PROCLAMATION
WHEREAS, February, the birth month of
two American patriots and presidents,
George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, is
replete with historical significance for
the citizens of this nation; and
WHEREAS, the National Society of
Daughters of the American Revolution
annually sponsor February as AMERICAN
| HISTORY MONTH throughout the Nation; and
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WHEREAS, as Alaska embarks on its
fifth year of Statehood it is appropriate
that we participate in this event, pay
ing full homage to our historical heritage:
NOW, THEREFORE, I, WILLIAM A. EGAN,
Governnor of the State of Alaska, hereby
urge all Alaskans to join in any events
emphasizing the study of our historic
past which may be conducted during the
month of February, that we may thereby
better understand and appreciate the
spiritual inspiration and wisdom of our
Nation's founders, and assist in the
building of a continuing heritage of
faith, fortitude and righteousness for
future generations.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto
set my hand and caused the Seal of the
• State of Alaska to be affixed this
seventeenth day of January, in the year
of Our Lord, nineteen hupdred and sixty
three.
/s/ William A. Egan
Governor
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ATTEST: /s/ Hugh J. Wade
Secretary of State
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FILE STATE INCOME TAX RETURNS EARLY
The first 250 refunds on 1962 tax
returns from the State's individual income
tax will go in the mail this afternoon,
Acting Revenue Commissioner Robert D.
Stevenson said today.
The refund checks, representing over
payment of the tax, total $6,891.59 and
average $27.57 each.
In making the announcement, Stevenson
urged persons entitled to refunds to file
returns promptly.
"Right now we are in a position to
handle returns promptly," he said. "Later
on, as we near the filing deadline, the
greater number of returns will result in
stretching out the time required between
receipt of the return and issuance of the
refund."
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KENNY LAKE UOTES
There has been a chinook blowing out
of the southeast for two days now, once in
a while, when I'm walking outside, I sit
on a stump and listen to the fragments of
history, of a bye-gone era, it brings
up the Copper. Past Miles Creek and the
mouth of the Brenner, through Woods Canyon,
past the Chitina and out across the pla
teau it sighs.
I catch snatches of conversation -
sometimes from the crews that worked on
the trestles of the old Kennecott railroad
or the ghostly thump of a long-forgotten
pile driver aa the steel crossed a side
canyon, and maybe the "chuff chuff" of an
old wood-burning "Climax" as it snailed
its long string of ore cars toward Chitina
a little later.
I hear bursts of raucous revelry from
the Chitina saloons as they herald in the
New Year - 1913.
And steadily, in the background of
this all, I hear the constant murmur of
the Copper, or the snap of its ice in the