THE
B EICON
THB- BEACON, an editorial ifaeet,
published when possible by Muriel!e
Spears of Dillingham, Alaska* (Health
n not being the deoidlng factori)
Yearly subscriptions only $6,00,
DEAD OR ALIVE T
Dillingham' a usual ironsrtle and bustle
between the end of fishing and snow is
sadly missing this year. The old town*#
but g-n-iwe deadl This time of the year
and both hotels closed*
Naknek folks and other village folks
who made it a practice to come here to
shop and relax, have no place to stay so
they aren't camingl Hunters from state
side (with plenty of money) come to town
and have to sleep on somebody* s floor in
sleeping bags) instead of being comfort
able in the hotel and recipients of a
little of that Alaskan hospitality we used
to be proud ofl These visitors and
tourists spend freely and left their trail
of -ash behind. This sort of thing .^helped
our economy and it is needed now mors than
EVER,
Lawless Dillingham has virtually become
JTST THAT—since the Marshal left town
rnd no replacement has been sent in and
'Mr local jail has been 'cleaned* of pri
soners who were all taken to Anchorage
for their 3J-odd dayst I tell you it* a
a rollioin*, barefaced shamel
Yah#,.maybe we ARE batting our heads
against a brick wall!
Dear Fool
Just received your letter telling me
of your wonderful vacation at the swanky
ro'ijnow Lodge in the i.dr^.ondaoks and, the
ocntrast was so vivid, I nad to tell you
atc-ut mi® on the Agulowokl
Your dressing for dinner and room seiv*
vice was 1 dream stuff *f, I never worked
ia.’dert I oooked and cooked and cooked
tr.d cooked) and, of course, each time X
cooked, I ate. The little mirror I looked
in bo at oanp didn*t show any big change
but WOW when X caught a full glimpse of1
what had happened in those fifteen days,
I could have crie dV
I was ste pping on kids (some stranger*
all day—our two little rooms were just
too small and yet everyone huddled there,
iChe fog did lift for twenty minutes one
r'jiy and I shooed them all outl( Imagine
Vaughn Monroe and his orchestra swinging
to that crowd,)
But I did learn a few thingsi it* a
c.gainst the law to mag fishj when a fish
hook tangles with a wool jacket, the fish
hook wine (in fact that* s all I jaror cot)]
a poke, which I thought was to hold gold
oj st, is native for a special fishj the
FVU> boys are NOT up at the lakes for a
vacationj and babies cry EVERY plaoe.
So you see, Fooie, every situation can
be twisted advantageous?,v« Hope to enjoy
you* re some dey0 Toll chon,
dreaming. Love,
•••This "dog""kept working up until in
iesperation she looked tom and soon was
sailing the manager^—the dog was a man?
a Tory "spirited” man* in foot* Thinking
tie was still able to see the show if he
made up his mind to it* the mm agor left
him in the hack — only to find him there;
after the crowd had gone* sound asleep*
* • .CALAWAYl Which*, swwayt * • •
• ••Five black eyes later* we stepped over
the bodies and went hornet
• ••What a wateraibllon filled with vodka
and •aged* oen do—ain11 been done..«often\
• ••Well* I know one thing for sore, if he
doesn’t get Search Warrants for hie hrndr
he’ll sure find himself in legal trouble#*
• ••The greatest compliment that can be
paid to a new (or old) father aro \nd this
berg is that the latest off-spring lockd
like him* •»
• ••Oh* 1 wouldn’t say he was oheap* but
he always got a catoh in his elbow when
the oheok was presented* His money flowed
like glue* WFy* he wouldn’t even spend the
time of day***
• ••SHE said to her husband* "If you don’’t
stop drinking I’m going to kill myself*rt
end he retorted, "That’s all I ever got*.*
‘promises* just promise si"*..
, • ,He confided to me how come he ha!b ®*o&
a large family. Y 1>u know she is a little
deefP fnot mucha just a little) mi whm
he softens his voice he is herd to unisru
stenJc Wfhs-m they go to bed he’d fl
"Yrwarna go to sleep or whati" and rVthc>!d
'say, r?'<iat?n S-i-n>-p~I~®.
...She told me about the girl who was so
near-sighted that she knitted a white
sweater and got the yam up with t
plate* of spaghetti. It was tho first time
anyone hade ter seen a sweater with meat
balls for buttons...
,..Bless my wool," said the ram a? he went
over the cliff,"I didn’t see that ewo
turn."_