The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-08-26

Why, it's down this side Of Cinema.
 That seemed to stump the little fel- low. He looked silently at the ground a while, evidently thinking hard. Finally he raised his freckled face, a look of resignation on it. "We-e-l-l," he announced, "th-a-t-t's a l-o-n-ng wa-a-y, but HI need tn mon-n-n-ey, 500 Pl-ll go-o-oh."
 He approached another man with a pail of raspberIies end answered his question as follows We'll I guess a dollar. But if you think it too much s-i-x-b-i-ts II d-o-o." Needless to say he sold the berries. PEACEFUL Several days ago H. HENRY Burbank Hanford, of HAS CAME the Birch Hill potato
 patch, "came t taown on shank's mare" after supplies. He stood on the edge of the sidewalk on Front street with two we'll known mining men-Jesse Whitman and Val Diebold. Of course, Henry's famous spuds was the topic, and peo- pie up on the bridge and all up and down the street, were listening to Henry. Evidently the two mining men were bargaining" for the "wiz- ards" spud crop. "Yes sir!" declared Henry in his "gentle" tones; "Pve already sold all my crop-over a year ago!" Well" said Jesse, keep ing straight face, as a crowd gathered round, "you know. MT. Han ford, the price of potatoes is liable to go away up." The spud king squirted stream of star plug into the gutter, shifted his little muslin game" sack around on his hip, strut ted, with legs wide apart, looked up at Jesse and declared: q don't care f they do go up! I can't help it!" The crowd moved back to safety as the wizard energetically emphasized his words with his stick. q gave my word on my crop, I did!!" An other one of the crowd asked, in camouflaged earnestness: But couldn't it be made an object to sell" Object nothin', sir!!" he interrupted more excitedly. "I never break my word!" he finished, assum- ing an injured expression, as he look ed at the faces around for approval. "I claim," he declared vigorously, nod ding his grizzled head, almost shak- ing down his head net, "that man should hold his word as sacred as Uncle Sam holds his Liberty bonds! Yes sir!" And you can lay to it that none disputed Henry.
 REGULAR Last Thursday noon BARNUM Rancher Sam Widener SHOW "driv in," over the
 bridge from his home. stead, two miles down the slough. Sam was tickled to death, chuckling away over something he had in his green high-box farm wagon, by heck. Sam had laid the object in a nice soft bed of freshly cut green grass, in the bottom of the wagon box. Everybody knows Sam, and several went out to his wagon to see what he had, that tickled him so. Smiling, Sam stopped, and several were soon clambering up on the wagon; some stood on the wheels, while many more were waiting for a chance to climb up and see what was in the crate. And still they came! (Who said everybody had gone Outside?) And those who came and "seen" eX- pressed much surprise at the object, and made such loud commotion that people ran from every direction. Purple colored, too," remarked one who had seen. Several joshed the laughing Sam, sitting, holding the lines. "Where'd you catch it, Sam?' Sam grinned, "Oh, down on my ranch!" When everybody had satis- fled their curiosity Sam drove on, receiving many congratulations. Gid dapp!" Sam hadn't got any farther than the Model before another crowd, bigger than before, ran out to see the what-is-it. Sam grinned proudly "What've y got, Sam?" Some fel- lows actually left their dinners to run out. Sam obligingly stopped again, "Whoa-a. Dobbin!" And again a crowd surrounded the grinning Sam, asking one another "What is |it?" Everybody's curiosity being satisfied once more the chuckling farmer continued on his way. Where are you taking it, Sam?" someone shouted. And for answer Sam's grin broadened as he drove on. A lady asked Sam from the sidewalk, What is it Sam?" "It's crate of new po- tatoes, man," answered Sam, smil- ing proudly. And they sure were pippins! The Spanish variety.
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