The Alaska citizen., 1915-08-30
A Woman, a Dog and a Walnut Tree
By Pat O'Cotter Seward, Ala ska.

And shes looked back home as an alien Where her treatment makes honest gag Shes treated the same the harot Who barters her body for pef And carries it home to her master, And is told to look after herself. Of course we're orphan adopted, When off by the great Russian Bear And lots been the lot of orphan, And we've had stage orphans care. Our coal land was grabbed by our Uncle, Our copper and furs by the Jews, While another gang grabbed all the salmon And corrupted our natives with booze Our Uncle took all of our townsites, Each harbor's a naval reserve,
 And the water that down the hillsides, Has been gobbled by statesmen with nerve, Our gold goes to pay off Sam's taxes Till there's damned little left here, you bet, And after the gang get their rake off, Pray, what does the poor orphan get? Sam gave us an army commission And told it to build a trail,
 But all that he gave was permission. Sam didn't come through with the "kale' Now trail in Alaska costs money, And when Dick tries to get bill through, Some jackass from Maine reads his figures And moves the amount cut in two" Our Uncle Sam owns all the cables, And the prices he gets sin. It costs for word to Seattle Than it does from Salt Lake to Berlin. Our coast lines are rugged and broken, A menace to each ship that sails, Yet sam has money for coast lights They get the same treatment trails. And Alaska is some husky orphan, We could reach from the Gulf to B. C. We could stand with foot in Kansas While the other washed by the sea. Yet we've only voice there in Congress, And that ones bereft of a vote, And has to get someone's permission Ere he loose the protest from his throat. Sam gave group legislative But barred them the making of laws; They could only "memorialize Congress" And give it the and cause
 The cry of the world is for Home Rule, Yet imported fools crowd bench, And of their mining decisions Send up to high Heaven, their stench. You made us quit gambng-thats all right But thing that nobody knows Is why Sam let bonehead from Georgia Hang the crepe own picture shows. We're all hedged about with restrictions, And Sam won't you in Us confide Why of your damphool ideas Are not tried on someone Outside? ,ic 1a,,I'c Ina lap nd nf And the men up nere know what we need We're sick of your bunch from the Outside, Whose only incentive is greed
 We've stood for Pinchots Conservation, We've stood for your carpet bag horde, Who have grabbed off the jobs in Alaska As sort of polite reward.
 But Sam, take tip from roughneck, Go slow now and don't crowd your hand, Or some day you'll find that the orphan Has quit creeping, and learned how to stand. Don't make us the goat for the theories Advanced by some government cog, And don't use this land for station For trying things out on the dog We gaze OCT the line of the Yukon When we're watching neighbors at play, And wonder why Uucle Sammy Don't treat his Alaskans that way. We look at their broad graded highways Then gaze at own halfblazed trails, And, Sam. it comes damned near to envy When We think of their thrice week mails. They don't know the word conservation Their resources, all theirs to use, When they ask their Uncle to help them, Their Uncle don't often refuse. Their Uncle has helped them develop, Furnished work for who were broke And Sam. when it to coast lights They make ours look like joke. But in spite of it all, Sam, we love you, We love every thread in the Flag, We love every stream in Alaska We love every cliff. every crag. We're not like the woman dog. Sam, And we're not like the walnut tree. Cause to be loved in return, Sam, And Sam, you are blind, you'd