The Cordova daily times., 1916-12-19

of polite society, he had brought hil dogs to the reception, band of hal wild, wolfish creatures.
 As he stood waiting recognition he glanced with a sort of sheepish pride at the new white ribbon badge pinned to the lapel of his flaming mackinaw And thus he hesitated.
 Found One Friendly Face,
 It remained for young Washington himself newcomer in this fast grow ing society, to recognize the stranger
 Well, by the eternal" quoth Wash ington -- it is-no, 1t can't be-yes, sir, Alaska! Klohowya, tillicum!"
 Why, you dog gonned old salmon eater" roared the stranger, delighted to find a friendly face in a strange land. Put her there!'
 Then the young western state intro duced the lusty young northern terri | tory to the rest of the assembly, and the world learned that the last from tier is gone, that the rip-roaring devil may care Alaska, beloved of all fiction writers, is as dead as the Tar Flat and Roaring Camp familiar to the last generation of readers.
 Alaska voted dry! Alaska, the place where, according to popular belief, | ably seconded by the movies" all men had hair on their chest and gulped their "hootch" neat, paying for it with fistfuls of dust; Alaska, where business consisted of finding new klondikes and where pleasure meant squandering their wealth in night: of all places Alaska turned against the Demon Rum, sicking the maia- mutes onto old John Barleycorn and chasing him off the lot Shades of Soapy Smith and Swittwater Bill!
 Why, don't you remember this? If you don't you have read something like it
 It was quiet night at the Tivoli. At the bar, which ranged along one side of the large chinked log room, leaned a half dozen men, two of whom were discussing the relative merits of spruce tea and lime juice as remedies for scurvy. Come up, you all, and drink. Come up, you unburied dead, an name your poison. Come up, everybody This is my night, and I'm going to ride it. Tomorrow I'm 30 and then I'll be an old man. Surge along, you Siwashes and salmon eaters. I'm the mangy old he-wolf Listen to me howl"
 There Was Money In It.
 Fortunes have been made selling that line of talk to magazine editors. All of us love action stories, and most all of us do, have believed for years, that such as that was Alaska.
 And after we all had been carefully educated to believe in that, Alaska pins on a white ribbon, takes the pledge and restOcks all the Tivolis and Nuggets and Klondike bars with grape juice and chocolate ice cream sodas.
 We know that this will be a shock to many believers in the Wild West. It must have been a shock to them when the famous Barbary Coast of San Francisco reformed, and when Seattle converted the old joints on Washing ton and King streets. where Sko0kum Jim and Swiftwater and many another new made millionaire gloried and drank deep, into pool parlors and soft drink saloons.
 But some thoughtful observers who have paid little attention to Alaska saw the change coming years ago. Even before they held a worlds fair at Seattle in 1909. to celebrate the discovery of gold on the Klondike ten years before, the frontier days of Alaska were coming to an end. Big business had discovered Alaska Rail roads were being built, and more have followed. Huge gold dredges began to work the Nome sands. Vast for tunes in copper were discovered, but copper is not mined with a sllice box that a man can knock together on the spot, and the development of these new riches brought armies of laScring men and costly machinery. Powerful companies took over the great fish cries.
 Towns and cities grew up and or ganized chambers of commerce.. kaA the Tanana valley got into friendly 'ivalry with the southeastern section over the size of the rutabagas and cabbages that could be produced from the fields Why, federal school teach. CTS, say, even out on the lonely bio, medes and on the snowy deserts above the Arctic Circle, the traveller will --==------.=---- -