THE COPPER BEE
VOLUME ONE
McCarthy, alaska, Saturday, march 11, idle.
NUMBER FOUR
Whiped! be-gosh
THE WETS WIN
And we wont go home until morning
We wont go home until morning.
McCarthy, Voted wet, and now we will
have prosperity, Peace and happiness.
We hope our friends, who became angry
with us, for our feeble mutterings in the
BEE, Will forgive us for the unpardonable
crime that we committed, in opposing the
Saloon.
We had been cheerful all day.
Until we heard the fatal word " WET
Then we collapsed. But we survived from
the shock, went home very much downcast.
Sad at heart, and in a deep brown study,
we were interrupted by Schultz y bringing
our Mail The very first thing that caught
our eye, was a letter from dear Old Tallow
Face. Saying she wanted to come home
and be good.
This softened our heart toward our enemy,
Saloon keepers included, and we rushed
out to a bootlegger friend s eabbin, where
we had been accustomed to go for a Nip,
But Oh Lord, he had poured all his Joy
Goods out into the snow, cursing every one
who votet wet, saying that now, not even an
honest bootlegger will have any chance.
We believe, some one fibbed a little.
And then some more switching,
Our School Board, with the welfare of
the little tots at heart, Surely did not vote
to reopen the whiskey dives.
It is over with, so far as we are concerned
and if there is one Man in town, with any
sense of humor, He should stick a fresh
bottle into his caboose pocket, and come to
see us. We are mighty dry, and boycotted
by the Bootlegger’s Union, for the stand we
took, makes it darn hard for us to rustle a
little good cheer.
Bee Suspends Publication
The Office Force, and Editorial Staff,
Get a vacation on full pay, for six months.
This being the fourth Issue of the BEE.
We wished to see where we were at financialy.
So we frisked ourself, looked into the wood
box where we Cached our Change when old
Tallow Face was around. The Grand Total
footed up ten cents and two rat skins.
But we have a very large amount Due us,
From the Dry’s and our Advertisers, and if
we succeed in collecting all of this, we sure
will be fat.
We always thought if Dame Fortune so
favored us. That we might become the
Dignified Editor, of some yellow sheet,
Where in we might espouse our elevated
thoughts to Mankind, Thereby making this
a better world, We would then be happy,
But this, only means more disapointment.
Only a few days ago, we talked to
Mickie. from the bottom of our little heart,
Until we noticed a large stream of tears
running into his vest pocket, whereupon we
sniffled a little and he promised to mend
his ways and be good.
Along comes Mickie No. 2 and leads No,
1 astray, Then he in turn told the Judge,
that EVE. was to blame for the whole darn
thing. After deliberating for some time and
shedding a few dry tears, Judge Faddis.
Pronounced Sentence on the Poor Boys.
Fourty days and One Hundred Bucks.
In conclusion we must say, that we have
enjoyed the arduous work, in printing the
BEE. To one without any previous experi
ence, it is some job. We have done our best
to please all, Which is an impossibility, but
we hope that no intelligent person, had
their feelings ruffled, through the BEE.