The San Francisco call., 1913-08-29

on consulting map. drawn to scale,
superimpesed on one of the United
States, as we think of It, A member
from Sitka. shaking hands with his
colleague from inside the arctic cir
Gle, would be like Ben Tillman greet
Ing Nelson of Minnesota. ]. c. Ken
nedy, from Candle, 400 miles north of
Juneau. His mileage did not pay his
dog team feed. It took him three
months to get home, on account of
the ice breaking up. for he couldn't t
go over the trail, as 1T was too soft
He was like a Seattle man on a visit
to Delaware. If a member from
Ketchican accepted an invitation from
the Unalaska member for q weekend
visit during the summer, 1t would
mean journey to the Aleutian penin-
sula town that would be farther than
from New York to the English chan
mel and would take much longer.
Some distances, you observe. and some
| territory.
WIVES THEIR PARTNERS
| Naturally these Alaskan Legislators
become acquainted, and one day some
| one noticed that they were not talk
politics. They were speaking some
thing after this wise:
My wife's my pal"
my wife's the best booster our
camp ever had"
My wife plays the Alaska game
with me-"
| MY wife always has a smile; she's
never complained-not once.
II met my wife on the Chilcoot pass.
saw she was better musher than I,
| and I asked her to mush along with
me-
! by George. I don't know where I'd
be II 1t wasn't for my wife.
My wife wouldn't go outside until
| I could go, too; and when the wild
! geese began to honk in passing north
| again she said! Let's go. too, Jim.
! want 10 go home to Alaska Some
sourdough, that womanl"
| Then some one remembered the tale
of the we'll known Alaskan who had
| dug and dug, prospected and pros
| pected, until he had sunk all the
money he had brought into the coun-
try. His wife never lost faith how
! ever, and when the funds went she
/ took her place at the crude windlass
and turned It every time a bucket was
ready to be hoisted. Bucket after
bucket was panned; turn after turn
| the old windlass creaked, but the
heart sickening Lack OF color was
| always met by encouraging words and
steady helper. and the cold was
never mentioned. Then one day the
man climbed wearily out of the
ground. Together they watched the
water and dirt run off the pan he was
holding. Slowly the water dripped.
Slowly the dirt ran off. More slowly
| than all-was 1t faint show OF color 7
CLEAN BECOMES GOLD STRING
The CLEAN grew into a string of
gold. Dirty, wet, grizzled. the man
| threw pan and gold aside and dirty,
wet. sinewy arms were thrown around
a golden wife. A choked voice sobbed.
You'll never have to do another tap
| of work, Nary And the best of 1t Is
the millions were there
80" said Collins. formerly of Chico
as he told me of this episode, I'VE
agreed that a mans best friend In
Alaska was his wife. And the women
who are working for Alaskans and
the natives. like the teachers and the
sisters and the deaconesses-well we
naturally felt that we should give
them the same rights that we claimed
for ourselves. And we made 1t up
! right then and there" he went on
after swallowing hard for a moment
(for which I adored him) that the
way we could show our appreciation
as well as letting the world at large
know what sort O. wives and sweet
hearts and helpers we had north oil
4 3d. was to frame up some sort of a
bill.
4 ut wasn't premeditated. you under
stand he went OH. "but when 1t once
was preached and started you couldn',
have headed 1t off with dynamite. And
I'm proud to say 1t was the first bill
I signed as speaker Of the house,.
i And what was 1T? Here it is.
Provided further. that NOTHING
. herein contained shall be held te