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The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
THE TRIAL. OF WILLIAM II.
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 Is the spokesman for the government aware, asked d member of the British house ol commons recently of Bonar Law, that ~ nobody particularly wants the kaiser to be brot here:' The remark was greeted with cheers Probably no city or country is special Iy eager for the distinction of being selected for d state trial which would give the hum blest hamlet a place in history The logical place might appear to be Geneva, the head quarters OI the league of natiOns but neither Geneva nor Switzerland nor the league of nations would be pleased by that arrangement. To hold the trial i'll a neutral country, which on general principles might seem the ideal plan Is Ill fact impossible ii only because of the mIayOraDIe attitude of neutrals toward the trial OI the former German emperor by his enemies.
 Ii the trial is to be held in the capital oI q beIllgcrent nation London is perhaps as rational a choice as any, yet one gets the i'm prcssOn that the announcement of this choice has not been well received ill any country. The American commission at Paris seems some what ineXphCably perturbed over 1t, if we may trust the report that it is asking Presde1 Wilson by wireless II he promised to support Lloyd George i'll demand for the extradition o1 NlIIlamlland his transportation to London Tor trlaI. Ih1s can refer only to the place, tor by the treaty the allied and associated poWers-~ilI address a request to the govern ment OI the Netherlands for the surren- der to them of the ex-emperor in order that he may be put on trial.'
 ln some respects where the trial is held may be matter of indifference, and since 1t IS to be international the legal practices of the country i'll which it is conducted are i'm materaI; the procedure would be the same at London or at Lhassa. Yet the choice of l on don evidently produces disagreeabe impres- sion, i'll England as well as in other countries Perhaps it recalls unpleasantly the often drawn parallel to the rivalry between Rome and Carthage and suggests an imperial tri- umph i'll way which only Britons of the Bot tomley type are likely to relish. But whether the trial will take place at all is yet to be seen; William II is still in Holland
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
FAIRBANKS MAY
 HELD BIG JOB
ORMaR OPERATOR IN CHARGE HERE WAS CHIEF OF RADIO
 COMMUNICATIONS.

word has been received here that Lieutenant Colonel Robert Lognry. formerly operator In charge of the telegraph station ill this cIty. held au important post with the American ..Nped,tiouary forces lu France. lie "as attached to the general uoad 4dar,crs and Was chief of all lduIo ummumcatIon, having complete JuI. .,,ICuUu over t.te wireless stations ..rdnlalned by the three separate american armies on the DaL,e front ..r mas probably returned 10 the states y! this lnne and is soon due to be re- ,.Icd from the army.
 When he first arrived in France Loghry, then a captain, was made chief of the wireless communication of the first army, and d. the two her .s.Inles arrived his scope was cnlarg- rd until it embraced the radio work ui all the armies. For years he has Deru an enthusiastic student of radio tlcgraphy and it Was due to his rec. ord as all enlisted man in the signal
 tps that he received ms lmportan post.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
GROWING OLD AND SAD
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1t IS a common belief that as person ad- Vances i'll years he becomes not only wiser but a sadder man. That one should gain knowledge as he grows older is thoroughly i'll order, but that he should become increasing ly burdened with the cares of life and sadden- ed because of hopes that have not been full titled IS not necessary Condition
 It IS true that the clouds that gather about the setting sun do take sober coloring from an eye that has kept watch on mans mortality, to paraphrase Wordsworth a bit and that the thOt ot constantly essening activity and pros poets which age entails, is enough to make one pause and consider. But consideration that goes far enough will reveal that all time, whether of this world or another, is an un- ending opportunity for progression
 After al the whole matter of age, is something that has to do with the mind rather than the body. And when the body begins to fail, when gray hairs appear, the step becomes less springy, sleep more difficult and joy in things that used to please an impossibility, sadness should not be the result
 The mind is a great crucible which re- CelVeS and transfuse5 in some fashion impress sions from all the objects and facts of life The will IS the master which determines what the transfuSion shall be- A man can let his will relax or he can keep it active, regardless of age. He can make of his existence heav-
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15

Mrs. Wm. Gilcher, of Nenana. stopping at the Pioneer.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
BODY OF YOUNG MAN RECOVERED
II. E. SENEFF IS NOTIFIED THAT THE BODY OF HIS SON HAS
 BEEN RECOVERED.

A wire received yesterday by II. E Seneff from the Juneau agent of the Canadian Pacific company notified him that the body of his son Edgar had been recovered from the wreck of the Princess Sophia and is now being held in Juneau pending in structiOns as to disposition. The agent was advised by Mr. Seneff to forward the remains to A. P. Robin son, of Seattle, relative of the de .rased. The interment will be made in Seattle cemetery.
 It is believed that the body of Ed gar Seneff was recovered by the divers who have been working on the wreck for the past several weeks, lltho the wire did not definitely so state.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15

en or hell, whether he be old or young rich or poor, in favored spot of the earth, on desert soil or fallen on evil days
 Exercise of the will cannot at last stavc off death, and it may not induce prolonged health or material welfare But it can aid in all these things, and entirely regardless of its material accomplishments, the will that is kept properly on the alert, can lead its possessor to happiness and maintain him in hope.
 o, well for him whose will is strong.
 For him whose will is weak or rather al lowed to become weak, there is joy neither in a sunset nor sunrise And even the bright light of monday will only dazzle and bewider, rather than encourage and inspire.
 The strong will sees endlessly, "beyond the sunset and the paths of all the western stars" It strengthens man in hope and leads him to see unlimited possibilities as the years pass Sadness is the last thing that ought to characterize age.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
BEAUTIFY CITY STREETS TODAY
THIS DAY Is CLEANUP DAY AS ORDERED BY THE MAYOR IN
 A PROCLAMATION.

Ali day today, from early morning until late in the evening il is Cleanup bay, as proclaimed by the mayor, and every individual should do his bit toward complying with the proCla nation Altho originally directed be cause Of the expected congressional visit, which did not materialize, the .dea is worthy one and should re, leIye the support of the entire com munity today.
 Your neighbors and your friends will all be engaged in beautifying that portion of the city owned by them, and you should not neglect your part of the work
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
WHERE IS THE, COOK? ?
(Bv Dr. Frank Crane.

he other day 1 picked up the Sunday Newspaper and just for greens counted the Want Ad columns There were Lightweight columns of Help Wanted advertisements in this particular sheet and only eight Situa- tions Wanted
 Parenthesis: Where is that Army of the Unemployed? What has become of those pro sessions of people marching the streets, sleep ing in the churches, and reminding us that every Human Being has right to a job :: Haven't the I,aboring Men now got this coun- try about where they want it: No l-ockouts nowadays. Only Strikes. Why aren't the Proetariat hymning praises? Isn't this the Millennium?
 Note: A man got job as carpenter in shipyard during the war. He knew noth- ing about carpentry, but the friend who got him the place said: That's all right. You don't have to know anything. Just pick up a board from one pile of lumber, take 1t over to another, rest while, and then take it back" He followed instructions. At the end of the week he drew his pay, S8 day. The next week he noticed a man following hlm about as he toted his board. This alarmed him. He suspected he was being watched and would be discharged At last in desperation he accosted the man. Say, what are you following me around for?" he asked "Why, don't you know who am?" returned the man. "No. Who are you?" 'Why, Pm your As sstant."
 But, to return to our mutton. In these eight columns of Situations Wanted there were only four applications for place as Cook!
 Pause. Lay down this paper and think!
 Among all the millions of the metropolis only four human creatures that wanted to cook!
 The consumption of food is an absolute necessity. It is even more important, for 1t is a luxury.
 One would suppose that cooking would attract the supremest skill. But one would be wrong. It does not.
 It is about the poorest punkest business in the known world. It IS badly done. And by people mostly that hate it.
 It seems, from my acquaintance, that an average of nine women out of eight detest the kitchen.
 A cook is looked down upon. She ought to be on pedestal and looked up to-
 She ought to get high enough wages so that the swarm of girls who now go in for tending shop, typewriting, and school teach ing, would turn to Housekeeping, which is the Modest, Grandest, and Most Needed Bus mess on earth.
 In New York City I have eaten at scores of hotels and restaurants They are uniform ly bad. The food is i'll cooked and high priced The service IS irritating And 1t makes little difference whether it is cheap lunch coun- ter or a fashionable robbers nest All bad With two or three exceptions.
 Why, Oh, why, doesn't anybody want to cook any more?
 1 am not ashamed to say that look upon eating as serious and important function, and have little patience with them that affect to despise it.
 I agree with Dr. Johnson, who said: q look upon it that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else"
 Where is the cook?
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15
0LDTIMER OF
 RAMPART DIES
JAY E. TIBBETS, ONE OF FOUND, FRS OF RAMPART, DIES
 IN SEATTLE

SEATTLE, Aug 14.-(P)-Jay E. Tibbets, one of the well known flask ans of early days, died here today aged seventy-two, after an illness of six years. He is said to have been one of the founders of Rampant, Alaska.
 W. c. Stewart, of Juneau, is stay ing at the NOrdale.
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 A. w. Lilliedale and wife, of Ne .a,na, are stopping at the Pioneer. Mrs. Wm. Gilcher, of Nenana is stopping at the Pioneer.
  Miners and Operators-The Farm CTS Bank will be pleased to handIa your gold dust.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15

Sir Conan Doyle predicts violent upris- ing in England if profiteering in the necessar- ies of life is not stopped The information should be given to those profiteers who do not know it that the creator of Sherlock Holiness has real standing as prophet. He predicted the German submarine frightfulness before the war.
The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-15

Someone figures that recent developments in aeronautcs have added about 200 words to the language. It needn't alarm us. Most of the words are like those in the medical dic- tionary, only for the doctors.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22

threw me. I'll never hear the end of this at the ranch. First horse that's thrown me in five years. They'll find us in little while. They know this place."
 But Edith could not see the humor of the situation.
 "I was a selfish, cruel thing" she moaned. "Oh, you poor, poor boy!"
 Harry looked at her closely. Then he leaned forward and quietly took possession of her hand.
 Edith" he said, softly. Edith. do you carer"
 Edith looked out into the disk. "A cowboy" she thought, "just a plain cowboy! What would they say?" Then with deep blush she looked into his face. Yes" she half whispered, I'm afraid I do. You see, always said I'd never marry any but a college man."
 "Is that so?" chuckled Harry Well, you're keeping your VOW. I have sheepskin kicking around in my stuff somewhere"
 And you never told mel" Edith ex- claimed.
 Harry looked up in surprise. Gee he said, "I'd forgotten all about it."
 And he sighed in absolute content as he felt Edith's face against his coat sleeve.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22

speaking behind her. Why, I thought
 you had left Bombay for good" she
 said, as she rose and followed the
 speaker out onto the lawn, unnoticed
 by any of the others at the table.
 It was a very different, very radiant
 Tiffany who rejoined her aunt when it was time to go home. The clear hap
 py light in her eyes must have whisp-
 cred, Who was it, Tiffe?" Tifie only laughed and shook her | head. Her glorious secret was far
 too precious to tell all in hurry like
 that She was glad that just then they met two men who were coming to
 dinner with them and whom Lady Sea
 toun persuaded to return with them in the carriage.
 When they reached home Sir Peter
 hurried every one into the dining room at once, fuming because it was
 already 10 minutes late. As soon as she possibly could, the girl slipped out by herself into the garden where jasmine filled the air with it's fragrance, and the moonlight
 famed on strange flowers and blos-
 soming trees and the little red roses and stiff beds of stocks that are the
 only English flowers which really thrive in the moist salt-laden air of Bombay.
 Sugar, the quaint little fox terrier that loved the girl far better than a
 master who never could bother to feed or pet her, crept up close to her now, and they sat very still, while Tiff1e dreamed over again every word and look and movement of those few perfect moments at the club. Presently voices came to her from the open drawing room door, voices and laughter and the notes of a piano. Then pure, glorious contralto voice foated out:
 O Ely, Ely, dear to me dear and sweet,
 All night long I am hearing the sound of your little running feet,
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22
Dust of Rose Leaves

existence. had idolized the child in return.
 Tiffie remembered her aunt's face when she came out of the room where Honey lay so fast asleep, with the marigolds from her own little garden fading in her quiet hands. She had thought then that her aunt would nev- CT laugh again.
 But it had taken only a very few short months for her to forget her sor- row. to go about to the parties Sir Peter thought so necessary for Tiffe and that the girl hated so heartily She could even sing the songs Honey had loved without a tremor in her beautiful voice.
 Tiff1e could not understand it at all Her own misery was so keen. She had nursed and openly indulged her sorrow till she had nearly driven her aunt frantic.
 And now a new sorrow had come to her. The man she thought cared for her, the man she had learned to love- was going away without ever having said word of all she had sometimes thought she could read in his eyes. Perhaps, thought poor Tif1s bitter ly, perhaps if she had only been as perfect as Aunt Joy-Joy who had everything at her feet-love and wealth and beauty, Joy who could even forget her sorrows so easilyi
 A quaint Eastern proverb she had heard somewhere floated in her mind words that fitted Joy to perfection. She remembered telling her about it i once. and her aunt had only laughed.
 ''The Seller of Perfumes that was it. How did it go, now? Only the dust of the rose leaves remains to the heart of the Seller of Perfumes
 Joy was a merchant who sold all her treasures for love. You had but to ask and she was eager to give you of her best. The girl wondered vaguely what the proverb really meant. "I beg your pardon!" said Tiffie, suddenly conscious that some one was
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22
Changing "Hello" to Dear"

Besides. no telephone girl can have a friendship with a department store girl, and vice versa. For some un- known reason they glare at each other as they pass by.
 No, it was not worth going away for, and yet Miss Mira Anderson would go. The manager of the office said she was Jagged out and needed the change.
 As she sat in the park after her boarding dinner, out of sorts with the world, woman came along and sat down beside her.
 You are sad" she said after mo- mCnt.
 No answer.
 Are you going away very soon?"
 A shrug of the shoulders.
 Where the corn grows?"
 A sniff of contempt.
 Out there where the corn grows you will find spring near creek. Look into it and you will see face"
 My own, of course" laughed Miss Mira.
 No. it will not be"
 Then whose?"
 The face of the young man you are to marry within a year"
 Nonsense, I am no longer a kidi'
 You will see-you will see. l do not ask you for money. I tell you this because I see it. Things shall be bet ter with you-goodby-"
 When the woman had passed on the girl laughed sarcastically to herself. but behold what queer thing human nature is, Five minutes later she was saying to herself:
 There's nothing in it. of course. but it's funny she should tell my fortune without pay. I have read of such things and they may be true It wonld
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22

| delicious to tell things to.
 But the bed room, when she reached it, was empty. Beyond was the nur- sery that had been Honey's, a door always jealously locked now. Tonight to Tiffe's astonishment it was ajar, and the moonlight streamed in, long bar of pale gold across the matted floor. The girl went forward, calling soft ly to her aunt. But no one answered her.
 Then she stopped suddenly, rigid. From the room beyond came a clear, high child voice, rippling with laugh ter.
 But what shall I say. Mummy? I don't like talking like that an hear in it all again. Will it be like Mum blin' Nose, an all ur-r-r-r to begin, eh, Mummy? Oh-h, I wish I could hear 1t now. S'all I say my Goblin poetry-eh, Mummy"
 Then came Joys voice, laughing 8 little as she answered.
 Do you think you could remember it, my darling?" "In course I can," cried the child, in dignantly, and began to recite in the high sing-song of a small person reel ing off verses by heart Wand'rin' down our village street, Goblin, have you lost your way? Goblin, have you come to stay2 1 O, what little dusty feet, Wand'rin down our village street. There. O, wait, Mummy, I can't re- member"
 "'Did you some,'" said Joy. And the child went on triumphant | ly:
 Did you come to gavver vem For Titany's dia-dia- I can't say that vewy hard word,
 Mummy" l There was a whirr as of invisible
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22
By Enos Emory

wheels running down, and then-si- lence
 Tiffany held her breath. She could not move hand or foot Was 1t a dream, or had the dead indeed come back to live for moment in that sor- row-haunted room,
 Joys voice broke the stiffness with a stified sobbing cry.
 70, Honey. Honey. Honey! Come to me. Honey! O, can't bear 1t, can't want you, my little baby, Honey!"
 Her low sobbfng dlled the room Tiffany. with some vague idea of com forting her, pushed open the door quietly and went in
 The room was just as she had all ways known it when Honey was alive. The cot with its looped-up mosquito curtains stood in the center of the room. Toys lay here and there as if only just dropped by small tired fin gers. Honey's big gramaphone gleamed like gold in the moonlight.
 Beside the bed, her arms outnung on the coverlet, knelt Joy. her fair hair tumbled about her shoulders. sobbing as if her heart would break. JOy-WnO naQ lOTBOILen. She turned with a start as Tiffany entered. Did you want anything, dear? she asked vaguely. She rose to her feet, a smile on her pale face, leading the way back into her own room. Come in here, dear. Now, what is it all about?" and, as Tiffe faltered out her tale, she bent and kissed her very tenderly.
 "He is a nice boy, dear, and I hope you will be very happy. What a clev- CT little mouse it is to keep it's se- cret so long!"
 But Tiffany, as she kissed her aunt good night, flung her arms about her neck and whispered passionately: "Oh, Aunt Joy, I do love you SO! never knew darling-oh, thought, we all thought, that you'd forgotten. 1 thought no one remembered Honey
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22

Why, she's as safe as a church. And Billy, here, used to buck like a jack rabbit. Of course, he's all right now, though"
 "Please!" pleaded the girl.
 Harry jumped from his horse and helped Edith from the saddle.
 Let me change saddles quickly" he said. We've no time to waste" And in few minutes Edith was cantering swiftly toward the ranchhouse, while Harry rode out toward the distant herd.
 Half an hour after Edith reached the house the duststorm was upon them. Whirlpools of dust were hurled upon the house by a bowling wind that shook the very rafters.
 Hour after hour of intense dry heat, combined with the screeching of the wind, rasped the nerves almost to the breaking point. Edith strolled rest lessly from room to room, watching the dust sift in through the closed win dow and under the doors. Finally she approached Mir. Alcott, who had come in just after the storm broke.
 Has MT Esterly come in?" she asked. Would you mind looking, Jimmy"
 MT. A1cott sighed patiently and went out into the storm. In few minutes
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22

think I'd know where it was within half a mile. Perhaps some old COW has sucked all the water out, and the face I was to look for has become a hill of corn!"
 Were you looking for a spring. kind sir? called the girl in mocking tones.
 By George!" from the cornstalks.
 "If so, it is here"
 Who is it?"
 "A damsel in distress"
 Say, if you are taking a bath in the spring"
 But I'm not"
 It was a young man who burst out of the corn and stood surveying her for a moment before whistling a note of surprise and then asking:
 What sort of a performance is this?"
 "I guess we'll entitle it a quicksand bath!"
 By George! By George!"
 And when you get through with MT. George you can see if am worth saving! I have had all the feeling pinched out of me and am tired of hanging to this bush."
 George Chester had mechanical sense, even if he did work in music store. A rope and a horse would have pulled the girl out, but he broke down a young tree and used it as a lever, and the Quicksand grudgingly let go.
 You sec" he said. as Miss Mira set on solid ground, you came here to see in the spring"
 "So did youi" she replica
 "Right-oi Who told you to comer
 "A woman I met in the park"
 Same here. Didn't it strike you as sillyg''
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-22
The Vow That Was Kept

West, you must forget that you were born and bred. I did so five years ago. The fact that you are a college girl won't help you half so much as the fact that you are unlearning your eastern method of saddle riding. These westerners don't give a rap concern ing your parents or your grandparents. Their interests are all in the present, not the past. As Jimmy says: One man is as good as another, here, and heap better So leave off your con- descending airs with Harry Esterly. They are quite lost on him, I assure you"
 Edith listened in silence to Mrs. Al colt and watched her as she moved quietly about the living room of the ranchhouse, which was as coZy and homelike as the exterior was dreary. Then she picked up her riding whip, pulled the latch of her sombrero un- der her chin, and with a disdainful little sniff. walked out toward the cor ral, where Harry Esterly awaited her.
 Harry watched her keenly as she strolled slowly toward him.
 Cad" he said to himself, "she's well put up!"
 And she was. Erect and 1.-the as a young Indian, with hair that shone bronze in the sun, with skin that glowed with health after the morning