JUNEAU, ALASKA, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1916
Last week the Dream Theatre gave
the people of Juneau an opportunity to
see George Beban in The Alien. Juneau
responded and packed the theatre h r
the four performances. Women in Ju
neau wept alike with the women of New
York, and the hardy miners of the Gas
imeua district suspiciously b'ew their
noses cis did the New York stockholders
for whom they toil.
People, what was it all about? The
first cause was the inordinate selfish
ness of one young man and the second
cause was the life like exhibition of the
brutality of the New York police sys
tem.
The millionaire, you will remember,
went home Christmas eve after he had
murdered a child, he was liberated upon
the exhibition of his card, the next day
the Alien, on a mere suspicion, was
struck to the floor of the florist shop
where he had inadvertently wandered
in search of a rose for his dead bam
bino.
The Alien was friendless and alone.
Hark ye, Citizens of Juneau. The
brutality and favoritism of the police
force in New York is not a whit greater
in proportion than is our police force
right here in Juneau.
The other night when two attorneys
locked horns and a great crowd gathered
in the street no arrests were made, the
Editor asks the city’s Police Committee
here and now if those two combatants,
by their eminent respectability, and
“made good” record, are immune from
arrest.
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Having been reared in the grand old
State of Kansas we thought we had
seen every sort of political freak extant.
We knew Sod House Sam who wanted
to turn all of Northwest Kansas or the
short grass district in to a vast rain
making tank. At a great political con
vention in St. Louis we saw and talked
with* a political man who wore a hat
whose gilt letters spelled “The Maniac
of Maine or the Lunatic of Lynn, at
your service.”' We remember the days
when Mary Ellen Lease, God bless her,
told us in Kansas to raise more II—
and less corn.
We knew the little cloak maker wom
an who used to go to conventions and
sing outside of the halls, “Put a coat
on my back ’cause I make ’em”
We knew the Congressman from Kan
sas who deserted his wife for his red
slippered stenographer and wound up
being a scavenger man in Topeka.
We’ve known Carrie Nation. We’ve
met most kinds of political side shows
but we found the one freak paramount
in Alaska, he has Sod House Sam and
the Lunatic of Lynn beat forty ways for
Sunday. The freshest and most self
sufficient freak vet produced in the pol
itical arena is the Senator who thinks
he can be Senator and Delegate at the
same time.
John, Stir up the Animals.