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The Nome nugget., 1928-07-07

A. F. Mcintosh. the we'll known mining man. sailed North on the Panama for the Lost River tin min ing section. MT. Mcintosh is talk ing a crew of 14 experienced min CTS with him and about 150 tons of supplies and new equipment to op- en up the Lost River tin mining property. They will sink a new shaft and drift several hundred feet on the ore and the develop ment work as planned is expected to keep the crew busy for 12 months continuous work.
 Postmaster Anderson states that emergency mail will be carried on the outgoing plane. either to Fair banks or Anchorage. All first class letter mail will be taken and it will afford the public an excellent opportunity to answer their cor responAence. It is believed that Noel Wien will fly direct to Anch- orage from Nome with Pilot Mer- rill.- whom he brought back from Barrow.
 Fred Gibson is the proud poss- essor of an Essex sport rumble seat roadster, which arrived on the Tanana.
 fr.r@-- r4+sr- HOT POINT ELECTRIC RANGE
 FOR SALE AT
 WEIGHTS HARDWARE
 STORE
The Nome nugget., 1928-07-07

Father Savage made a trip to the Pilgrim Hot Springs Tuesday. to relieve Father Post. who returned to Nome Tuesday evening over the tramroad with Mort Powells car Father Post intends to stay only a few days in Nome and then will re- turn to the Springs Mission again.
The Nome nugget., 1928-07-07

H. Howard, a representative of the United States Department of Justice. arrived in Nome early Tuesday morning on the Donald son from St. Michael. Mir. Howard journeyed down the mighty Yukon river after visiting other Alaska points on his trip of inspection of Federal offices. He is now busy inspecting the government offices here.
The Nome nugget., 1928-07-07

The following were passengers on the Silver Wave enroute to Lost River, most of whom will be con- nected with tin mining in that sec don this summer and the coming winter: Geo. A. Paxton, William O'Brien. Severt Orien. Thomas Don nelly. Chas. Johnson. Ed. Kumpar- ita. Hans Christensen. Bill Book man. and eleven natives.
The Nome nugget., 1928-07-07

Barney Rolando, the American Creek operator with a crew of Powell's tramroad car for Iron Creek. MT. Rolando also shipped up new tractor which will be used to haul supplies from Iron Creek to his mining property. He plans to do considerable mining this summer.
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~ UST be a big huckleberry
~ NH crop this year, Bill"
4" yeah, and the berries
look bigger than they did
last year. But I'll be glad
when the little alligators start coming;
they're cute, and they're not so messy
to handle"
The scene of this conversation be-
tween two clerks Is not a produce mar
ket nor a shoe factory, but the un-
claimed article department OF the, New
York Post Office-the time, almost any
day right now.
Through the central post Office in
New York passes all the parcel post
mail that is going north, south, east
and west to points beyond the city.
Some packages have no means OF tden-
tification. Names and addresses may
be illegible or the address tags have
been lost in transit, while still others
have unlawful contents, and on these
the SenderS are generally careful to
omit their names. These packages have
to be stopped and opened in the inquiry
department of the New York Post Of
fee. And If they had no calendars, the
men In this department still could accu-
rately name the season OF the year.
At one time the place is full of huck-
leberries shipped by upstate pickerS.
With the opening Of the Winter season,
wild ducks and other addreSsleSs game
birds come In a few months later the
holiday folk in Florida start sending
their friends back home little souvenirs
in the form Of baby alligators. And
signs of Spring are the parcel post
crates of baby chicks. 4,
These are only a few Of the odd
things that reach the unclaimed arti-
Gle department bearing no name Of
either the addresser or the addreSSee.
Since Uncle Sam cannot be expected
to play nurSemaid to an assorted lot
of flesh, fish and fowl, the perishable
articles are sold immediately to mer-
chants in the city, and the revenue
therefrom turned in to the Post Office
! Department.
The snake wrapped up in a parcel
/ post package which some boys found
, recently lying beside a railroad track
/ in New Jersey was no more curious an
object than many which have come be-
fore William Gutgsell, superintendent
, of the inquiry department Of the New
York Post ONCE.
oh. yes" Mr., Gutgsell said, 1--WE
have had snakes sent by parcel post
! turn up at this ONCE without an adj
dress. We send them up to the Bronx
Zoo. There are several Of our snakes
and couple Of baby alligators UP there
! now"
Mr.. GutgselI also told Of small gray
kitten that came under his jurisdiction,
The kitten was mailed from Connecti-
cut to a town in New Jersey. When
kitty reached New York she was stopped
by the postal authorities. In her case
the address was on the package, but
cats are not n1ailable under parcel post
regulations. The local postmaster who
received the package was at fault-he
I should not have accepted her. The
kitten, having reached New York, could
go no farther. Since 1t was against the
law for her to be in the mail at ALL she
could neither be sent forward to her
new address nor returned to the old
one. For day she was the pet OF the
ONCE. Luckily, the name of the adj
dressee was found in tbs New Jersey
telephone directory. and tAe prospective
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And nameless creeping things;
And all around
DeSolation,
Doom,
Dyspepsia,
And Despair.
am a bat that wheels through the air
of Fate;
am a worm that wriggles in a swamp
of DiSillusionment;
I am a despairing toad;
I have got dyspepsia"
He paused His uncle's eyes were
protruding, rather like those of a name
less creeping frog.
Whats all thtis?" said Mr.. Briggs.
It seemed almost incredible to Lance
lot that his poem should present any
aspect of obScurity to even the n1eanest
intellect; but he explained.
"The thing" he said, 'is symbolic.
It essays to depict the state of mind Of
the man who has not yet tried Briggs
Breakfast Pickles. shall require it to
be printed in hand-set type on deep
cream colored paper"
"Yes?" said Mr.. Briggs, touching the
bell.
1T must be published, of course,
bound in limp leather, preferably of a
violet shade, in a limited edition, con-
fined to one hundred and five copies.
Each of the copies will Sign
"You rang. sir?" said the butler, APP
pearing in the doorway.
Mr.. Briggs nodded CURLY
"Bewstridge," said he, throw Mr..
Lancelot out"
VERY good, sir"
And see," added Mr.. Briggs, super
irfnndinO fho eiihcantInYNf Y1roraadiY1o
from his library window, that he never
have finished, Brewstridge, ring up my
lawyers on the telephone. I wish to
alter my will"
X + ~
YOUTH Is resilient period. With
l. his worldly prospects swept away
and a large bruise on his person, you
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You told me-"
Your face did. could read every
word. I've been watching you for the
last two minutes, and, say, boy, 1t was
wowl"
% Who are you?" asked Lancelot.
Il represent the Bigger, Better, and
Brighter Motion Picture Co.. incorpo-
rated last July for 81 500. And, If you're
thinking of asking one what want,
want you. Yes, sir! Say listen. A
fellow that can register the way you
can is needed in my business; and. IL
you think money can stop me getting
him name the biggest salary you can
think of, and hear me laugh. Boy.
use banknotes for Summer underclott-
ing, and I don't care how bad you've
got the gimmeS,- II only you'll sign or
the dotted line. Say, listen. A bozo
that with mere twitch Of the upper
lip can make it plain to one and all
that he loves naughty aristocrat and
that she has given him the air. because
his rich uncle, who is a pickle manu-
facturer living in Putney, won't have
anything more to do with him, has
future in the movies" $50
4 y *
r ANCELOT started at him. The man
continued:
II want you, and I'm going to get you.
And, If you think you're going to pre-
vent me, you're trying to stop Niagara
with tennis racket. Boy, you're greatl
When you register. you register. Your
face Is as chatty as board OF directors.
Say, listen. You know the great thing
we folks in the motion picture industry
have got to contend with? The curse
of the motion picture industry is that
in every audience there are from six tn
seven young wmen who will insist Oh
reading out the titles as they are flashed
on the screen, filling the rest OF the
customers with harsh thoughts and
dreams of murder What we're trying
to collect Is stars that can register so
we'll that titles won't be needed: And,
boy, you're the king of them. !. l. know
you're feeling good and sore just now,
because that beazle In there spurned
your honest love; but forget 1t. Come
now, what shall we say to start with?
Five thousand q week2 Ten thousand?
You call the shots. and I'll provide the
contract and PEN" -, s,s.r-,' - -
Lancelot needed no further urging.
Already love had turned to hate, and he
no longer wished to marry Angela. In
stead, he wanted TO make her burn with
anguish and vain regrets; and 1t seemed
to him that fate was pointing one way.
Pretty silly the future Lady Angela
PurviS would feel, when she discovered
that she had rejected the love of q man
with salary Of $4,000 a week. And
fairly foolish her old father would feel,
when news reached him Of the good
thing he had allowed TO get away. And
racking would be the remorse, when he
returned to London as Civilized Girl
hood's Sweetheart and they saw him
addressing mobs, from q hotel balcony.
of his Uncle jeremiah, Of Fotheringay,
of Bewstridge, and of Margerison.
A light cleaned In Lancelot's eye,
and he rolled the tip Of his nose In .
circular movement.
"You consent2". said the stranger, de-
lighted. "'At-a-boy! Here's the pen
and here's the contract"
"Ciimme!" said Lancelot.
A benevolent glow irradiated the
others spectacles.
Game the Dawn!" he murmured.
Game the Dawn"
(CopyriRht. 1927
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owner was called up and told that If
he wanted the kitten he must come to
the ONCE and get her. And at o'clock
in the evening a tired business man
came and collected his kitten. Probably
she still tells tall stories to the country
cats about her one great day in the big
city.
The postal laws rega4 ling the mall
ing of animals are definite. Queen bees
may be sent by parcel post, provided
they have a health certificate from the
beekeeper. Honey bees that can be de-
livered within five days may also be
mailed They must be safely packed In
crate or cage, whose printed deScrip-
ton sounds like the specifications for
q medieval castle. t9 -
Baby alligators up to 2 feet in length
anil live day-old chicks, whose first 70
hours of life require no attention, may
be sent by parcel post. In addition,
section 466 of the postal laws and regu-
lations states that the United States
mails will accept dried insects and rep
tiles and beneficial insects" when
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.3 -I+s4te
shipped by departments of entomology
in agricultural colleges, and other live
insects when addressed to the Bureau
Of Entomology Of the United States
Department of Agriculture" Also
harmless live animals having no Of
fensive odor and not likely TO become
offensive In transit and which do not
require food or water while In transit. |"
Such mild creatures as goldfish packed
in moss, baby terrapin, soft crabs, shell
fish, chameleons and baby alligators
may be mailed to points where they
may reasonably expect to be received
in good condition. av
Every once in a while somebody,
either through ignorance or bravado,
puts one over on the postmaster, and
articles which have no right to do so
start on their parcel post way. A pair
Of highly bred chickens once landed in
the New. York inquiry. department. Here
they were held, because, with the ex-
ception OF the day-old chick, 1t Is
against the parcel {post laws to send
live fowl by mail. n the silence Of the,
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"You really want my opinion?"
IT do. ] want your candid opinion as
member of aWest End tailoring firm.
But I'm not"
Come, come" said his lordship tes-
tily. You represent Gusset & Mainprice
of Cork street"
mo, don't"
Then who are you?"
my name Is Mulliner."
Lord Biddlecombe rang the bell furi-
ouSly. IA .
'Fotheringayl"
"Your lordShip?" .s-.,
''You told me this man was the Teller
I was expecting from Gusset & Main
price" 80
He certainly led me to suppose so,
your lordship."
well, he isn't. His name is, Mulliner.
And-this is the point, Fotheringay.
This Is the core and center of the thing
what the blazes does he want?"
II could not say, your lordShip."
II came here, Lord Biddlecombe," said
Lancelot, ito ask your consent to my
immediate marriage with your daugh-
ter"
MY daughter"
Your daughter"
which daughter"
Angela"
my daughter, Angela'"
eyes" -. e~ee. j +.
"You want to marry my daughter.
Angela?" @
II do" s So
"Fotheringay," said Lord Biddle.
cor1be, throw Mr.. Mulliner out"
AS Lancelot Mulliner landed on the
hard pavement Of Berkeley Square, he
was CONSCIOUS or a rush OF violent anger
tina: ceprIveG nm nlometarlly of speech
He sat there, glaring at the house from
which he had been elected, his face
working hideouSly. So absorbed was he
that twas some time before he became
aware that somebody was plucking at
his sleeve.
Pardon me, SIR"
Lancelot looked round. A stout,
smooth-faced man with horn-rimmed
Spectacles was standing beside him.
"1f you could spare me moment"
Lancelot shook him OF ifnpatiently.
He had no desire to chatter with
strangers. The man was babbling
something, but the words made no inn
preston upon his mind With savage
ScowI, Lancelot snatched the fellows
umbrella from him and, posing 1t for
an instant, flung 1t with sure aim
through Lord Biddlecombe'S study
window. Then, striding away, he made
for Berkeley street. CHANGING over his
shoulder as he turned the corner, he
saw that the butler had come out of
the house and was standing over the
specialized man with q certain quiet
menace in his demeanor. He was
rolling up his sleeves. et"
Lancelot dismissed the man from
his thoughts. His mind now. was
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Ldncelot, in Love, Encountered
Many Obstacles.

might have supposed that the return of
Eancelot Muliiner from Putney would
have resembled that of the late Ma
poleon from Moscow. Such, however,
was not the case. What, Lancelot asked
himself as he rode back to civilization,
did money matter? Love, true love, was
all. He would 60 to Lord Biddlecombe
and tell him so. And his lordship would
drop well bred tear and at once see
that the arrangements for his wedding
to Angela-for such, he had learned,
was her name-were fastened along.
So uplifted was he by this picture that
he began to sing, and would have con-
tinued for the remainder Of the journey,
had not the conductor, In a rather
bruSQue manner, ordered him to deSiSt.
The Earl of Biddlecombe'S town resi-
dence was In Berkeley Square. Lance
lot rang the bell and a massive butler
appeared.
IT wish to see Lord Biddlecombe."
us his lordShip expecting you?"
Eyes," said Lancelot, feeling sure that
the girl would have spoken to her father
Of a possible visit from him.
A voice made itself heard through an
open door on the left Of the long hall.
"Fotheringay."
Your lordShip?"
"Is that the feller?"
Eyes, your lordship"
Then bring him in, Fotheringay."
Lancelot found himself confronting a
dignif1ed-lookin old man with patri-
clan nose and small side whiSkers.
Afternoon" said this individual.
Good afternoon, Lord Biddleconnbe,
said Lancelot.
Now. about these trousers"
Il beg your pardon?"
''These trousers" said the. other, exc
tending shapely leg. do they At?
Aren't they a bit baggy round the an
kles? Won't they jeopardize my social
prestige, If am seen in them In the
park?"
Lancelot was charmed with his affa-
bility. It gave him the feeling of hav-
ing been made one Of the family, straight
away.
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(C0nLlnueQ from 1nHu Fd8c.l
tain Fourth Of July his was the only
legation that paid Its respect to this
Nation by flying his country'S ensign
from the portico.
who remembers the Hon. Hadji Has
san Ghouli Khan Matamel Ell VeSSare?
He was without question the most exotic
spirit that ever presented himself at
the White House, saying in French:
Monsieur lie President, je Suis ici!"
Now, what made HaSSan GhouliS
stay in the republican Capital compare
almost to criminal punishment? Hark
to the story: 80 -.,~
Months before Hassan's arrival his
name and purpose were heralded wide
ly over the States, He was to be the
first envoy from the sovereign Shah Of
Persia. Then came the report that ne
had left his native soil and was heading
for the Occidental coast
The reporters waited on the ship
docks. The people waited. The corps
diplomatique waited. The heads Of the
State Department waited. But no. Min
lister. The first sign that he was q
man Of flesh, and not name only, was
the arrival at the State Department
Of truckload Of trunks. The Ameri-
can Minister In Persia was asked for q
report and his reply was that his ex-
cellency had left the Shah, decked out
in the robes Of q full-fiedged, fully
accredited minister. plenipotentiary, and
the Shah himself was ignorant of what
route he had taken or what business
he had on the way. And so for months.
Lo! One bright morning his excel
lency stepped OF the gangplank OF a
transatlantic greyhound, and before he
could even speak his name he found
himself surrounded by gentlemen OF the
where he had been for the past few
months. Hassan> Ghouli was famous
man in the Republic. From Portland
to Portland newspapers carried the story
Of how his excellency had been found
wandering alone on the docks OF New
York; how for several months. he had
been enjoying himself on the boule-
wards of Paris. without the least idea
that he was q worthy whose absence
from ONCE for a few months would
excite international anxiety.
He was dressed according to the
fashion Of statesmen In Persia and
failed absolutely to appreciate the
humor that Is Americas. True, Eng
lish was Greek to him, but he thor
ougFly understood the language OF
caricatures and prints. On october 3,
1888, his excelIency appeared at the
White House and presented his creden-
tials to President Cleveland.
In the Capital HaSsan Ghoun was a
familiar figure. He would not suffer
becoming either Anglicized or Ameri-
canized. He liked to walk the streets,
to see the Occidental establishment,
but resented the morbid curiosity
directed at his person. It was said
he was almost without q friend. After
eight months he left the city. In
formal letter to the Department OF
State he complained bitterly Of how he
had been treated by the American press.
This. he said, was not only reflection
on himself but also on the sovereign
Shah of his country. His withdrawal /
was acknowledgment of the treatment
he had received and 1t was his notion
that the United States Government
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other hand, it is only fair to inform
you that at the Junior Lipstick all the
girls look on the race as a walk-over.
None Of the big punters will touch it,"
Lancelot returned to his rooms that
night undiscouraged. He intended to
sink his prejudices and write poem In
praise Of Briggs Breakfast Pickles that
would mark new era in commercial
verse. This he would submit to his
uncle; and, having stunned him with
it. would agree to join the firm as chief
poet He tentatively wrote down five
thusand pounds year as the salary he
would demand. Wit long-term con-
tract for five thousand year in his
pocket, he could approach Lord Biddle-
conbe and jerk fathers blessing out
of him in no time. 1t would be hu-
initiating, of course, to lower his genius
by writing poetry about pickles, but a
lover must make sacrifices. He bought
a uuire of the best foolScap, brewed a
quart of the strongest coffee, locked his
door, disconnected his telephone, and
sat down at his desk.
X X
GENIAL old jeremiah Briggs received
~ him, when he called next day at his
palatial home, the Villa Chutney, at
Putney, with bluff good humor that
showed that he still had a warm spot
In his heart for the young rascal
"SIt down, boy, and have picked
onion, said he cheerily, Slapping Lance
lot on the shoulder. you've come to
tell me you've reconsidered your idiotic
decision about not joining the business,
Ell? No doubt, we thought it little
beneath our dignity to start at the bot
tom and work our way up? But, con"
slider, my dear lad. We must learn to
walk before we can run, and you could
hardly expect me to make you chief
cucumber-buyer, or head Of the Vine
gar-bottling department before you
have acquired experience"
IF you will allow me to explain,
"Eh?" Mr.. Briggs geniality faded
somewhat. Am / to understand that
you don't want to come into the BUSH
nesS?"
eyes and no." said Lancelot. II still
consider that slicing up cucumbers and
dipping them in vinegar is poor work
for a man with the Promethean fire
within him; but I propose to place at
the disposal of the Briggs Breakfast
pickle my poetic gifts
well, that's better than nothing.
I've Just been correcting the proofs of
the last thing our man turned IN. ACS
really excellent. Listen:
soon, soon all human joys must send;
Grim death approaches with his sickle;
Courage! There Is still time, my friend,
To eat Briggs Breakfast Pickle.
"If you could give us something like
that"
Lancelot raised his eyebrows. His lip
curled.
THE little thing have dashed of
| is not quite like that"
"Oh, you've written something, eh?"
"a mere moroccan. You would care
to hear it,"
Fire away, my boy"
Lancelot produced his manuscript and
cleared his throat. He began to read
In low, musical voice:
| BLACK branches,
Waving against the blacker sky:
! Chill winds,
Bitter like the tang Of half remembered
sins;
Bats wheeling mournfully through the
air,
And on the ground
| Worms,
! Toads,
Frogs,