The Unthinking Alaskan
Too many Alaskans read but do
not think. In the last issue of the
FISHERMAN, page 10, I printed a
significant item of news. It was
that George F. Ambrose of Belling
ham is now preparing to send some
4,000 piles to Alaska for traps. This
man advertises that he can deliver
better and cheaper piles to Alaska
than the canneries can buy them
right here.
In the yearbook of the Pacific
Fisherman, Ambrose uses an entire
page advertising this fact. A beauti
ful picture is also used to make
you see what he tells.
Steadily but surely, Alaska is be
coming a place where foreigners
come to spend the summer, milk our
resources, return to Seattle or else
where, and leave the permanent
population to fatten the cow for
another raid the following year.
If I repeat my slogan often
enough, I believe many will learn
that the problem here is CONSER
VATION OF FISH AND POPULA
TION.
SELECTED
Jackson came tripping merrily into
his tiny hall one day, and almost
spoiled his manly beauty by tripping
over some one’s shoes left lying
about.
“Whose ferryboats are those in
the hall?” he asked later when he
entered the drawing room.
“Ferryboats?” his mother-in-law
cried angrily. “Why those are my
shoes!”
“My dear, good Ma,” Jackson said
hurriedly, “who said ferryboats ? You
misunderstood me. Fairy boots, you
know—fairy boots!”
—Office Cat.
LOQUACIOUS NAG
They tell of a young married art
ist in Washington Square who has
a predilection for talking in his
sleep. Several times recently he
mentioned the name “Irene,” and
his spouse questioned him about it.
“Oh, that,” said he, thinking fast,
“is the name of a horse.”
Several days later when he came
home he asked his wife the news of
the day. “Nothing exciting hap
pened,” she said, “except your horse
called you up twice.”—Shoe Works
Journal.
An old darky got up in meeting
one night and said: “Bredders an’
sisters, you know an’ I know dat I
ain’ been what I oughter been. I’s
robbed hen-roosts and stole hogs, an’
tol’ lies, an’ got drunk, an’ slashed
folks with my razo’, an’ shot craps,
an’ cussed an’ swore, but I thank de
Lord dere’s one thing I an’t nebber
done—I ain’ nebber lost mah re
ligion.”
GENERAL HAULING
SERVICE TRANSFER CO.
Phone 127, Ni^ht or Day
BAGGAGE
Ketchikan, Alaska
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INDEX FISH AND OYSTER COMPANY
“If It Swims, We Have It”
KIPPERED SALMON—10-lb* Packages or Better Shipped to any
Address. MIKE LEGAZ, Mgr., Ketchikan, Alaska
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AGENTS WANTED IN EVERY TOWN
IN ALASKA
NATIONAL AGENCY
P. O. Box A-13
KETCHIKAN, ALASKA
SUITS MADE TO ORDER— $18.00 and Up
WANTED—Exclusive Territorial Sales Rights for any live articles
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To the prohibition office of a New
Jersey city there went the Reverend
Mr. Ellis, shepherd of a dark flock.
“Well, Reverend, what can I do
for you?”
“Well, suh, 1 wants—ah—now—
some of that sacrilegious wine.”
“Oh, a permit for sacramental
wine! All right, Reverend, red or
\\ bite ?”
Confidentially leaning forward, the
Reverend Mr. Ellis said: “Well, suh,
my congregation done tak’ a vote,
and we-all decided on gin!”
Kaffe-Stiova Cafe
ED. BROKKE, Prop.
NORWEGIAN SPECIALTIES
Seamen’s Home. Mision St.
Ketchikan
Paternal Style—“Now, my little
man,” said the barber to a young
ster in the barber’s chair, “how do
you want your hair cut?”
“With a hole in the top, like dad’s,”
was the reply.—Pittsburgh Sun.
PETER PAN
CANDY SHOP
M. Liljestrand and Mrs. V. A.
Peterson
MAGAZINES
CANDY—ICE CREAM
CIGARS and TOBACCO
Corner Front and Market
Phone Black 41
Ketchikan, Alaska
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