Douglas Island news., 1914-09-16

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 PAr's ATTIrUDE-Perhaps everybody knows Pat Casey, who works down in the First Territorial Bank, along with Al Gurr. Pats duty in the bank is Go count the money every day, and he has learned to be very exact, not only in this, but in everything he undertakes. Nothing disgusts him SO much as sloppy work or a misstatemeut of fact. Pat returned last week from a big bear hunt down at Doty's cove, and it is said that all of the bears are now chased out or that country. Upon his return Pat met countryman who was very soicitous as Co the number of bears that had been actually slaugh- tered and finally wound up by asking the question: "Aud say, Patrick, did any of the shaggy beasts bite yep
 "Oh, bite me fut," says Pat. And that is considered a great joke in these days.
 YoU CAN'T STOP TuEM-The big 800 mill dowu at Treadwell makes a terrible noise that can be heard for miles. Any one who never heard the 300 mil never heard real noise. The main roadway or street passes close to the mill and or dinary pedestrians never attempt con versatiou when passing on account of the terrific roar But the other day two fine looking yousg matrons were walking up toward Douglas from the Treadwell store busily engaged in con versation about dress. When they came Go The 300 they paid DO attention to the noise, but kept on talking, rais- ing their voices Co a high, shrill key tbat could be heard above the thunder of the stamps CT tell you, that dress Mrs. -- wore at the reception was just shameful, aud if the tonies keep on they will soon be making a whole dress out of a piece of cloth no bigger than a good sized handkerchief, and them waists, cut clear down to - and distance swallowed the rest of the sentence. A mere man who heard it all afterwards told a friend, "i tell you, nothing iu God Almighty's world will stop their talking"
 SHor OFF Ills MoUTH-Back in the good old days when gay aud festive cowboys roamed the Western plains, one of them, who tangled up in a game of poker, was slow with his gun, and it was up Co the bunch to arrauge for the funeral. The deceased had been a good sport, free with his money, and the boys decided Co give him a first class sendoG, with a preacher and all the Rxiugs. The little town contained one church and a preacher with red whis- kers, whose services were engaged. The little church was packed with cowboys to whom the experience was novel. Every man was sober and deeply re- spectful The choir sang, "Nearer, My God. Go Thee" and the minister launch ed forth with a tirade against the evils of drink, applied it Co the dead cowboy and landed him at the bottom of never-endiug hell. Fingers nervously toyed with ever ready guns, and faces grew white with passion as the men lis- tened to the bitter invective, but there was DO outbreak and the service ended in peace. But that night the cowboys drank long and deep, and then shot up the town, all the while vOwing never to enter a church again, and cursing that preacher, who was always afterwards known by the name they gave him, ~Billygoat" Wilson. History sometimes repeats itself.
 STYLE ON THE WEST COAsT.-"Folks what thinks that it cuts no ice what you wear in Alaska should be warned in time" This was the remark made by a man who has been living for some time out on the west coast of Prince of Wales island. Continuing, he said: "I left Ketchikan in somewhat of a hurry, aud when I reached the West Coast was