Stewart Holbrook first wrote about Edmund Creffield for the Oregonian in 1936. Over the next twenty years he published several variations of that article. Unfortunately, while his version of events is fun to read, it’s not entirely factual. Still, since his accounts were widely read, no list of articles about the Holy Rollers would be complete without including one of his.

I’ve selected a series that appeared in four consecutive Sunday Oregonian Magazines in 1953. The reason I selected them is that I think they were read by many in Waldport, and it was the first time many had heard the story.

When I first started researching the Holy Rollers I asked a woman who knew all the gossip in town what she knew about Edmund Creffield. She said she hadn’t heard of him. “Wait, do you mean Joshua the Second?” “Yes,” I said. She said that when she was in high school in the 1950s a student at Waldport High School passed around an article he found and said, "Do you know who these people are? Whose mothers these are? Whose fathers these are?" Everyone at school knew who they were because everyone in town knew who they were. They were some of the town's earliest settlers and some of the town's best-respected citizens.

Murder Without Tears, Part One

Holbrook, Stewart. Sunday Oregonian Magazine. “Murder Without Tears, Part One” 8 February 1953. pp. 6-7.


Murder Without Tears

First of Four Parts

By Stewart Holbrook

Portland Author

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The quiet college town of Corvallis 50 years ago produced a self anointed prophet who called himself Joshua the Second. He rapidly gathered a cult of followers, predominantly women. But his weakness for the ladies brought him a violent death.



There can be little question regarding the pre-eminence of southern California as a fertile ground for the founding and growth of cults.


There is something unreal about its climate that inevitably attracts both fanatics and phonies, just as it inevitably attracts their followers of gulls.


Southern California has whelped a number of notable cult-leaders, chiefly females. One such, a Mrs. Tibbetts, was burning incenses as early as 1986.


She may well have been the first of her kind in the region. Since her day, the region has occasionally known a shortage of water, but never a shortage of cults.


We Oregonians, however, need not hang our heads because we are of late years comparatively barren of seeresses and prophets.


Less than 50 years ago we had a prophet of Old Testament size, a mighty man beside whom all cult-leaders of California, both male and female, were and are nothing. I sing here of Joshua the Second.


He was born Franz Edmund Creffield. Just when he was transformed from obscure rural evangelist into a true Prophet is not known. Neither is the exact spot where the visitation took place.


But the time is certain. It was 1903, and the neighborhood of the miracle was Corvallis.


Great workings both material and spiritual follow in the wake of a prophet, as naturally as water runs downhill. If the prophet has a set of fine whiskers and a chronic case of satyriasis, then the workings are certain to be multiplied and likewise interesting.


Oregon’s Joshua the Second had both the whiskers and the affliction. And when he raised his voice in holy anger, as he did on one remembered occasion, the vast city of San Francisco shook horribly., then went down writhing and smoking, in one of the great disasters of modern times.


In other words, the Oregon Prophet was no man to monkey with.


Unheralded either by pillars of fire or by a notice in the local weeklies, Creffield made his first Oregon Appearance in Corvallis as a Salvation Army worker. He was 35, smooth-shaven, short of stature. His eyes were large and dark brown. He retained a slight but noticeable accent from his native Germany.


Early in 1903, he either left or was discharged from the religious group, and seems to have disappeared for a time.


I like to think it was during this obscure period that the great light beat upon him and somewhere in the tall forests that hedged the town, and he emerged a full-blown prophet. In any case, he was soon back in Corvallis.


Edmund CreffieldFifty years ago no man without a beard could get into the prophesying business, and when Creffield came of the Benton county timber he was wearing an astonishing growth. It was of the true Moses type, flowing down over his chest and spreading to right and left, unruly, wild; while over his shoulders tumbled falls of unkempt hair.


He was, you will understand, Edmund Creffield no longer, but Joshua the Second --sole prophet and for a short time sole communicant of a startling new sect.


Even the tone of his voice had changed. It no longer was that of a humble street evangel. It now boomed like muffled thunder and in it, so many came to think, was the authority of a spokesman for Jehovah.


Within a few weeks this brand-new Joshua had collected a sizable group of converts. It was done so quietly that even the town fathers of Corvallis, who fancied they knew everything that went on locally, were wholly unaware of the great harvest of souls that was going forward.


The early meetings were held openly in the homes of converts, of which at least six were men. At this period the prophet seems to have had no particular message other than that the ways of the world were wrong and must be changed.


One by one the male converts dropped away, leaving Joshua and a lieutenant known as Brother Brooks to carry on with the increasing flock of girls and women.


The apostasy of the few men did not discourage Joshua. The meetings in the converts’ homes were continued; but they now were held when the menfolks were away.


 There must have been a female Judas in the flock, for it was soon whispered around town that never before had there been seen such working of the Spirit as Joshua brought about.


Pulling down all the blinds, related this she-Judas, Joshua would begin a chant, swaying with the rhythm, waving his arms, and calling upon what he addressed rather chummily as the Full Spirit to descend upon the meeting.


Then the girls and women began to sway, too. They chanted. They moaned. They spoke in tongues, and cried aloud as the prophet seemed to gain in stature and his great eyes glowed like coals of fire.


Suddenly, like a thunderbolt, the prophet's voice boomed out: "Vile clothes, begone!" The whiskered fellow disrobed. And, continued the she-Judas, many of the women present did likewise.


There was no sense of shame about it. They threw off their peekaboo waists, their skirts, and their multitude of petticoats; they tore wildly at their whalebone corsets, moaning like all get-out.


"Roll, ye sinners, roll!" thundered Joshua; and roll they did, some in chemises, some without, all over the bare floor, with Joshua and Brother Brooks rolling happily among them.


At one of these interesting meetings, the prophet expound the canons of his sect. He announced that he had been commanded by the lord to select from among his followers she who was to become the Mother of a Second Messiah.


Because it was quickly obvious that Joshua was going about his quest in a thorough and searching manner several married women left the sect at this point, taking their daughters with them. But many remained still, and new females appeared at every meeting.


So bountiful was the harvest that Joshua and Brother Brooks looked around for more room.


 They found it on Kiger island (sic), in the near-by river, and here the prophet and his followers built a large wigwam of poles covered with boughs. The boughs were cleverly interwoven, and tightly, and the entrance was closed with a curtain.


One of the most willing workers during erection of this temple was a beautiful young ash-blonde girl, Esther Mitchell.


She was one of a small army of females, aged 14 to 55, ho with hands covered with the pitch of Douglas fir, and eyes shining with the light of Gospel, toiled on the pretty wooded island.


Small tents that were brought and set up. These and small wigwams surrounded the large wigwam, the temple.


Here throughout the summer of 1903 were held the gatherings and meetings of the cult of Joshua the Second; and the vast workings of the Spirit could be heard on either shore of the mainland.


The cult was also coming into notice. Miss Ellen Chamberlain, then a teacher at Oregon Agriculture college, told me that its “satanic influence” had removed from her classes one of the most attractive young girls in the school, who thereupon moved to Joshua’s layout on the island.


When Miss Chamberlain went to warn the girl’s mother, she discovered that she too had come under the sway of the prophet.


With the advent cooler weather and autumn rains, the Kiger island retreat was not a happy place to roll; but a new and suitable temple was presently found in the residence of O. P. Hunt, in Corvallis.


Over Mr. Hunt’s door the non-cultist citizens of the town were able to read a warning "Positively No Admittance, Except on God's Business," said a sign.


It wasn’t long before an up-and-coming reporter of the local Times was writing stories to the effect that strange things went on in the house.


The town fathers felt the time had come to act.


 Joshua and Brother Brooks were taken to the courthouse for a sanity hearing. Joshua sneered at the proceedings, and told Deputy Sheriff Henderson to be careful how he spoke to God’s anointed.


The two men were found sane, but officers advised them to leave town as soon as possible. Brother Brooks said nothing. Joshua merely laughed softly as he went out the courthouse door.


In the meantime Mr. Hunt discovered that he wanted no more of the cult, and refused to have meetings there any longer. In the meantime, too, prints of a photograph that had been taken many weeks before began to circulate in Corvallis.


The picture was what today would be termed a candid-camera shot. It was taken during the wondrous workings of the spirit on Kiger island. It was small but as clear as crystal. It was also as candid as could well be imagined.


This most famous picture ever taken in Corvallis showed Joshua, quite naked, amid nothing less than a bevy of naked and local matrons and girls, some standing, some rolling in the lush grass. Several were easily identified.


No movie ever made created such a furor as this two-by-three-inches of silent, static film.


There was an immediate uproar, as enraged fathers and possibly injured husbands had their kids and their wives packed off to the state hospital and to the home for wayward girls. Some 15 of Joshua's sect were quickly removed from circulation.


Holy RollersThen, on the coolish evening of January 4, 1904, a band of silent men called at the house where Joshua and Brother Brooks had quarters. None of the men were masked, Nearly all of the mob were citizens of high standing.


Without a word this band took the two long-haired boys to the edge of town, where a pot of tar already was heating over an open fire. They were made to strip, then given a coat of tar and feathers.


One of the mob told me many years later that he and his comrades made pains to see that Joshua’s cot of feathers covered all of him.


With that, the leader of the mob told Joshua and Brother Brooks to get out of Corvallis.


Continued next Sunday

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