A MAGAZINE
OF THE
NORTH
OUR POLITICS
Perhaps; Our contemporary would
be pleased ro know where we stand,
we have voted the democratic ticket since
our sixteenth birthday except, those times
when they would not let us vote at all.
we are shouting for WILSON, firit last
and all the time
THE copper BEE Will treat on all modern
Sciences as well as on skining rabbits and
your neighbor.
we will refrain from the use of big and puz
zleing words, as we have none at our com
mand, and while camped on the Shushana
Glacier, Old Tallow Face got away with
our Webster, in lighting her pipe wc pre
sume.
If our readers will call at our
Sanctorium and examine the works of Att
on display, they will be convinced that we
are up to date in the picture business as well
as Editing a Magazine.
on showing one of cur best photographs of
the boiling pot hole to a lady friend a few
daYs ago, she remarked, Captain, thats some
hay stack, for this country is-nt it.
Our Deputy U. S. Marshal. Jas. M. Millsap. Is
seriously considering a vacation for himself, Jim.
has had a strenuous time of it and worked hard,
and feels that he deserves this long needed rest,
but if Jim. was’nt so selfish, he would have let
us attend to the potato’s.
Shultz, is working day and night, sends Lis
money home like every decent married man
should do.
All our life’ have we aspired, to the lofty
and distinguished position of an Editor. But
this first trial —and it not half done — has
cooled our ardor considerably,
Any one carrying a Fame Bug, under their
Hat, Can buy this whole News Paper plant
mighty cheap, good reason for selling.
Puting these nasty little letters together, in
order to make them up into woids is some
job, they persist in geting upside down
wrong end to’ into the wrong box, and
cracks in the floor, so we keep them in our
pocket, which of course is a slow way of
finding the right one, but darn em; wc
know where they are at.
FOR WHITES AND INDIANS
REMINISCENT
Yes, we were in the stampede to the
Shushana Gold Fields. August 1913
.« we had a ninety two pound pack
from McCarthy to Wilson Creek, and this
sure made us feel our fiftie’s and if the
good lord will forgive us for this, we will
swear off for keeps, we never came so near
starveing to death and never worked harder,
but’ there was that gamblers chance.
Provisions one buck and up and
we were broke, by this time we had trained
to rideing weight and could see it written
in the snow that our life depended on speed
and we sure had that, the hills were alive
with rabbits, hut we were out of ammuni
tion, so we brushed the whiskers out of our
eyes and started in pursuit of the elusive
bunny, day after day we would take up a
hole or twro in our belt until the buckle
met itself, but unable to capture one of
iliC.se hairy meals, and knowig ourself to be
a mighty poor indian, and never beleived in
th*s fasting stuir, it was evident that we
must move to other parts.
^.Takeing a survey of ourself and easting a
wistful glance at our rusty frying pan, a new
thought struck us, we gathered up our few
belongings and made them fast to ourself,
by hanging them on to any projections
that occured about our person, first, we
stuck the axe handle through our ribs, then
we wrapped a blanket around our waist,
hung the frying pan on a hip bone and
with one little squeak we wrere off for the
Copper River Valley, where one hears the
thundering of car wheels: and the mighty
blasts cl Dynamite, shooting down Copper
for the Belligerants to carry on this’ the
greatest crime the world has ever known.
The Bonanza Gold Mining Company,
Have their assessment work done, and it is
the belief of every one, that this property
will equal the great Kennecott and Jumbo
Mines, only two miles distant,
President Geo. Rust. Informs us there will
be an Expert here in the early summer to
go over the ground and make a final report.