The Alaska daily empire., 1917-05-29
THE STORY OF THE CHICHAGOFF
 GOLD BRICK.
CBy One Who Knows ID

CBy One Who Knows ID
 PRELUDE Being nothing pressed for time. l will try to tell in rhyme The story of a brick they stole away, ] In verse or a near sonnet
 Both in and out of meter.- I'd ought to wear a bonnet?
 I'll surely be discreeter. I'll get the old junk off without delay.
 CANTO I-The Theft X gold brick was stolen last March, By two burglars who thought 1t took
 starch;
 With a Colt automatic. To steal up in the attic And gog n assayer-eratic. Like real oldtime hghwaymen They had kerchicfs cross their faces, The twentieth century touch
 Was nothing very much But a small electric fashight For the dark but likely places. They packed off the brick, (No wonderful trick) And made for their cache, Did these poor white trash.
 SPASM 1.-The Alarm. Ray Banbury. too. was tied to his bed, Said little Ray got a clout on the head So in bed he tarried-- You see he is married And knows right well when enough has
 been said But Nick. like his namesake, isn't
 easily downed: He chewed on that gag and he wiggled
 around;
 He zigzagged downstairs, Round boxes and chairs Still he could utter no sound: So he chewed it some more. As he made through the store, s And soon his sad voice he found; To the watchman he spied He lustily cricf Twas thus did the news get around CHAPTER III-The Trail of the Lone- some Brick Cor The Sleuths Get
 Busy) Now w. C. F. very soon got the news. And in just a few minutes was search
 ing for clues: Through snow. long the beach in their
 tracks he cruiscd, As far's the old mill, and to the right
 around
 Cross a stretch of wind swept, tide
 swept ground; To rocky place. Where he lost all trace. BOOK V-Precautions-A Reward Is
 Posted While the brick lay undiscovered. Buried it was thought: Quite gang of husky mushers For it vainly sought: Rewards were quickly posted Two thousand dollars cash For news about the brick; Or the bad white trash.
 v.-FINAL vERsEs-Dscovery Along the beach where they thought
 twas hid, Guards were placed at the handiest
 parts; While home in the throes of Captain
 Kidd,
 And gazing over old treasure charts, Doping out way. thinking out his
 scheme,
 Full up to his knees in pirate lore tMorgan and Kidd were his only theme) Sat our friend Mac, of the Chich'
 golf store, it'+fNf Al' Well he figured out ways He doped out schemcs The thing was his hobby, Got into his dreams. The Gold Bug" story by E. A Poe. Bout treasure buried beneath a tree; The lure of two thousand in U. S.
 dough:
 Incentive enough for you or me. Though chances of discovery Appeared each day more slim; Strong hopes of it's recoverey, Found firmest root in him. His Sundays off he'd use To search the woods for clues; But he will not have to search them
 any more: He found it meath q tree, U]ard luck for you and me) But he surely tried the hardest did
 old friend at the store.
 LE-Congratulations So here's to you, I. Macumber, And your success attained; As sleuth. you're no back number, Gle dug for what he gained).
 VII-ApOLOGY Now the chap that wrote this story Doesn't think hes a Berton Bralcy; But he hasn't much to do. And he has to do it daily.
 END