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PORTLAND, MULTNOMAH COUNTY; 1874:

Portland’s “Temperance War of ’74”: The backstory

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By Finn J.D. John
February 3, 2019

The temperance movement, when it came to Portland in the early 1870s, really shouldn’t have taken anybody by surprise.

What was surprising, though, was the form it took when it got there. Portland’s temperance drama reached a climax in April 1874 with a genuine knock-down-drag-out riot on the streets of downtown Portland, as angry citizens exchanged punches and clobbered each other with chairs — while, the whole time, serene as if they were singing in a forest glade, a cluster of upper-class ladies in their Sunday best sang hymns and prayed for their souls.

And then, almost as soon as it appeared, the temperance movement was gone again from the public eye, apparently destroyed from within after some of the preachers who fancied themselves its leaders overplayed their hand.

It’s going to take several articles to tell this entire story. And it’s a bit of a slow starter: we don’t get to the really interesting part until next week. But here’s how it came about:

 

Early in the spring of ’74, word started reaching Portland of the great temperance movements in Ohio.

There were, of course, plenty of other temperance movements across the country, and there had been for some time. Mostly, they took relatively mild form, with women spending lots of time praying and singing in churches and exhorting their daughters to choose a “temperance man” for a husband. This last tactic, perhaps inspired by Aristophanes’ play “The Trojan Women,” might have worked a little better had there not been such a strong social stigma against unmarried women at the time; there were nowhere near enough “temperance men” for every girl to marry one. All in all, the movement was easily ignored.

But with its new spirit of assertiveness and evangelism, the Ohio movement was not easily ignored. Participants — most of them women, who were largely excluded from “saloon culture” but not from its effects on their husbands and sons — were no longer contenting themselves with praying in churches and “setting a good personal example in the home.” They had started going out into the community to spread the word, and actually went to saloons to urge temperance upon their owners and customers. And they’d had some success at this — most notably in persuading saloonkeepers to leave the business.

This forbidding portrait of Abigail Scott Duniway was made later in her life, after she had won her forty-year battle to get women the right to vote. In 1874, she was still a young woman, and the editor of the weekly newspaper The New Northwest. (Image: J. Gaston)

In Portland, the mainstream newspapers — there were three of them at the time: the Morning Oregonian, the Portland Bulletin and the Evening Telegram — mentioned these events only briefly and occasionally. Likely they thought nothing of them; in 1874, three decades before Carrie Nation first picked up her hatchet, the concept of aggressive temperance workers was a new one on most folks.

But Abigail Scott Duniway, editor and publisher of The New Northwest, was paying close attention. Readers of her weekly paper, mostly women, were kept very much up to date on the temperance movement.

Duniway was a legend even in her own time, and her profile has grown since. The great passion of her life was a quest for legal equality of the sexes and voting rights for women. She saw temperance as an issue that would have been quickly resolved if 50 percent of the population were not forbidden to vote — in other words, as a symptom of the great social evil that she had devoted her life to overturning. She was the sister of legendary longtime Morning Oregonian editor Harvey Scott — who, due to some political machinations going on at that time involving railroad-and-stagecoach baron Ben Holladay, was then working as editor of the Bulletin.

Plenty of Portland women read The New Northwest. It was a lively read which prominently featured serial fiction stories (many of them written by Duniway herself), local news of interest to women, and tidbits such as recipes and funny anecdotes. Oh, and it had editorials. Duniway’s editorials were every bit as assertive and hard-hitting as those of her male counterparts at the other Portland newspapers. Of course, they were viewed differently; a strong editorial written by a man was “powerful,” whereas the same editorial under a woman’s by-line was “waspish.”

The New Northwest devoted considerable coverage to the temperance movement’s successes back east. And that’s probably the primary reason the whole thing came to Portland in the first place. It’s certainly why the fervor of the movement was so startling and unexpected to Portland men. They were nearly all caught off guard, because they were reading the wrong newspapers.

Nonetheless, those among them who happened to be preachers in temperance churches rose to the occasion with alacrity. Soon their churches were crammed to bursting with women yearning to do something about this terrible social evil.

Enacting outright prohibition was out of the question for the time being, and the ladies knew it well. They had no voting rights with which to support it. A 40-year-old bum who had been neither sober nor fully employed since he was 13 was a voter; a 40-year-old published “authoress” teaching home economics at the state agricultural college was not. The drunks would vote to keep drinking. The ladies would have to take a different route.

They assembled in churches. Stirring sermons were preached. Invitations went out to men all over Portland to come and be inspired, and a pledge of abstinence from alcohol was circulated at each service. Hundreds of people signed.

Yet mere hundreds wouldn’t change the course of history. Plus, those hundreds were most often already teetotalers. Then as now, the pub-crawling set wasn’t seen much in church, or at least not in the kind of cold-water churches that would preach temperance and abstinence.

Inspired once again by The New Northwest’s dispatches of events in Ohio, the ladies of several Portland churches decided they needed to be more assertive. They and their pastors organized themselves into an interdenominational coalition — the Women’s Temperance Prayer League — and made their headquarters at the Methodist Church on Taylor Street. There they decided, as the Portland Bulletin’s reporter put it, to “go forth and beard the lion in his den” — by going out two by two, as Jesus sent forth his disciples, to hold their temperance-church services in the saloons themselves.

 

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This illustration, from Frank Leslie’s publication, shows the Ohio ladies who were the Portland temperance workers’ primary inspiration, singing and praying before a saloon in early 1874. This scene, sketched by S.B. Morton, is in Logan, Ohio. (Image: Library of Congress)

 

A few of the more conservative ladies thought that was too much, and when the decision was made to do this, they dropped out. But there remained a total of 13 game sisters who were ready to go out there and change the world.

And so it was that on March 23, 1874, a team of fired-up ladies streamed out of the church and, in groups of two and three, fanned out across Portland.

 

The ladies’ battle plan was simple. They would present themselves at each saloon and ask the proprietor if they might enter and lead a prayer service. Most of the time, the answer was yes — although that would change later. Then they’d pray, sing a hymn or two, circulate a pledge for the drunks to sign promising to abstain from alcohol, sing and pray some more, and leave.

For a Victorian-era lady, this was nowhere near as easy as it sounds to the modern ear. Laura Francis Kelly, one of the temperance crusaders, wrote a hand-written account of how it went:

“Can you imagine what it would be to go into a saloon to pray? Then you can imagine how we felt. I cannot tell you.

“The saloon keeper received us cordially, ushering us into the card-room. As the song rose from trembling hearts: ‘Holy Spirit, faithful guide, Ever near the Christian’s side,’ etc., the bar-room quickly filled with young men to whom the barkeeper freely dispensed his liquors. As we knelt in prayer, the clink of glasses well nigh drowned the petitions that rose from trembling lips. When the short service was over, the bar keeper invited us very pleasantly to ‘come again.’ Oh! how we hastened back to church and kindred spirits! But the pastor, George W. Izer, met us with, ‘Back so soon? Did you visit only one saloon?’ Then we saw what was before us.”

At the end of the day, they were exhausted and demoralized.

True, the ladies were treated courteously everywhere (with, the Bulletin sniffed, the notable exception of “the proprietress of a low doggery on Second Street” — and one other place, which we’ll talk about next week). But as crusader Kelly mentioned, saloons were noisy places. A pair of frightened ladies standing close together in a corner singing hymns was easily ignored. In the pubs where they were not ignored, they were treated as objects of curiosity, as if a circus act was visiting the saloon. Few if any of the men in the saloon even bothered to listen to their message, and more than one liquored-up wag made fun of them, pretending showily to be convinced and signing a fake name to the temperance pledge.

Back in the church, the ladies prayed for strength and then went home for the night.

 

The next day, things were a little different. That’s because, after debriefing the previous day and discussing strategies, the ladies decided to change their tactics. Today, rather than fanning out across the city two by two, they would go in a group. All 13 of them would pay a call on a single saloon.

The ladies fortified themselves with a lengthy prayer service, then poured forth once again from the church into the mean streets of Stumptown’s saloon district.

Today they descended upon the Mount Hood Saloon, owned by a chap named Thomas Shartle; he graciously let them in and gave them the run of the place.  Shartle did not, however, turn off the taps, and was probably glad he did not. If two Victorian ladies in a saloon was a little like a circus act, thirteen of them was more like the whole circus. People poured into the Mount Hood.

On the surface, it looked like a repeat of the previous day’s disaster, only on a bigger scale. Mr. Shartle did a brisk trade. The ladies got the same faux-hearty “best of luck to you, God bless you, here’s to ya” response from the same saloon bums, and fielded the same fake signatures on the temperance pledge.

But this time, the “clink of glasses” was powerless to drown out their voices as they sang. There were, after all, a baker’s dozen of them. They were too large a presence to ignore.

The ladies moved on, going downmarket a bit and visiting a rum house called the Evening Call. Again, they brought the proprietor plenty of business and left with very few legitimate pledges.

Back at the church, the ladies learned that word had gotten around the saloons that their presence represented a large business boom. One saloon owner actually sent them an invitation to come to his place, which — to his delight — they did the next day.

But the sense of demoralization was now utterly gone. The ladies knew they were onto something. If some people were laughing at them, at least they were now being heard; their seed might be falling on stony ground, but at least it was reaching the ground and not being drowned out by the clink of glassware the instant it was thrown. They started going out every day, each day to a different saloon. And slowly, things started to change.

We’ll talk about that change — and about the one saloon owner whose bellicose resistance to the ladies’ missionary efforts caused riots on the city streets — in next week’s column.

 

(Sources: The Women’s War with Whisky; or, Crusading in Port-land, a book by Frances Fuller Victor, published in 1874 by Himes; “The War on the Webfoot Saloon,” an article by Malcolm Clark Jr. published in the March 1957 issue of Oregon Historical Quarterly; Edward Chambreau: His Autobiography, a Ph.D. dissertation by Timothy Wehrkamp, published in 1976 by the University of Oregon; OHS archives (MSS 1535 and 550); archives of The New Northwest and Portland Daily Bulletin, March–July 1874.)

SUMMARY: Inspired by the successes of temperance activists back east, a group of Portland ladies decided to take their message of abstinance out of the churches and into the streets. They may have been surprised by the reaction they got.

 

 

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