The matter of concessions on Mount Rushmore bothered Gutzon considerably

more than most people interested in the project realized. Continuous

importunities for jobs and for permission to sell souvenirs and

postcards and photographs near the work were petty annoyances with which

he found it hard to cope. He knew that some such items had to be

provided as part of bringing knowledge of his work to the attention of

faraway people, but he would not tolerate cheap workmanship or poor

taste in anything sold near the carvings. He got along for a while by

keeping this trade under supervision in the Rushmore studio, but the

relief was only temporary. A resurgence of what he called “local petty

politics” presently involved him so that he called on the Department of

the Interior to send someone to protect him.

The Department of the Interior complied and Gutzon learned that nothing

is so bad that government intervention can’t make it worse. The

unimaginative, bureaucratic routines taught to Washington office workers

were wholly out of place in a work so constantly changing and so free

from fixed rules. The protector sent by the department turned out to be

an earnest young man who started out to confuse the South Dakota

politicians and did well at it. But he wished to do greater things. He

became aloof and secretive.

After some weeks he was discovered to be corresponding with an

engineering company in Switzerland known chiefly for its construction of

cog-wheel railroads. He thought the company might be interested in

building such a funicular line up and around the face of Rushmore so

that visitors might walk under Washington’s nose or sit in Lincoln’s

eye. Gutzon’s indignation set the young man right and was long

remembered.

The Park Service of the Department of the Interior had formulas for all

of its functions. Its personnel with whom Borglum came into contact

believed that the heads should be carved in orderly fashion. First, the

figure of Washington should be completely finished; then the workers

should move on to Jefferson, and so on. This, they pointed out, would

give people something to look at.

Once more the sculptor who had asked only that he be protected from the

harangues of would-be postcard peddlers made a protest against the

continuous suggestions of ignoramuses. Harold Ickes, head of the

department, understood Borglum’s position clearly and told him in

forceful language to ignore such suggestions. But the subordinates never

seemed to comprehend. One of Ickes’ engineers went so far as to offer to

relieve Borglum of all worry. “Why don’t you finish your models and give

them to us to reproduce on the mountain?” he inquired. “We have plenty

of men who can do that sort of work--and quickly, too.”

“Somebody has to put the life and expression into carved faces,” Gutzon

began to explain as he had been explaining since his first days on

Stone Mountain. “That’s why more good mechanics don’t turn out to be

good sculptors.”

There was also the question of “hiring and firing” workmen. The

bureaucrats could not understand that the sculptor had to discharge

anyone who refused to obey orders, or that he might suddenly need a

certain type of workman for a particular job and then need him no

longer. It was such a complicated procedure to get a worker placed on

the government payroll that it was no wonder they didn’t want to

discharge him again in a few days. There are many letters to show that

the sculptor’s relationship with the various heads of the Park Service

was most friendly. Difficulty was due to a misunderstanding of what an

art production of this unprecedented character required.

Even the Rushmore Commission suggested impractical sculptural plans and

picked out certain parts of the work it would “like to see finished.”

And while Gutzon was pushing the work, begging more funds to get more

power, more workmen, skilled carvers, so that the work might be finished

in his lifetime, it was irritating to be told that certain commissioners

and local interests would like to keep the project going as long as

possible because more tourists would come if they could see the sculptor

at work.

After 1932 the work dragged on with frequent interruptions and without

sufficient funds. Workmen were complaining of the daily climb to their

stations--1,500 feet with a rise of 500 feet, which the sculptor himself

made several times a day--resulting in a working time loss of from an

hour to an hour and a half every day for every man on the job. To date,

approximately seventy per cent of the roughing out of the entire surface

to be carved had been completed and thirty-five per cent of the

finishing, within a total working time of twenty-two months and an

average of four to six drillers at work.

The personnel of the Commission was so changed by illness, death and

lack of interest that it became increasingly hard to get a quorum at the

semiannual meetings. Mr. Cullinan had resigned as president to be

succeeded by Fred Sargent of the Chicago and North Western Railway. Only

Gutzon could not resign. As he remarked, the rock of Rushmore was

riveted to his neck.

A new phase of the work began in 1934 when the federal government

assumed the burden of financing the memorial. Frequent stoppages,

constant lack of sufficient power and skilled workmen, plus the

unpredictable condition of the stone, had greatly increased working

costs. Congress first voted to remove the fifty-fifty matching

restriction attached to the first appropriation, making it immediately

available, and next passed a second appropriation of $200,000. There

were those near Mount Rushmore who said it was about time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

_--AND FINAL PEACE_

So then there was no trouble at all save bureaucratic misunderstandings

and the vagaries of Rushmore rock. Accurate estimates of the time

required to finish the work were impossible because of the constant

shifting and reconstruction of design. The stone on Mount Rushmore,

although the best in the Black Hills, offered interesting surprises.

Some new reddish substance appeared on Lincoln’s cheek. Silver and tin

crystals were found at the end of his nose. The feldspar crystals on

Rushmore are unusually large and add to the difficulties. This was

especially true on the lapels of Washington’s coat where no powder could

be used. Finally Jefferson’s head had to be slightly turned so that the

poor stone came in the hollow between his cheek and nose and could thus

be removed entirely.

An unfailing support to the sculptor through these difficulties was

President Franklin D. Roosevelt, who wrote a dozen or more sympathetic

letters. One of them he closed by saying, “I am very much interested in

the work you are doing, and will be glad to remove any drawbacks that

may handicap you.... With best wishes always....”

So it is not surprising that he was present at Rushmore on August 30,

1936, for the unveiling of the head of Thomas Jefferson. He had been

touring the West to see for himself the results of desperate drought and

had been routed to reach Rapid City on time.

At the President’s request the exercises were informal. Flags of Bourbon

France and Hapsburg Spain, fluttering from the top of the mountain, were

lowered as the huge American flag was swung back to reveal the face of

Jefferson. In a few words Gutzon asked the President to dedicate this

memorial as a shrine which for years to come would bring people of all

the earth to see what manner of men struggled here to establish

self-determining government in the Western world. Mr. Roosevelt

responded:

On many occasions when a new project is presented to you on paper

and then later you see the accomplishment, you are disappointed.

But it is just the opposite of that in what we are looking at now.

I had seen photographs. I had seen the drawings. I had talked with

those who were responsible for this great work. And yet I had no

conception until about ten minutes ago, not only of its magnitude

but of its permanent beauty and of its permanent importance.

Mr. Borglum has well said that this can be a monument and an

inspiration for the continuance of the democratic-republican form

of government, not only in our beloved country but, we hope,

throughout the world.

This is the second dedication. There will be others by other

Presidents in other years. When we get through there will be

something for the American people that will last through not just

generations but for thousands of thousands of years. And I think

that we can perhaps meditate a little on those Americans ten

thousand years from now when the weathering on the faces of

Washington and Jefferson and Lincoln shall have proceeded to

perhaps a depth of a tenth of an inch, meditate and wonder what our

descendants--and I think they will still be here--will think about

us. Let us hope that at least they will give us the benefit of the

doubt, that they will believe we have honestly striven every day

and generation to preserve for our descendants a decent land to

live in and a decent form of government to operate under.

Doane Robinson, Senator Norbeck and William Williamson occupied seats in

the front row of the platform, with John Boland immediately behind. The

President remained in his automobile throughout the ceremony, with his

party, including Governor Berry of South Dakota, around him. It was

Senator Norbeck’s last public appearance. At the end he smiled and

handed to Gutzon a note of a few lines reminding him touchingly of the

satisfaction he must feel to see this accomplishment.

At this time, the summer of 1936, the work on the Lincoln face had

advanced enough to show his eyes and part of his nose. It was pushed on

so that on September 17, 1937, the 150th anniversary of the adoption of

the Constitution, this head also was ready for unveiling.

For years Gutzon had been undecided whether to carve Lincoln with or

without a beard. He had tried it both ways in other carvings with almost

equal effect. But he had a feeling that a beard added strength to the

face and that the world was more familiar with a bearded Lincoln. That

was the face he finally decided to carve. He sent a small model of it to

Franklin Roosevelt, carrying out his promise that Roosevelt would be the

first to know.

The Lincoln head was dedicated on schedule and for the first time a

Rushmore program was carried by radio broadcast to the entire country.

Former Congressman Williamson, a member of the Rushmore Commission,

presided. United States Senator Edward R. Burke was chief speaker. There

was an impressive moment when the sculptor called the roll of “all those

friends of Rushmore whose understanding sympathy and instant aid made

this great memorial possible, and who are now with the gods--Calvin

Coolidge, Peter Norbeck, James Cullinan.” Then taps sounded from the

distant heights. The trooper who blew the call was suspended from the

side of Washington’s head, a quarter of a mile away.

During the rest of 1937 much work was done on the Roosevelt head. Gutzon

wanted it in condition to photograph for the appropriations committee.

He himself had to spend much time in Washington worrying about the

financing. He also made a brief trip to France to look after the

erection of his statue of Tom Paine, modeled in the Hermosa studio.

As a model for Roosevelt he used a bust of the President that he had

made during his lifetime. There was trouble finding stone enough for the

head. He had to go back 120 feet in the rock before the model could be

fitted. This was trying work.

All in all, 1937 was a typical Borglum year. His contract with the

Commission was due for revision. The matter dragged along for months

before an agreement could be reached. The sculptor got no pay for all

that year, and he had to pay his lawyers a quarter of what he would have

received to get any contract at all. The new contract was, in the main,

satisfactory. It provided that the sculptor working with the Commission

should prosecute work on the memorial to a successful conclusion. Gutzon

felt that nothing but his death could stop it now.

In 1938 there was a tremendous rush of tourists who could hardly be

accommodated. Congress appropriated $300,000 for the comfort of visitors

and the finishing of the carvings. In the same year the Rushmore

Commission was reorganized. Senator Key Pittman, long a friend of

Rushmore, became chairman, succeeding Fred Sargent, who had died. Kent

Keller, chairman of the House Library Committee, became vice-chairman.

An executive office was established at Rushmore for the handling of

accounts and materials.

The new commission met at Rushmore in August 1938, and the sculptor made

a report. He wasn’t worried about the statues any more, now that he’d

hit enough rock to take Roosevelt’s face. But his plans for the future

included a lot of other things, including a big storehouse, more

electric power, an adequate water supply to replace the trucking of

water four or five miles in cans. He said it was time to begin work on

the Hall and Stairway under the figures as specified in the original

contract. And he got everything but the Hall and Stairway.

The President’s reorganization bill of 1939, which conferred additional

control over Rushmore to the Department of the Interior, caused havoc.

Work on the Hall was immediately discontinued over Gutzon’s protest.

Construction of the storehouse was stopped. Lumber and materials were

left strewn about to be ruined by the weather. He complained to the

President and got a compromise order. The Commission was authorized to

control carving and finish the storehouse. But the Commission still

refused to permit Gutzon to dig his Hall.

It would have been an amazing thing, this Hall, and one day possibly

will be. It was to be a room cut out of the solid rock 100 × 80 × 32

feet to an arched ceiling, finished in dressed granite. Here Borglum had

planned to store the records of electricity beginning with

Franklin--light, heat, music, radio, telephone, telegraph and controls

of power as they were used in the spread of the republic. Man’s

accomplishments were to be preserved here, sealed in airtight glass

cases. If such an exhibition could be provided, he declared, the world a

thousand years from now would have something interesting and educational

to look at.

In 1939 South Dakota celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of its

statehood, and a meeting of the people was held at Rushmore. Governor

Harlan J. Bushfield, later U. S. Senator, said, “At this time, when

freedom and democracy have been challenged in so many parts of the

world, no better place for this ceremony could possibly be selected than

the Black Hills and particularly this Shrine of Democracy.”

The Sioux Indians were there under Chief Henry Standing Bear, camped in

wigwams around the base of Rushmore cliff. Some 15,000 people had come

from all parts of South Dakota and neighboring states. Doane Robinson

appeared in the same suit of clothes and the same hat he had worn on

statehood day fifty years before. It seemed to be a fitting

contribution to Rushmore’s most enthusiastic celebration.

Across the country in Washington, Congressman Francis Case, now Senator,

of South Dakota, whose home at Custer was virtually in the shadow of the

memorial, was carrying on the old fight for funds. To a Congressional

committee he said:

The best answer to every question about Rushmore is to see it.... I

have seen it grow from a dream to a reality.... The soundness of

Doane Robinson’s idea, the dogged persistence of the late Senator

Peter Norbeck, and the ability of Gutzon Borglum to inspire people

with the works of his hands and with his vigorous exposition of

American ideals, have kept the project going on....

And Mr. Case read into the record a letter from John Boland which said

in part:

Mr. Borglum is an artist. I am a businessman. Therefore it is only

natural that we should at times disagree regarding the business

functions of the commission. Such differences, however, have never

been serious and an amicable understanding has always been reached.

My only desire is to have the Mount Rushmore memorial completed in

the best possible manner and to have Mr. Borglum carry on his great

work with the assistance of his son, Lincoln, the continued

co-operation of the commission and the efficient supervision of the

National Park Service.

So presently all human troubles had been wafted away from Rushmore, and

briefly the atmosphere was filled with the sweetness and light that

Gutzon had foreseen. As the park was landscaped and the carving of the

mountain went on with effortless speed, nobody could remember the charge

that Gutzon Borglum had an ungovernable temper. He was a keen observer,

but he was temperate and he was polite.

One remembers the day when Walter Travis of the Rapid City _Journal_

paid one of his routine calls at Rushmore. Gutzon beamed on him. Travis

knew that Gutzon had recently been in a long and futile argument with

Rapid City’s administration on the desirability of straightening and

decorating Rapid River. But he smiled, too. It was none of his business.

Gutzon pushed out his hand for a hearty greeting. “Welcome, Speedy,” he

said. “And how is everything in your backward and objectionable little

village?”

“Only a Borglum could say,” answered Travis, “because Borglums never

forget.”

People whose contacts with Borglum spread over a long time know that in

his own opinion he was indubitably _right_. But looking back over the

years they realize that most of the time he really was right, and for

the rest of the time, however reluctantly, he would listen to reason. He

wanted to get things done and he had a great impatience with people who

stopped him. But no one of his friends who knew his generosity and

gentleness ever hinted that his most vocal indignation could be classed

as ungovernable temper. Temper, possibly ... but not ungovernable.

He was one of this generation’s most accomplished showmen. He took the

jibes of the newspapermen with good grace. And he gave them back the

same way. You may remember the matter of Washington’s nose. Some

reporter, trying to spur him into a grand speech, asked him if he would

call the figures on Rushmore as _perfect_ as they might be. The great

sculptor shook his head. “Not today,” he said. “The nose of Washington

is an inch too long. It’s better that way, though. We are slowly

approaching perfection. It will erode enough to be exactly right in

10,000 years.”

Borglum, possibly, was not the man that a dullard could understand. It

is not enough to say that he was a great sculptor--perhaps the greatest

of his generation. He had to be many more things to get the Mount

Rushmore memorial finished. Looking back over his story one is

definitely confused. Should he be given world honors for his art, or

for his remarkable aptitude for getting money out of smooth and

experienced politicians, or for his incredible knowledge about the

weakness of stone, or for his skill as a dynamiter, or for his

absolutely unbreakable will? You may take your choice and be partly

right. If he had lacked any of these attributes, Rushmore would still be

back in a wilderness with dead trees piling up about its base.

* * * * *

Borglum died suddenly on March 6, 1941, in Chicago. He had spoken a few

nights before for Dr. Harry Kelly, a friend of many years’ standing, in

Park Ridge. He was in severe pain, yet he stood for more than an hour to

deliver an impassioned plea for faith in America and the principles of

personal liberty on which the government was founded. He was plainly ill

at the close. He was taken to a hospital the next day and eventually

failed to survive a coronary thrombosis. The years on Rushmore had done

his heart no good.

Despite the fact that he was supposed to have been making his fortune in

the Black Hills, he died thousands of dollars in debt. It was years

before the hospital and doctor bills could be paid. Lincoln Borglum knew

what details were still lacking on the almost finished figures on

Rushmore. The Commission, with the concurrence of the Park Service,

designated him to finish the work. Lincoln refused to make any changes

or to carry the work any farther than indicated by his father’s models.

Congress passed a resolution for Gutzon Borglum’s interment in a tomb to

be carved in the rock at Mount Rushmore. But Gutzon, some time before

his death, had extracted a promise from Lincoln that he should be buried

among the flowers in California. His friends, led by Commander E. F.

McDonald, Jr., decided with the family that his wishes should be carried

out.

So he was buried in a memorial court of honor with the inscription

composed by his lifelong friend Rupert Hughes close by him:

His birthplace was Idaho; California first taught him art,

Then France who gave him fame;

England welcomed him: America called him home.

His genius for the exquisite as for the colossal

Gave permanence on canvas, in bronze,

In marble, to moods of beauty or passion,

To figures of legend and history.

Nations, cities, colleges paid him tribute.

As patriot he stripped corruption bare. As

Statesman he toiled for equality in the

Rights of man. At last he carved a

Mountain for a monument: He made the mountain

Chant, “Remember! These giant

Souls set America free and kept her free.

Hold fast your sacred heritage, Americans!

Remember! Remember!”

So, for a time, there is a pause in the story of Gutzon Borglum. You may

still rouse an argument about the art of mountain carving. Some relicts

of the Stone Mountain Association are still convinced that he was

angry-tempered and erratic and that nobody could get along with him.

What they do not see is that all such things make no difference. The

Four Faces of Rushmore stand looking into the sun. And Gutzon Borglum

seems likely to live as long as any human man who ever trod this earth,

except the four he helped make immortal.

_INDEX_

_INDEX_

Abbot, Harry, 110

Adair, Forrest, 177, 183

Alderman, Edwin A., 151-152, 153

Altgeld, Governor John P., 126, 130-133

Anglin, Margaret, 272

Anthony, Susan B., 281

Arkright, Preston, 184, 223

Arnold, Reuben, 190

Art Students’ League, 74

Aycock Memorial, 154-156

Bad Lands, 279, 280

Baillie, Robert (“Bob”), 80, 168, 170

Baldwin, “Lucky,” 43

Baker, Newton D., 139, 144-145

Bannwort, Carl, 163-164

Barlow, Lester, 180, 210, 263

Barnard, George Gray, 71

Bates, Blanche, 273-274

Beecher, Henry Ward, 129

Bell, Marian, 79

Biddle, A. J. Drexel, 259, 261

Black Hills, 276-280 _et seq._

Blavatsky, Madame Elena, 37

Boland, John A., 290, 298, 304-305, 314

Borglum, Elizabeth Putnam, 42-43, 55-56

Borglum, Gutzon, 15 _et seq._

Borglum, Ida Michelson, 28

Borglum, James de la Mothe, 27-28, 30-34, 36-38

Borglum, Lincoln, 177, 237, 238, 270-271, 298, 302, 314, 316

Borglum, Mary Ellis, 177, 271

Borglum, Mary Montgomery, 104 _et seq._

Borglum, Solon, 28, 39, 68

Borglum Kloster, 25, 26

Borglum Memorial Studio, 226

Borie, Adolph, 268

Bradford, Ralph, 266

Brady, “Diamond Jim,” 63

Brangwyn, Frank, 58

Bricka, Madame Helen, 63

Bryan, William Jennings, 133

Bulow, Governor William J., 301

Burke, “Calamity Jane,” 277

Burke, Senator Edward R., 311

Burmeister, Charles, 248

Bushfield, Harlan J., 313

Butterfield, General Daniel, 134

Butterworth, Frank, 109

Cameron, Colonel Beniham, 214

Cannon, Speaker Joseph G., 119

Case, Francis, 314

Chalmers, Stephen, 126, 127

Chavannes, Puvis de, 47, 49

Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad, 17

Chicago and North Western Railway, 17, 308

Clarke, Sir Purdon, 85

Coolidge, President Calvin, 17, 202, 284-288, 290, 291, 311

Connally, Thomas W., 190

Corot, Jean Baptiste Camille, 49

Corpus Christi, Texas, sea wall, 229, 231

Crandall, Arthur, 110-111

Crane, Charles R., 290

Crews, Laura Hope, 272

Cullinan Joseph S., 290, 300-301, 303-304, 307-308, 311

Czecho-Slovak Army, 250-254

Dalou, Jules, 49

Daniels, Bebe, 40

Daniels, Judge Frank, 155

Daniels, Josephus, 154, 155, 215

Davis, Bob, 41, 94, 126, 268

Davis, Cliff (“Dynamite”), 188, 223

Davis, Jefferson, 171, 175, 188, 199, 203, 204, 209, 217

Davis, Madge, 268

Davis, Sam, 95, 96-98

Day, C. M., 290

Dempsey, Jack, 260

Drought, Mrs. J. P., 227-228

Duncan, Isadora, 64

Dunne, Governor Edward F., 133

DuPont, Senator Coleman, 17, 262

Eassie, R. M., 64

Edwards, Henry Stilwell, 201

Ehlers, Colonel E. M., 135

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