The Alaska citizen., 1916-07-03

| SHttl says that III Ht DIbohS Whirlpool" the spirit Of The Ram part Whirlpool" has risen again. The new paper is published twice per week. namely on Thursdays and Sundays, and contains the local news of the camp. It has adver- Using. too, several of the leading being advertised therein.
 The Whirlpool" is dedicated to the patient toilers who have made the future of the district assured" quoting from the leading article. The motto of the sheet Is Live good? Deed we are We should worry"
 And poetry has it's place in the publication. For at the bottom of the sheet is the following
 All Sun, No Moon;
 All light. no gloom;
 All gold-praty soon.
 June"
 His Goat t is said that Whom Was Out the gods would destroy. On Parade. they first make mad"
 That, at least was evi. dently the idea our cartoOnist gained from the story told him of a little experience I had on Cushman street one evening last week It concerns chiefly United States Marshal Erwin and my boss, although I, of course. as the messenger boy of the mar shal, (and l delivered his message) am included.
 I started up Cushman street on the afternoon in question. l don't know where l was going nor where I went for l was so frightened af ter my experience that remenr 6ered nothing. The fact of the matter is that l. even poor little me, shook until my teeth rattled when l faced the seeming ire and wrath of the mighty marshal. For as l passed an imposing bunch of city celebrities, composed in part of Mayor Myers and Councilmen Ray and Mcintosh, (there were many other people about, but l do not remember who they were on ac- count of my fTight I felt myself plucked by the sleeve and thereupon turned to look into the blazing eyes of Marshal Erwin
 Now if you don't believe that the marshal can swear long and loudly 1 you should have heard him. Why, Hes got a Montana mule skinner or an Alaskan dog musher backed off the map And when l turned around could see heads coming out of doors all the way up Cush man.
 The marshal told me lot of things he was going to do to my don't remember all the things he said (the fright again) but l tried to deliver his message anyhow, for he told me to tell the boss all he had said. don't know why the marshal didn't tell the boss him | self.
 crowd on the street when the marshal collared me. But as soon as the marshal began to talk, those who were standing around melted | silently away. Mayor Myers and Henry Ray went across the street and stood in front of the Panama club. Claude Kelly went halfway into the side door of the Horseshoe and stood looking out in a seem ingly disinterested manner, while Councilman Mcintosh slipped quietly into his drug store and behind the counter. One thing I remember in my fright and between the rawlings of the marshal and that is that 1 could hear Macs" pipe going.
 The marshal has told me since that his rawlings were caused by an editorial which appeared in The Citizen last Monday morning. Won do what he'll say today?
 
 But The Monkey" is the name Dog of a member of the Came Back. canine family which be-
 longs to Jim Fairborn. local manager of the A.-Y. Co. And Jim thinks lot of Monkey, for she has been his almost constant companion for the past several months, or since Dr. L. c. Smith, to whom she formerly belonged, went to the lower river country.
 But Monkey has had her day in Fairbanks. For she looks like all other dogs to the poundmaster, And Jim realizing this, decided to send Monkey to the country, as he didn't want to keep her tied up.
 So Monkey was an outgoing pas senger on Frames automobile for Donnelly last Saturday. But nobody was greatly surprised when Frame wired to his local agent, R. M. Craw' ford. that the dog had made her escape about three miles from town
 Jim is now looking for his dog.