The Wrangell sentinel., 1945-12-14
sTIKINE sPORTSRIEN's
 BANQUET IS HUGE SUCCESS

bANaUEI IS HUIE SUCGESo Fifth Annua, Stikine Sports mems banquet held last Saturday night at Red Mems hall was unan- imously acclaimed as "the best yet" with 98 members and guests present. Festivities of the evening were presided over by Acting Gov ernor Lew Williams, as Toastmas- ter, and club president Fred c. Hanford Noted guests from Ju- neau who spiced the program with talks were Jack O'Conner, Exeeu- tive Officer of the Alaska Game Commission; Attorney General Ralph Rivers and Don c. Foster, General Superintendent of the AL aska Native Service. Guests from Petersburg who spoke were Earl N. Ohmer, Chairman. of the Alaska Game Commission and Wildlife A gent Hosea Sarber. Local nimrods who gave advice on how to bring down the ducks and geese, (from first-hand experienced we're two well known Honker Hdppys, the Rev Father Hoch and Dr. A. T. Nelson. Due to three boats being in port that evening and consider ing work before pleasure, Happy Honker Leo Mccormack, Wrangell steamship agent, was unable to attend and give the history of the Honker Happy club scheduled on the program.
 Duck, goose and moose meat. with Reliance crab salad, formed the main part of themenu, ex- pertly cooked by Mir and Mrs R. W. McKibbon, while members of Wrangell's younger feminine set served.
 Outgrowth of the Sportsmen's dinner was the following song, sung to the tune of Behind Those Swinging Doors" composed by "Rippling' Rivers. 'Nutsy" Nell son and "Wingover' Winnie with "Lousey" Lew as critic and dedi- cated to the Honker Happys The Honker Happys with vigor
 and vim
 Start out in the morning mist. With ducks on the brain and a
 Wrangeil refrain
 And hopes that no honkers get
 missed.
 With a load in the chamber and
 much shot and shell But most of the shells of wrong
 gauge,
 And proximal digit as itchy as
 hell
 Approaching the ultimate stage O-h- the geese fly in, the geese
 fly out,
 The Honker Happys shoot wild
 ly about,
 The blasting goes on while the
 shoulders get sore Let The geese fly ever more, and
 more,
 The geese fly ever more. Oh, two Honker Happys they
 sat on a log,
 Aiming at ducks on the wing, They pulled their triggers and
 fell in the bog
 And captured no ducks for their
 sling.
 What happened, dear Father"
 the doctor did cry,
 "Oh. where are the ducks, did
 they fall?"
 ''To heck with the ducks, got
 kicked in the eye,
 And that's not the worst of it
 alli"
 O-h- the geese fly in, the geese
 fly out, The Honker Happys shoot wildly
 about,
 With blood on their noses and
 and mud in the eye
 The geese go flying by, and by The geese go flying by. The Honker Happys they fell in
 the slough
 And wallowed in gumbo and
 slime,
 When finally they crawled out
 the ozone was blue,
 This cock-eyed goose hunting's
 a crime!"
 Let's ground-sluice the darned
 things" old Leo did cry, 'It's stew in the pot that we
 need,
 ''To hell with O'Conner, let's
 shoot them and lie
 And brew up a gosh-darned
 good feed!"
 Oh the geese fly in, the geese
 fly out,
 The Honker Happys shoot wild
 ly about,
 While Fred puts the pan ana
 the grease on the fire
 The geese fly higher and hlghef
 and higher and higher The geese fly higher and higher,
 GAIT Fnp pTOS