SEWARD DAILY GATEWAY
OF SEWARD, ALASKA
Established, August 19, 1904
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THE PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE
SUFFICIENT MAIL SERVICE
(From Juneau Empire).
The people of Alaska should use all
the disuasion possible to change the
determination of the Postoffice de
partment to ship mail from the
States to Alaska as ordinary freight
instead of under the mail carrier
contracts now in force. Under the
system in vogue now mail is carried
in special apartments arranged for
that purpose. It is discharged from
the mail carriers before baggage or
any freight is discharged and it is
the last thing taken aboard a steam
er before she sails. There are mail
clerks on each of the carriers and the
mail is sorted and prepared in trans
it for rapid distribution when the
destination is reached.
There was some excuse during the
war wrhen all were giving “until it
hurt” for the action of the Depart
ment in shipping mail as freight in
order to hold dowm the cost, but
good business demands that when
possible the Government should give
the people the best possible mail
service. That cannot be done if the
present efficient method should be
changed so that mail will be ship
ped like general merchandise. The
pressure for economy is not so great
that this very important governmen
tal function should be permitted to
fall down. W
ABOUT THE MAIL
(Fairbanks News-Miner).
Let’s see—the government lost
nearly a million dollars last year in
carrying the Saturday Evening Post
by mail and that much or more on
Montgomery Ward and Sears & Roe
buck catalogues. The mail the gov
ernment dumps into Alaska each year
from its own offices and which is
immediately -waste paper-basketed
costs more to haul than does the
paid-for-in-full Alaska mail. They
have taken all the old Senator Miles
Poindexter envelopes unused, cross
ed the name off them and put them
to work carrying to us Division of
Public Documents stuff which is nev
er read, to save the cost of envel
opes. What do you know about the
mails?
Oldtimers of City
Aid Local Kiddies
“I’m for the kids, first, last and all
the time,” rigorously stated John Gil
patrick, as he tendered his donation
to the secretary-treasurer of the Se
ard Athletic Club, and he practically
qj ‘to th» r*-?.* of all the
older :*e own regar -
ing Ue it w 7 filmed organization,
the oiouitiers c* which have pledged
themselves to foster athletic games
and events that will provide the
healthiest forms of recreations for
our boys and girls.
A peep into the club gym at about
eight o’clock last night afforded a
glorious sight for anyone having the
interest of the youngsters at heart;
no less than fifteen kiddies in one
part of the spacious hall racing about
each other, the atmosphere filled with
pep and go, and medicine balls,
punching bags, boxing gloves and
hand balls seemed to be everywhere.
Fun, sport and lots, of it.
Not to be outdone entirely, some
of the senior members went through
a stiff grill themselves! The laurels
of the wharf hand ball team were
challenged by Doc Roberts and Burr
Snyder and the ensuing three-game
match tyrought out about the fastest
playing -any of (the contestants had
put out to date. The set, which went
to the Wharfingers two out of three
games was a strenuous contest, in
which the mighty drives of Painter
for the Wharfingers and Roberts of
the challengers, were the chief fea
ture*! and don’t let anyone go away
with the impression that Snyder can’t
put six feet of physical culture into
a lusty return of the little black
sphere and make it pretty tough for
the fellow who has to get it.
A dog belonging to the late John
C. Hunter of Salt Lake City howled
so loudly that he had to be removed
before the funeral services could pro
ceed.
Because he refused to give her
money, Mrs. Clarence Bussey of St.
Charles, 111., severely burned her
i husband by throwing acid in his
face.
George Murtry of Worden, Mich.,
sawing wood while barefooted, am
i
| put a ted one of his own toes.
At Nottingham, Eng., Ernest Mor
ris was fined $50 for permitting his
donkey to annoy the neighbors by
its loud braying.
Fred Murray, 18, of Keokuk, la.,
wras fined $25 for stealing one turkey
egg.
When Mrs. Katherine Loman died
at Glenview', 111, 18 Bibles were
found under her mattress.
A GENTLE POET
AT MOOSE P ASS
The following was sent into the
Gateway for publication from Syd
ney Rood, wrho is stationed at Moose
Pass with tlie Bureau of Public Roads
whither he had gone a few months
ago:
A RAINY WEDNESDAY’S RAIN
Wodeni, thou god of gods and lord
of all, patron of war and of those
things which war confounds, art and
culture, our servility and humbleness
are great; on bended knees w*e beg
thy pardon for those ill deeds which
cause thy wrath. Withhold the rain
which anguishes us and council Thou2,
thy son, to smile on us tomorrow,
neither making us weak with strife
nor fearful with thunder, but blessing
the earth with light and warmth, fos
tering all life and growth, allowing
Apollo to shine upon us.
And it is my wdsh to tell thee, Wo
den, while trembling before thy might
iness, of a bath I had today, well knowr
ing thy love of decorousness, thy joy
in unsoiled nature.
The tub wras of unbending, iron, my
lord, sold, and hard, and edgy, antag
onizing my being before a foot was
placed within, and as I filled it slow
ly from a mountain stream, meditat
ing upon the water’s icy cheerlessness,
a great shivering seized upon me. My
ardor cooling even as the water my
shins would chill. I lifted my burden
staggering, and reeling thru the high
way’s mud that led to the brooklet's
marge, came to the threshold of my
house.
1. Wednesday, the day of Woden,
the highest of the gods.
2. Thursday, the day of Thor, son of
Woden, god of war, thunder, and ag
riculture.
When, entering, I placed my splash
ing load upon the glowing stove. The
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COURT WITNESSES.
Airship pictures will be a diversion
from fish cases. Come up and see the
pictures and ask any question about
the freight and passenger craft, the
ore carriers, and heavy duty aircraft
for local and long distance service.
Right over the bank, plenty close
enough to court house. Bring your
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ing on sale, no obligation; just sim
ply welcome—come every day. Give
us your confidence,
tf ALASKA AIRSHIP COMPANY.
liquid slowly heated, and tell me, judi
cious king; what devil of perverseness
made each rising degree more offen
sive than the last, when only rapture
had earlier filled my heart at thought
of the seducing warmth when around
my limbs the bath would stream?
At length one finger alone remained
unwetted, untested in the water’s
climbing warmth, an|l applying it,
doubtfully and hesitatingly, 1 felt that
the time had come when I must carry
out my purpose. I placed my tub upon
the floor, its edge upon the hearth,
and gathering up clean clothes—the
newly ordered house should have fresh
blinds—I placed them handily about,
where clean hands would find them
readily, washed eyes made happy by
their sight.
Then, with soap in hand and my
poor knees resting upon a newspaper
without the tub, I plunged my head
within the streaming depths. Too
hot? Oh, no! Too cold? No again. A
great comfort assailed ni£, kneeling
there, the glowing hearth at my back
and the sly, encroaching drops lapping
against my friendly ears and throb
bing temples. There will be those, I
know, pessimists and false moral phil
osophists, who will say that there
could be no joy in this, that sensations
would be physical and therefore un
worthy the higher states of man. But
let me tell you this, that those hypo
crites will have ice in their veins and
poison in their blood, and will have
never had their backs scratched nor
lain in bed on chilly mornings.
At length this delight must cease
the head had taken its turn and the
rest of me eagerly awaited, exasperat
ed by each falling trickle of water
and envious, perhaps, of shortly dis
tributed favors.
*Tknelt within the tub, my forelegs
diametrical,
One side my roes did rub, the other
my knees made skeptical.
I smoothed myself well wet as thou
hast done the earth, my lord, today,
and then the soap did rub over my
eager body till, white and foaming
sparkling with breaking bubbles, I
looked a priest new tressed, kneeling
before the shrine of Neptune. And
Neptune's waves then covered me,
washing my robe away and leaving
me as before, pink, well-plucked, stark
naked—
To face a new task; m'y legs must
now feel the water’s favor. My lord,
I stood, unafraid and unashamed be
fore the stove. It heeded me not nor
I it, but,; as my-knees quivered and
shook beneath my cleansing hands, I
imagined I heard it laugh and sing,
amused at- the strange sight confront
ing it. Na doubt my fancy caused this
thought—a crackling log had laughed
at me, and the song was that of a
boiling pot.
I stepped from out the tub, my lord,
steaming and streaming, careening,
preening. I snatched a snowy towel
and, roughly and with vigor, applied
| it, glowing the skin to ruddiness, mak
ing my lungs gasp for breath—the ex
ercise their stock consuming. Then,
balancing upon one foot at times,
twisting to maintain my poise, I dress
ed, each article of vestment applying
in its proper time and place, when,
looking over the fields to where men
stood, I saw them, toiling and grim,
miserable beneath thy chilling rain.
Be kind to us, lord Woden; restrain
thy wrath.
And lo, even as I pray the heavens
frost fast, the stars tipple the death
—dark sky and the owl comes hoot
ing to his lonesome limb. We thank
thee, lord Woden, and, humble, do thy
askance.
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ERNEST TORRENCE
AND
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— IN
“RUGG
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A Comedy-Drama
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The same combination of director and actor that
made “THE COVERED WAGON” famous.
\t will win your praise from start to finish
Tonight is your last opportunity to see
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Last Time Tonight
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Interior Alaska and places en route—including Kenai Lake the
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