The Alaska citizen., 1917-09-24


 can see that Mack will blame 1t onto me SCHOOL DAYS The days of Sport are AGAIN at an end, and now "a teer needs a friend for yesterday the old school bell did ring the sad and solemn knell of joys of field and woods and brooks From this day on, those pesly books, will get our Willie's goat for fair, and every morn he'll comb his hair and grab his hat at half-past eight and then for school he'll pull his freight, with books and tablets meath his wing; he'll poke along like everything while dreaming dreams of keen delight. He dreams the school burned in the might or that upon that very day the teacher I'D and ran away and then got married with a whoop and left the school board in the soup
 He dreams that Wilson made rule de claring that the place called school would have to close a year or two-at least until the war l is through and teachers would get thirty years for pestering the precious dears: lie dreams the while he pokes along that Woody says it's wrong all wrong, that kids should II have to go to school and learn the doggoned Golden Rule and that they ought to have their way, and ought to be allowed to play from month to month and year to year with neither books nor school to tear.
 Such thoughts he ponders OCT and OCT until the open school house door doth i'll ms youthful soul with pain-the kids tive mn utes late again.
 SLIM PACKARD Oh start the music and |JN TOWN. the song and keep it up
 the whole night long and stop the clocks for what care we what time of day or night it be- Let's open up keg of nails and to the breezes spread our sails, let not conventions bar our way; for this is flies one little day-because Slim Packard s come to town to give the camp the up ana down.
 Oh what is all this noise l hear, this bursr of song, this rousing cheer? It's Pack ards night and that IS why, the Northern lights swish through the sky, to light things up so he can see the tralls about the camp and gee, he says this place IS surely nom, and that he never more will roam beyond the outskirts of the camp. He says he gets all awful cramp when anybody says to him fioN goes 1t i'll Nenana, ollm!"
 And thus 1t is his g ladsome tace IS spread ing sunshine every place-the same olo ollili ot days of yOre, has come to dwell Wlln u' once more. His laugh doth cure hundred Ills, it's better far than liver pills; hls smile luoth thaW the winter freeze, and so Oul ollm, equipped with these, Will cheer the clty up a blt-We need him, too, no doubt oI Il.
 Eve known this glnk III years gone Dy when he was just about knee high, and every ume we chance to meet as years go by so uoggoned fleet, be dlnged ii 1 don't 11nd II true, he's grown at least foot or two. lHOkN OLD The Jingle Man IS sure IH l4NN? perplexed and has to
 stop and say "N hat next:" and so, pray tell me Ii you can, who III the deuce IS I.lZDeth Ann! Tor yesterday a letter came, twas typed and didn't pear the name ot her who sent 1t, and gee "hlZ' II she IS who l think she IS perhaps Il stay Ill here at that To show what am driving at, lust read below the line ot dope that came within the envelopes:
 "The Citizen has Jingle Man, and he ist does tn best he can Ill Wrltln up the 1olkS ne knows, the weather and the pitcher shows, but he never writes of 'Llzbeth Anll-noW amt ne funny Jingle Man: And when he lst waddles down the street, why, he allus looks so clean and neat, everybody says Howdy do, does being fat ever bother you:" Men he says, Why not single, man'-aln't he tat little Jingle Man? And some day when lngle II Man IS gone and Mister Hess lst works all alone, won't you and me an the town be sad? l bet too that he'll feel so bad that he'll come back ist fast as he can. Now, won t