THE STORY THE
WINCHES TOLD
CHATS WITH WATERFRONT MAN
ON MATTERS O^ WHAT IS BE
ING PUT ONTO DOCK
The winches aboard the big ocean
liners were in a good humor yester
day. Maybe it was because they could ;
work without parkas and ear-muffs,'
and felt the tang of a tardy spring in !
the air.
"Now a few drops of oil to smooth
up my stiff joints,” said the winch on
the Admiral Evans, “and I am ready j
to go—if you had lifted as much from |
the innards of this faithful old liner j
as 1 have you would be stiff, too.
“And that, reminds me that I have ,
got some hefty packages there on deck
and lots of others ’tween decks—300
tons of ’em.
"Oh, that outfit they are now put
ting the cable slings around? That is
part of Paddy Marion’s outfit for Wil
low Creek. You know Paddy stepped
onto a likely-looking body of gold
quartz up there a year ago; then he
went outside. He returned last week
and that pile of mining machinery
over there is the result of his visit to
the States. No, that’s not a wireless
outfit, it’s a Forester-Rexman rod
mill. The other thingamabob is a
power steel sharpener. There’s a
steel ore car, a water motor and other
equipment for driving the mill and
making rock fly—just a minute.
“Those heavy pieces are a little too
much fo rmy back these days; like
Paddy, and some of the other old
boys whose display of faith and nerve
are making these young huskies here
on the dock loko like pikei^, my back’s
getting stiff. Unlike Paddy, I will
not be able a few years hence to go
down into the sunshine of California
and catch pompano when the blizzards
are blowing. I will, like lots of other
fellows who crf’t shake a day’s pay
job to do a little rustling for them
selves, finally land in the scrap heap.
“Now, the railroad steam crane has
a half-Nelson on that new Sullivan
air compressor, watch it swing it onto
a flatcar, along with the other equip
ment bound for Wasilla. Yes, there
are two of them, and air drills to ham
mer their way through the rock and
break out the ore.
“Excuse me a moment, the hatches
are open. What’s that they have hung
onto me?”
The winch gave a groan and bent
to its work.
“It must be a piano. Looks like it;
yes, bound up Fairbanks way. Well,
the man whose daughter is going to
torture that instrument needn’t blame
me. If Bill—my boss—here, and me
dropped that doodle box overboard
we would be logged for the remainder
of the season.
“Here comes a slingful of whatye
macallems. Somebody’s got a new
super-screechadyne radio set and is
preparing to qualify for the Ananias
i club. Before a week he will claim to
have heard the station at Canton, Chi
na, give orders to limit chop suey to
two mice and a handful of garbage,
instead of using a whole cat’s liver
and a handful of tulie roots.”
Something sounding like a pig in a
fence, a barking dog, a dinner horn
and a squeaking windless emenated
from the hold. The waterfront man
became curious.
“No, we haven’t any livestock
aboard,” said the winch. “That’s Bill’s
buddy down below testing the new
(Continued on *Jage Six)
CUPID'S DID SERVES
SECOND CENEOIITION
SOUIX CITY, Iowa. April 20. (£>)—
F. J. Tripp finds himself issuing
marriage licenses to the sons and
daughters of couples to whom he
granted permits a generation ago.
In 21 years of service the deputy
clerk of courts has granted 14,509
licenses to wed. Girls of 14 and
men and women well past 70 have
been among his customers.
Upon arrival from the Westward
of the S. S. Starr, of the S. J. F. &
P. Co., Capt. O. A. Johansen, skipper,
the steamer will depart jhortly
thereafter for Seattle where it will
undergo an inspection. It is report
ed a few local citizens will make the
round trip.
The first crews for the Port Hob
ron whaling station passed through
Seward yesterday on the S. S. Ad
miral Evans.
Seattle lee Cream at Schallerer’s
Alaska 9hop. tf
WESTWARD PASSENGERS
Westbound reservations, made at
the local office of the P. S. S. Co,
on the S. S. Admiral Evans departed
at midnight, last night, consisted of
the following: Seldovia—Mrs. Joe
Richards, Fred Spach, J. H. Bell,
Axel Pomgren, F. Colliard, Fred
Kelan, B. B. Green, H. Dunlap, Al
bert Sandock.
Kodiak—J. K. Van Wakeland. Al
bert Lund, A. Stout, Martin Matuski.
FOR SALE
Delicious, crisp, fresh leaf lettuce
for your Easter dinner. SEWARD
| DAIRY.
Th<? Alaska Railroad
TRAINS ARRIVE SEWARD
Wednesday and Saturday
At 7:30 P. M.
TRAINS DEPART SEWARD
Monday and Thursday
7:30 A. M.
You
can have %
your
private yacht
GIVE me a pipe and Prince Albert, and
you can have your cabin-cruiser and your
winter vacation. I won’t envy you for a
minute. In fact, I wouldn’t trade places
with anybody. I could even be happy
on a desert island with a pipe and
plenty of P.A.
You’ll understand my enthusiasm for
this prince of smokes the minute you
open the tidy red tin and get a whiff of
real tobacco. But that’s only a starter.
The taste more than lives up to the
promise of the aroma. Tuck a load in
your jimmy-pipe, light up, and see.
Cool, as a breeze from the forward
deck is cool. Sweet, with a sweetness
that doesn’t tire. Mild as milk, yet with
plenty of body to let you know you’re
smoking. P. A. is neither too heavy nor
too light* which makes it the middle
weight champ, so far as I’m concerned.
Telling you about Prince Albert is one
thing. Trying it in your pipe is another.
You’ll never know exactly what it is that
holds millions of happy jimmy-pipers to
this one brand until you make the per
sonal test. When you do, you’ll say I did
you a favor in tipping you off.
P. A. is sold everywhere in tidy red
tins, pound and half-pound tin humi
dors, and pound crystal-glass humidor*
with sponge-moistener top. And always •/
with every bit of bite and parch re- A:
moved by the Prince Albert Process. ^
© 1927, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco
Company, Winston-Salem, N. C.