick.”

 

The National President was MR. OTTO DOERING who was a big businessman in Chicago and a terrific individual.  Now he wasn’t chairman of the Executive Board.  He was National President.  So we got that meeting called and Mr. Doering took over immediately and he pointed to Mr. Reid and myself and said, “You can’t tell the President of the United States that he’s about to commit a crime.”  I thought, “Well, I’ll stop this stuff right now.”  So I said, “Mr. Doering, Mr. Reid and I did tell the President just exactly that and he didn’t do it!”    IT’S BEEN A GREAT LIFE!

 

                        The Western Trip, IWLA, Chapter Fourteen

 

Yes, we would take a trip to Western USA.  As National President of the Izaak Walton League of America, Lou would endeavor to encourage chapters in both the east and west of our nation, urging all to work on the problems of pollution, the destruction of Natural Beauty, the littering of roadsides and many problems of the various committees.

 

The League was not in the money at the time and the national officers were paying their own expenses.  GEORGE MAYWALD offered to go along on the trip, using his nice new Cadillac car, and the wives were invited to accompany the men.  George was a very active member of the Indiana State IWLA, as well as serving on the Executive Board at the time.  Lou appreciated his offer to do the driving, and we drove to their home at Hobart, Indiana, then transferring to their car.

 

JOSEPH PENFOLD was, at that time, located in Denver, Colorado, and had hoped Lou would come out to Colorado to see what the State of Colorado was trying to do to increase their water supply.  Yes, Colorado would like to have more water in order to irrigate their dam at Echo Park to hold the water of the Green and Yampa Rivers for the benefit of the citizens of the State of Colorado.  The people behind this project seemingly had no conception of beauty, natural beauty of those canyons.  The dam would destroy the gorgeous canyons from Harper’s Corner, north through Ladore, Red Canyon, Ashley Falls, Kingfisher Canyon and Horseshow Canyon up into the State of Wyoming.  Those carved walls of shale, limestone and sandstone, layers of porous, honey-combed rock.  The colors of these walls changed with the various times of day, the sun using its gleam to beautify everything.  Cedar trees had been able to root in some of the cracks in the walls, and many birds enjoyed living there, flying out to catch the insects, building their nests of wild flowers.  How could anyone conceive that a dam covering all of this beauty, could do so much good for people, when at the same time it could destroy so much. 

 

The plans were completed and we were on our way.  Joseph Penfold met us at Vernal, Utah, and laid out the plans.  He felt that the only way the men could understand damage the building of the dam would create was for them to come with him on a trip down the Yampa River to see just where the dam would be built and what destruction to the valley of the Yampa would occur.  Plans were to be made with the Hatch Boatmen.  A young man would handle the boat.  Joseph, Louie, George Maywald and I would go.  Mrs. Maywald preferred to stay at Vernal. 

 

While we were waiting for the opportunity to make our arrangements at Hatch’s place, we enjoyed watching a group making their arrangements.  Their group was headed by Charles Eggert of Barrytown, New York.  It was a start down the Yampa ahead of us and then they would go on down the Green and Colorado Rivers, through the Grand Canyon.  CID RICKETS SUMNER was there, the only woman to risk going with a man’s group.  Later she wrote an account of this trip.  The book is called Traveler in the Wilderness, and is well worth anyone’s time for reading.

 

Our trip was a great success in showing us why the Yampa Valley should not go under water and as we came out at Echo Park, Lou was determined to have the Izaak Walton League do everything within their power to stop the project.  I was done. 

 

The Quetico Superior National Forest lying between the borders of Minnesota and Canada have always been favorite canoe and camping grounds for those nature lovers who like to get away from the crowded places.  SIGURD OLSON of Ely, Minnesota, always a lover of the canoe and a guide for many fishermen on the waters of the Quetico became President of the Wilderness Society, and an active director of the Izaak Walton League of America.  When airplanes began landing on the waters of the Quetico, Sigurd Olson got President Franklin Roosevelt to issue a declariation to stop such inroads by hurried transportation.

 

When FDR passed away, these air-minded people felt that the declaration against their landing had become void.  Again, the National Office of the IWLA called Lou Dunten, asking if he could see President Harry S. Truman.  The trip to Washington was made, the entrance to the Oval Office accomplished.  As soon as Harry Truman heard the story, he said “Can we get a copy of that Presidential Order?”

 

Lou was ready, “Yes sir, I have had a copy sent to your Secretary and it was to be there at 10:00 o’clock this A.M.  It was ten after ten, and the Secretary was able to bring it in.  A copy was made, Truman signed it, and the Quetico was again a quiet place.