The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-06-24

l to buy the "aeo.naughty.ist" suit to wear here in the Fourth of July races, as he expects to be in the air most of the time. only hitting the high places
 AT TER Tom Gibson says 6ObbIE'S the bunch who start GOAT ed over the troi, with him and Shel- don are having the time of their young lives. but 1t seems to be Fri. day the 18th all the way for Bob St. George.
 To start with, Bob was so fussed up running around to tell all the girls good bye that he forgot his purse. When the Eighteen mile house was reached he missed il and threw the contents of his suit case around in vain search for his pocketbOok. even turning his un- derwear wrong side out to see if Harry Emmett had hidden 1t in his B. V. D. pockets
 Just about this time Abe McCord came tearing up the trail in his Red Devil with a wallet that Dad had discovered in Bob's room. Right here the jobbers started and de. clared that Harry St. George had of lered $lO0 to anyone who would catch the coming hero" Then they started. the road house men after him with tales of the glacier ere vases and the rope ascent to the top of d precipice which must be made. and the roughness of the ice. which would cut your feet to pieces.
 (Bob had on only light shoes), etc. Sheldon got ahead and telephoned back from Rapids to Miller's to have everyone bring rubber footwear, and when the stage got ready to move Bob was in the kitchen wheedline the cook out of the covers of seal tight hams to make himself some mukluks.
 We think these are the least of his troubles, for Bob Sheldon is in the car ahead and preparing for the one they have fixed as the tender foot of the party
 SHE WAS Noble Allison Dad) NOBLE Shaw-who put the BIRD. Shaw in Shaw house was, with the writ. CT, among crowd at the Pioneer dock recently, forming part of the usual scene, at the Shusana's depart ure for Nenana. We two were out in front of Stein's ensconced in two of Izzie's secondhand wheelbarrows, which stood on the sidewalk. Dads rowing, observing gaze rested on the handsome delivery rig of the New Cascade laundry. standing. chueging impatiently at the curb close by. And as he gazed he gave his head very doubtful shake By jing." he declared. still gazing at the we'll kept rig. its brightly painted top having the familiar beautiful cas- cade scene on It's sides, ito look at that car you'd never think il went through what 1t did!" Dad leaned back in his buggy" both hands clasped on one knee. "I bought that car in Detroit. when went back home to Michigan in 1915; got 1t right from the great Henry himself at the big factory, and 1t was one of the thousand turned out that very day. guess I got 1t the cheapest that Ford cars'll be again for many year-three ninety. believe paid. but was to get Il rebate after certain number were sold. l got the rebate as soon as got back here. When 1 told Henry was from Alaska, and said l was going to drive his car over the Valdez trail to Fairbanks, he heartily shook my hand and earnestly wished me good luck and GOdspeed on my trip. But that little old car WENT SOME before finally starting over the Valdez trail" We turned to watch s. K. Stewart, the present driver. and one of the proprietors of the laundry, opening the green doors behind and pile in stacks of snowy linen. "I drove it to the worlds fair at Frisco. over the Lin coin Highway. most of the way. through Chicago. Omaha and Salt Lake," Here Dads face took on reminiscent grin. And believe me. we passed good many big touring cars stuck along the roads!" The writer asked, "Did you ship the car from Frisco. Dad?" "No." he an swered, "I ran 1t to Seattle. by Portland, and the only expense of the whole trip from Henry's factory right to the Shaw House was what l had to pay for shipping her up on the boat from Seattle. She Is dandy little carl" he finished. as