The Alaska citizen., 1913-06-30
The Man About
 Town

stage. Of course you know I'm talking about those delightful en. tertainers. The Juvenile Boston ians."
 There was a To; of advertising before they struck town. as there always is when d new show. espec- lally the first ne O. the year. is announced. I went satisfied that the bunk would. as on two or three other occasions, be handed the au. dience of the North. hungry for something good. This was the first night (Fridayl
 Well, Allan Dale. in his most op. timistic mood, which by the way comes but once in generation, could not have described the feeling and intense delight that expe- rieneed, so what's the use of my trying to tell which or what I liked the better.
 The delightful old song, My Wild Irish Rose which Chauncey Ol- colt has been singing for almost twenty years. and which is as popu- lar today as the day on which he first won recognition as sweet ten r. was so charmingly rendered by Miss Thom Helen, playing the part of Tom ODare. that the audience could have sat there for the rest of
 he night listening to her sweet rippes. The Man About Town has heard the original Chauneey. but when it comes to the Wild Irish Rose" the popular tenor is positively backed up two blocks as compared with Miss Helen.
 IL isn't right to draw comparisons, and in fact it would be a hard thing tG pick out the fayorite, but next to the audacious Tom O'Dare came Miss Doris Garfield. who as Donnie Dolan won the hearts of the whole put uOti SOu hito", Silt played the part of the devil-may care Irish lad so we'll that l lost track of the fact that she was a charming young Miss until she gave an imitation of several of cur local celebrities, and when she re- marked that Nobody wants me" and Charlie Deinert yelled out from niger heaven that T do. you bet!" we'll that's about what the Man About Town wanted to yell too, but he was too bashtul.
 But so charmed did become with all cf them that il would be an easy matter to write for the next week of their cleverness. won't, though, but will just cut it short, advising everyone that can raise the eight bits to go blow them selves even if they have to go without their breakfast the fol lowing morning.
 You have heard about Squirrel Whiskey,' the kind that makes you want to climb teleph ne poles and shinny up ham and egg trees, but you have never, I'll wager, heard of aviation booze. Yet it's sold right here in Fairbanks. You see it was this way. The Man About Town was walking home last Tuesday night, or better Wednesday morning. for it was after midnight (the deponent doth hereby depose and say, in order that he may not incrimnate himself. that he had been sitting up with sick friend). when at the corner of Cush- man and Front street he heard two men, of Fairbanks younger set, arguing and gesticulating in such a manner as to attract the attention of any passer-by.
 Being naturally of an inquisitive nature, and with the idea of a pos sible story The Man About Town approached the parties engag- ed in the heated conversation that might have been mistaken for a quarrel.
 Now please, gentle reader, guess, do please guess before going any farther, what it was all about But you would never guess right, One of the pair wanted, in fact insisted, hat his friend allow him to go to the Nordale to see Captain Martin so that he could borrow the aero plane. He declared it was the easiest thing in the world to fly them; that he knew how to run an auto there's clue for you Sherlo- locko,) and that it was just as easy to fly.
 It would give great pleasure to disclose the identity of the parties Town has had to refer several persons to the pugilistic department in the past week, it is as well f1r appearance" sake to leave them out
 Why, oh, why do all of the old sports of the town line up along Front street between the Nordale