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The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
THIS WORLD CRoWDED7
Why, Lake ChampIain, Frozen, Would Easily Hold All It's People.

Why, Lake Champlain, Frozen, would
 Easily Hold All Its People.
 There are on this globe about 1,5OO,- 100000 inhabitants. Most of us, who lack the sense of proportion, at the mention of this big number are apt to speak of the "overpopulation" of the world. Yet if we spare a few moments thought we shall better know what this represents. There is in my study room a geographic globe about fifteen inches in diameter. On that sphere there is marked a little spot about the size of the point of q pencil-at any rate, so small as to make it impossible to write the initials of its name-Lake Champlain-upon it.
 Yet whenever Lake Champlain freezes over there is good standing room for every one of all the inhabi- tants of the earth, and then this lake would be considerably less crowded than some of tEC busy streets of New York. Indeed, strange as it may sound. every one, young and old, would find about one square yard to stand upon. Nay, more, if the very young and the very old would please to stand aside on the shores of the lake the remainder of the total inhabitants of the world could arrange a skating party where there would be less croWding than is seen on q busy winter day on that skat- ing pond in New YOrk's Central park.
 Sketching the picture is like viSualiz- ing the great tragedy of the human race-the few people of this earth do not begin to realize their immense op- portunities and their unused resources; meanwhile they have the insane feel ing that the world is "OyerpOpulated." All our science, our religion, our art have not given us common sense enough to learn how to use them to ! live comfortably and happily-we, this mere handful of inhabitants on this immense world of OUTS. Nor does 1t look as if we were going to get to our senses before many generations to come as long as we keep on muddling and blundering, as long us greed and vanity, lust for power, the main inher- itance of the aims and thoughts of the past, together with some of cur time honOred traditions, keep us in the cold, relentless grip of bygOne ages.-From Renewing the Earth From the Air. by L. H. Baekeland, in Scribners.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
Fastinu For Health.

Thousands of years before 1t was practced as q religious rite fasting was practiced as health measure in Egypt, India and China. COntempo- rary to Cicero was Asclepiades, a Greek physician, who strongly advo- cated this idea, and 1000 years after his day Ibn Sina. philosopher and medical sage, argued the virtues of temporary abstinence on the ground that it came easier than constant mod eratiOn.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
More and More.

The gravedigger in Hamlet" was a very witty man, wittier far than many of the epitaph makers who have adorned headstones with their jingles. A sample of the punning rimes which are cut on tombs follows. It comes from the grave of William More, at Stepney, near London: Here lies one More, and no more than he, The More and no more-how can that bel Why, one More and no more may lie here
 alone
 But here lies one More, and that's more
 than one.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
The Voice of the People.

Lady John Russell visited Paris as q girl in 1880 and witnessed the some what artificial enthusiasm for Louis Philippe, who had just been placed on the throne by the revolution. Tt is said" we are told, that any small boy in those days could exhibit the king to curious sightseers by raising a cheer outside the Tuileries windows, when his majesty, to whom any mani- festation of enthusiasm was extreme ly precious, would appear automaticaL ly upon the balcony and bow"
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Basket ball is holding the atten- tion of the sports loving folk of Skagway at present. A spirited came between the B. P. O.Elks and the w. P. A. Club teams was play ed Friday evening resulting in vic tory for the White Pass club. Danc- ing followed the game.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mrs. Clarence Sands of Discovery, arrived in Skagway this week, and after 8 short visit with friends went south on the Princess Sophia. Mrs. Sands will spend the greater part of her time in Vancouver, B. C., but will visit for a few days in Seattle and will return north about the first O May.
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The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
SYSTEM AND PRINTING

Don't put 1t off, but order your printing now which You will need when you put in your new system.
 The Daily Alaskan job department Is peter equipped than ever to do your work. Prices right and work promptly executed. If.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mrs. Emily Moffatt and Miss May Barber, who have been visiting with Miss Agnes c. Moffatt during the Princess sophia for their home. past several months, left on the Mrs .Moffatt will go to Montreal, Canada and Mss Barber to Mechan- icsville, New York.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mir. Charles O. Walker now in Juneau on jury duty has remembered his Shagway friends by sending them ecme excellent fish, fresh and cured. Halibut, oolichan, smoked salmon a d
 smoked salmon and red snapper are among the choice tidbits.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
Aue and Youth.

W. D. Howells said of old age at one of his Sunday afternoons:
 Age is mOdester than youth. I've often noticed that when tell mother that her daughter is the image of what she was herself at nineteen the mother is delighted, but the daughter looks startled"
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
Life In the Navy.

And what do you sailors do2" asked a visitor on one of our battleships.
 Well" responded the jolly tar, I've does what we please until we are told to do something else, and then we does that something else pretty darn quick" Boston Transcript.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Miss Gene Coryell of Douglas who is ill town the guest of her sister, Mrs. Albert A. Rousseau, has ac- ceutel the position occupied recent ly by Mrs. Clarence c. Olsen at the Popular Picture Palace as musi- elan.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
$ THE WEEK IN SOCIETY E.
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MT and Mrs. Prosper H. Ganty were passengers south on the Prin- cess Sophia on their way east and will be gone for about a month. Prosper the second, and Marian will make their home at the Pull leu House during the absence of their parents.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
Busy.

"Bliggins says a man ought to attend to his own business"
 "Yes. But he thinks it's his business to show everybody else how to attend to his business. ."-Washingt Star.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mir. w H. Henson left on the Princess Sophia for a business wis it to Seattle to be away for about 9 month
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mr. and Mrs. William HargraYes with their two children are now oc- cupying the Eyille cottage recently vacated by the family of w. L. LandsborOugs.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mrs. H. E. Browne who has been somewhat indisposed for few days is much better and attending once more to her household duties.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Mr. Jerry Quinlan is slowly i'm proving in health, but is still con fined to his home with his sister, Mrs. Martin Conway.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

Miss Agnes c. Moffatt Is now making her home at the Pullen House.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20

MT. L. A. Harrison made bus mess trip to Juneau this week, re- turning on Thursday.
The daily Alaskan., 1917-01-20
AlwaYa the Way.

This world has place for every body, but there's usually somebody else in it.-Clpveland Plain naalnr
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Mr. Frank Page, our city marshal who went to Juneau onbusiness re- turned home on Sunday.
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Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14

ried the bust down to Mrs. Land
lady as a surprise. to her upon her
birthday.
The moment of the presentation
was not propitious. She was deep
in a dispute with a radesman about
his bill. the cook had struck, check
given her by a recent lodger had
come back from the bank marked
n. e., and the boiler, running true
to form, had sprung a new leak.
The futility of that bust as he
tiptoed into the steaming kitchen
and set it before her on the table,
piled high with unwashed dishes,
was the last straw. With one sweep
of her arm she sent it crashing to
the floor; then, in a crescendo of
wrath, she voiced her opinion of a
man who would permit his wife to
slave her life away while he occupied
his time with such dilettante tritiing.
She shifted the years for instances
of his incompetence. She unpadlock-
ed her mind and heart and drew out
secret hoards of resentment and de-
spair. She unrolled a panorama of
his shortcomings and ineptitudes-
At first the man wavered and
seemed inclined to flee. Then he
Strengthened up and, without at
tempting reply or recrlmlnatlOn,
faced the bursting shells untiinch-
ingly. At last, when she had lost her
voice and was dissolving into tears,
he took her by the arm and, with a
rev air of authority, put her out of
the kitchen.
You're a little upset this morn
ing, my dear" he said quietly. Let
me take hold here"
The first thing he did was to get
a broom and sweep up the scatter
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14
SHREW tanned
in REAL LIFE
Read How a Little, Inoffen-
Sive Man Turned Tables
on His Wife

The Tanning of the Shrew is a
classic. r'e Tanning of Petruchio re-
mains to be written. But was wit
ness to its accomplishment once in
real life; and what I didn't see my
self the shrew told me.
was living in a remarkably
well-managed, small hotel in a re-
mote western town. The man of the
house was gentle, inept, vague
soul who, having successively failed
in many different business ventures,
surrendered the helm of their bark
to his wife and placidly accepted the
role of boarding-house landlady's
husband.
1t was a sinecure beside which the
proverbial fifth wheel of a wagon
StdiluS do lhO SSLiDOL VI uSSi uiiSSS
and busy diligence.
After the manner of women, his
wife apologized for him on the
score of il1-health, and tried to
represent him as an indispensable
adjunct to the establishment. How
she would ever be able to manage
without him. Mrs. Landlady said.
she didn't know. And this in the
face of the fact that she couldn't
even send him to the butchers s
with an order and be sure that he
would not forget it on the way.
His sole function in life seemed
to be to eat three hearty meals day
and between times prowl around the
house with a tack-hammer in his
hand which he never, by any chance,
put to use; or else to tinker with the
hot water pipes until they sprung
a-leak and the plumber had to be
sent for.
Then one day a departing boarder
left in his room some modelling clay,
and the husband. either through en-
nui because of his purposeless exist
ence or with some dim artistic i'm
pulse stirring in his soul, laid hands
on it and bore it away to his attic
chamber.
There in secret he toiled over it
with his inexpert, clumsy fingers un-
til finally, after many attempts, he
evolved a rude bust of his wife. the
likeness being suggested by the comb
in her back hair.
He worked feverishly to get it
done in time. and then, thrilling
with pride over his creation, he car
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14
(To BE Continued)
DEPoRTING BELGIANs AGAIN

Havre, France, May IA. - 1nforma-
tion officially received by the Belgian
Government is to the effect that all
males between the ages of Is and So
in the Belgian province of LuXem-
burg have been deported for work in
France and Germany and the neigh
borhood of the frontier. The instruc-
tions say that the burgomaster
teacher and notary in each commune
may remain there.
A census of women also has been
taken. and they have been divided in
to three categories. The first, compos-
ed of the ablebodied, who will be
compelled to work in the fields, re-
placing men; the second, mothers with
infants, who will be allowed to remain
at home, and the third. the others who
will remain at the disposition of the
German authorities and whose mis-
sion is unknown. In the census no
distinction has been made regarding
social standing.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14

stock ] have in the gap goes to my
niece, Nan, your wire.''
She looked from one to the other
OF the two men. "All that l have,
she said in turn, the lands in the
gap, everywhere around Music noun
tain, go to you two equally together,
or whichever survives. And If you
both live, and L do not, remem Der
my last message-bury the past in
my grave.
Duke Morgan tested the cinches OF
the saddle on the Lady once more,
unloosed the tugs once more from
the horses shoulder. examined each
buckle of the collar and every inch
of the two strips of leather, the re-
enforced fastenings on the whiffie-
tree, rolled all up again, strapped it.
and stood by the head till De Spain
swung up into the saddle. He bent
down once to whisper a last word
OF cheer to his wife, and, without
looking back, headed the Lady into
the storm.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14
(Continucd)

Quartering against the mad hurri-
cane, they drove and rode on until
the team could hardly be urged to
further effort against the infuriated
elements-De Spain riding at inter
walls as far to the right and the left
as he dared in vain quest of a land
mark. When he halted beside the
wagon for the last time he was a
mass of snow and ice; horse and
rider were frozen to each other. He
got down to the ground with visible
effort, and in the singing wind told
Duke his plan and purpose.
He had chosen on the open desert
hollow falling somewhat abruptly
from the north, and beneath it's
shoulder, while Morgan loosened the
horses, he scooped and kicked away
drawn just above the point of refuge
and the two men, with the aid of the
wind, dumped it over sidewise, ma
king of the body a windbreak over
the hollow, a sort of roof, around
which the snow, driven by the gale,
would heap itself in hard waves.
| Within this shelter the men slowed
Nan. The horses were driven down
behind it, and from one of them
De Spain took the collar, the
tugs and the whiffietrees. He stuck
hitching strap in his pocket, and
while Morgan steadied the Lady's
head, De Spain buckled the collar on
her, doubled the tugs around the
whiffletree, and fastened the roll at
her side in front of the saddle.
Nan came out and stood beside
him as he worked. When he had
finished she put her hand on his
sleeve. He held her close, Duke list
ening, to tell her what he meant to
f,~Nr 70 Ia 81, l. ~ -
| be the last moment together. "One
thing and another have kept us from
marriage vows, Man." said De Spain,
beckoning at length to Morgan to
step closer that he might clearly
hear. Nothing must keep us longer.
Will you marry me?"
She looked up into his eyes. i've
promised you l would. / will promise
every time you ask me. / never could
have but one answer to that, Henry
it must always be yes!"
Then take me, Henry" he said
slowly, here and now for your we'd
ded husband. Will you do this, Nan?"
Still looking into is eyes, she an
swered without earprise or fear:
Henry, do take you"
And l, Henry, take you. Nan, here
and now for my welded wife, for bet
tcr for worse, for richer for poorer,
from this day forward. until death us
do part"
They sealed their pact with a silent
embrace. De Spain turned to Duke.
You are the witness of this mar
riage, Duke. You will see, if an acci-
dent happens, that anything, every
thing l have-some personal prop
erty-my fathers old ranch north of
Medicine Bend-some little money in
bank at Sleepy Cat-goes to my wife,
Nan Morgan de Spain. Will you see
to it?"
IT will. And If it comes to me
you, De Spain, will see to it that what
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14

When Karen stopped on the
threshold of Dick Armstrong S
studio expecting to find a gay sup
per party gathered, and instead
making the discovery that she was
the only guest, she stood for a few
minutes looking into Dicks blue
eyes. She realized in a minute that
things had reached crisis in her
relations with Dick, and the way
that she conducted herself at this
time might mean everything to her.
OF course she could not know that
Dick himself felt queer some
thing under his usual gay manner
that he could not explain, a feeling
that he quickly smothered as some
thing absurd. Karen Mikal was no
different from hundreds of women
he had known. He could make her
care if she didn't already care a
little for him, and what did it mat
ter, anyway; her caring was the
least of his thoughts. And yet, was
it? If Dick had stopped to think at
all. he would have seen that her
caring meant more than he wanted
it to mean.
Karen decided in a minute not
to play the innocent role. Dick s
eyes as he met hers had been too
full of meaning. She stood against
the closed door and looked at him
evenly.
"Well?" she questioned coolly.
Dick threw back his handsome
moment, to touch this girl, and he
walked over to her deliberately and
caught her up against him. Karen
knew at that moment, If she never
knew before, that she loved him,
loved him as she had always known
she would love some day, but to
admit of it for a single Instant now
would end everything.
She did not struggle, simply re-
manned passive. Dick turned her
face up to him roughly and in the
darkness found her lips. There was
n moment, a long moment, and then
he raised his head quickly.
Il love you! Do you hear? !
want you!"
Karen said nothing.
Don't you care at all?" Dick
burst out. "I have looked at you at
times when 1 could swear YOU did"
The girls attitude was disarming
and he slowly released her. Two
feelings were fighting for domi.
nance in his heart. One was an ir-
TeSlSllDle ueSlre TO crush nef III MS
arms. to force her to admit that she
cared; the other was surprise at her
attitude of nonresistance. He had
expected her either to instantly sur
render or to struggle against him,
and he had been met, instead, with
absolute Indifference.
"I'll make him care" the girl was
saying fiercely to herself. I'll make
him humble for once, and If can't
do it he won't have me, no matter
how much I want him.
Again they stood facing each
other, each with the memory of
that one wild moment uppermost.
you know 1 want YOU" Dick
burst out, his voice a little un-
steady.
Yes. could hardly help know
ing that" Karen said evenly. She
was no longer the girl she had been
that afternoon, dressing for her
lover; fearful of the hot look in his
eyes, she was another girl. remote,
different, a stranger to herself. "The
stage setting is so perfect and the
hour so beautifully timed" she con-
tinued, a hard little note creeping
into her voice.
Dick continued to stare at her,
and she met his eyes with her own
inscrutable and cold.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14
The Honeymoon House
By HAZEL DALE

what made you think I loved
you?" she questioned.
'It doesn't matter" said Dick
ruthlessly, whether you care or
not, I do"
"Oh, and my feelings aren't sup
posed to count at ALL" Karen said,
forcing a soft little laugh You're
all wrong, Dick; even you will ad-
NIT that"
"You don't know what it is to
care, do you," he said quickly. i
don't believe you have it in you"
"Oh, but have" interrupted
Karen. You see, you haven't much
to offer, Dick. l am waiting for
the real thing. ] don't think OF
love the way you think of it. When
a man loves me it won't be a COM
Portable kind of love. it won't be
a love that he can tire of whenever
he likes; he will have to give me
great deal to measure up to what
can give him.
Karen laughed again and turned
away. And now, Mr.. Dick Arm
strong, if you are quite sure that
| am not what you thought me and
if the amusing little play is quite
finished I'll be going home"
Dick was furiously angry. his
conceit had been given a hard jolt
/ Even his sudden impulse to use
force was swallowed up by the fact
that with all of his sureness, an6
his success with women, the one
woman that he wanted to care had
laughed at him. He made no effori
! to detain her when Karen crossed
over to the door and opened 1t. The
next minute she was flying dowr
the stairs, her one thought to gel
home. She had met the enemy and
conquered, but how was she te
keep up hostilities when she loved
him?
ITO ho confinuadN
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-14

the last possible moment of endur-
ance, because the Lady made better
time when he was on her back.
When the struggle to remount had
been repeated until nature could no
longer by any staggering effort be
made to respond to his will. until his
legs were no longer part of his be-
numbed being--until below his hips
he had no body answerable to his
commands, but only two insensible
masses of lead that anchored him to
the ground-he still forced the
frozen feet to carry him, in a feeble.
monstrous gait beside the Lady,
while he dragged with his hands on
the saddle for her patient aid.
One by one every thought, as if
CONCEALED in their brain cells. desert
ed his mind-save the thought that
he must not freeze to death. More
than once he had hoped the insens-
ate fury of the blizzard might abate.
The Lady had long since ceased to
try to face it-like a stripped vessel
before a hurricane, she was drifting
under it. De Spain realized that his
helpless legs would not carry him
farther. His hands, freezing to the
pommel, no longer supported him.
They finally slipped from it and he
fell PROSTATE in the snow beside his
horse. When he would cry out to
her his frozen lips could humble no
words. 1t was the fight no longer
OF a man against nature, but only of
an indomitable soul against q cruel,
hateful death. He struggled to his
feet only to fall again more heavily.
He pulled himself up this time by
the stirrup strap, got his hands and
arms up to the pommel, and clung to
1t for q few PAGES more. But he fell
at last, and could not longer rise
from the ground. The storm swept
increasingly on.
The Lady, checked by the lines
wrapped on his arm, stopped. De
Spain lay q moment. then backed her
ur a step. pulled her head down by
the bride, clasped his wooden arms
around her neck, spoke to her and
lifting her head, the mare dragged
him to his feet. Clumsily and help
lessly he loosened the tugs and the
whiffietree, beat his hands together
with idiotic effort. hooked the mid
die point of the whiffietree into the
elbow of his left arm. brought the
forearm and hand against his shoul-
der, and with the hitching strap
lashed his forearm and upper arm
tightly together around the whiffle-
tree.
He drew the tugs stiff1y over the
Lady's back, unloosed the cincheS of
the saddle, pushed it off the horse
and, sinking into the snow behind
her. struck with his free arm at her
feet. Relieved of the saddle, the Lady
once more started, dragging slowly
behind her through the snow a still
breathing human being. Less than
an hour before it had been a man.
1t was hardly more now, as the Lady
plodded on, than an insensate log.
But not even death could part it
again from the horse to which De
Spain, alive, had fastened it.