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- . f j - tfs- Xljl "."' J""" . "V , c t- & " C -? Jl l .s BWLf)D M OSGOOD, ttSASrwr BIOWGST, BIOLOGICAL SlWY. iHImIh! aVHsBaaBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBal ' lr BBPsSSaaBBBBBBBBBai HV ,nV!3d JKaaBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBa! nmanW'w9nt kiH mHp Hri&SlH bbbbbtIE41bbt. ?, i bbbbbbVbbb'-'bbbbbbIbbbbbbbbbbbsbbI r 37-lK bWF!sk bbbbbb IkWm- sbbbbbbbtbbbbbbbbbbp! BBBBBBBBjcS7SHf3HBK2jBBBBBBBBBft B BJBJBBBiBflrBVB"5rFVJHrH TiBsB33BjBBS94KBBBJBBBBBBKvjE rTBB'BBSlHiB'H HbTS JuBH IHaWiaWiaaaaiawaaaaaaiaaaBaiaHaHaHai HaBHn? BWBr. ... HkI THE AL10K1 tlOOCC The territory of Alaska Is of vast extent and possesses a varied climate, broad rivers, innumerable lakes, deep forests, and chains of lofty mountains in short, many of the chief attrib utes of a natural game resort. Its barren northern shores, frequented by the lumbering walrus and the formid able polar bear, are washed by Ice laden currents, while its southern ex tensions support luxuriant forests in habited by the graceful Sitka deer. Between these extremes are great interior forests, the home of the lordly moose, broad open tundras and roll ing plateaus, traversed by herds of unsuspicious caribou, and snow-clad mountain ranges, the stronghold of sharp-eyed sheep and dull-witted goats. Among Alaska's game animals are some of the largest and finest in the world, as the giant moose and the huge brown bears. The game of the entire territory includes moose, cari bou, deer, mountain sheep, mountain goat, walrus, and polar, brown, grizzly. 1 tit1 lr - Mi mi Ai9 .' MMrl Map Showing Distribution of black, and glacier bears, besides a variety of waterfowl, shore birds, and upland game birds. In game resources Alaska compares favorably with the western part of the United States in early days, and at the present time it is one of the most important game regions in the world. Without entering into the general subject of the value of game to all countries possessing it, Alaska's game may be considered chiefly with refer ence to the features making it espe cially valuable. Alaska is of particular importance as a game region because, of all American possessions, it is the one in which frontier conditions promise to last longest. Notwithstanding its wealth of mineral and other resources the territory is not likely to be thick ly populated, at least not for decades to come. It is true-railroads already are beginning to penetrate its wilds and no doubt cities of considerable size will develop, but, even so, im mense tracts far from populous cen ters will long remain in almost prime val condition. This is apparent from the great size of the territory and its climatic and physiographic conditions. Its area is almost one-fifth that of the entire United States, and although much of this is economically full of promise it must not be forgotten that nearly one-fourth lies beyond the arctic circle and that a large propor tion of the remainder consists of high mountains and inhospitable wilds. In the states irrigation is reclaiming many arid tracts and drainage is mak ing it possible to utilize swamps and waste areas which now furnish re fuges for game. From all parts of the country come reports of an increasing scarcity of game animals. Hence our remaining natural game preserves in Alaska are A Matter of Dress Mainly. Mrs. Phelps Stokes, in illustration of the really superficial and slight difference that exists between aris tocratic and plebeian people, repeat ed, at a Socialist meeting in New York, a conversation between a lit tle girl and her mother. "The little girl," said Mrs. Phelps Stokes, "belonged to one of New York's rich patroon families, and one day she said to her mother, 'thoughtfully: ""Will I wear my prettiest Paris frocks when I get to heaven?' " 'Oh, no, my dear! the mother an swered. "'Why not?' "'Because Paris frocks are not worn in heaven." "The little girl frowned. "'How, then, will they know up there,' she said, 'that I belong to the best society?' " Stand Up to Write. Standing before a high desk is the best position for brain work, especial ly writing. Try it. You will find that standing stimulates the brain and pre vents drowsiness. Q? THE WHITE MOUNTAlf CHEEP. the more to be prized and correspond ingly to be guarded. Within the United States certain kinds of game may be maintained for years on their original range, but for other kinds the reserve is inevitable, as no re striction of shooting can offset the constant diminution f the natural range they require. Thus most of the winter feeding grounds of the wapiti, or elk, already have been absorbed for agricultural purposes and the ani mals bid fair to be reduced to semi- Moose and Deer in Alaska. domestication, being red like cattle in winter or confined to inclosed or re stricted ranges. The same experience probably would have come to the bison, but its fate was decided more peremptorily. Very different, however, are conditions in Alaska, and, so far as can be seen at present, ample room for wild game will be available for years to come. Even if bison, elk, and antelope had remained abundant in the United States, still the game of Alaska would be of special interest because it in cludes many fine animals quite differ ent from these in kind and in habits. The wholesome interest in nature study and outdoor life recently awak ened in the United States is likely to be permanent, and future generations, whether hunters, naturalists, animal photographers, or simply lovers of na ture, will set a high value upon the possession of an undcspoiled territory furnishing primitive haunts for wild game. To the permanent inhabitants of Alaska the value of game is obvious. Indeed, although much game was killed during the early rushes of gold seekers, Alaskans generally have not been slow to appreciate the necessity of game protection and the sentiment in favor of it is growing rapidly. Prospectors and travelers in the wilderness must depend largely on game for food, and their necessities have been fully recognized in the game law. Considerable game also has been killed for consumption in small settlements where no regular supply of other fresh meat is avail able. However this be regarded, It is evident that restrictions must be placed upon the killing of ganio for sale in large towns where the demand ! is sufficient to endanger the very ex istence of the species. rffcrfNtf I Singer Hard to Follow. tic a. xurHBuire iuu mere is a pian ist who can render an accompaniment to any song that any singer wishes to sing. He cannot read a note of music, yet, in the local phrase, he "can play owL" Recently, however, he met with an unexpected check. A new vol unteer hummed over the air, but the pianist failed to get the key. "Let's try it again," he said; and they tried it again. Still it was of no use. A third trial brought no better results. Then the pianist turned on the singer in anger and said: "Sitha, Aw've tried tha on t' white 'uns, Aw've tried tha on t' black 'uns an Aw've tried tha on t' black an' white 'uns mixed. It's no use; th's singing between t' cracks." Gift Pearl in the Mouth. What luck some people have! I was eating oysters the other day next a man who suddenly made a face and uttered a cry of irritation, and then extracted a pearl from his mouth. "Confound the thing!" he; said, "it nearly broke my tooth. -I'm always finding them." V. V. V., in London Sphere. 4wl BBBBBBBBBBBlBTIattlmKaT -i'-- ,"&HI BBBBBBBBBBBBIIttriMBKBJSBj v v&4Mafl TJm2k fBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBQBKBBinBBBBBpVBiBBBBBBlBBBBBBa Though wan skies show no riff. fAnd every breeze be frore. Both praise and prayer let U9 UfJIf&l That there Is peace, that there Is thrift. And such a generous store I From shore to shore! Clinton Scollard, in The Sunday Mag azine. oooooooooooooooooooooooooo Their First Thanksgiving By CARLOS BAYARD. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AN nothing' be done?" asked Caroline anxiously. Vance Greenway shook his head. "Not yet; dear," he ex plained. "I have consid ered the matter carefully and I think it will be best to wait" "It won't make any difference in our marriage?" she pleaded. "We can get married to-morrow," he declared. "I want to go to town and ,get to work on my own hook." "There is nothing to prevent," as sented the girl. "It is not as though I had a lot of relatives to consult." "Then let's be married and get out of the way. It will make such a lot of talk," pleaded Vance. He found when he left the girl that he had not exaggerated. Already the news that David Greenway had dis owned his son had spread through the village, and the circumstantial reports of the row which had terminated in the dismissal had gained a wealth of detail in Its rapid travel. David Greenway was the richest man in Greenvale, and Vance had al ready made rapid advancement in the local bank; an advancement not alto gether unconnected with his father's influence as the largest stockholder. He had resigned his position that morning, and the following day, after a quiet wedding ceremony in the par sonage of the church, he and Carol set out for the city where Vance would start anew. It was not an easy matter to find a position, even with the recommenda tion which the cashier of the home bank had given him, but in time Vance found a place, and they settled down to make a home in a tiny flat whose five rooms were scarcely larger than the dining room of the Greenway man sion. The months sped by all too fast, and even when Vance had earned a raise in salary, and had been advanced to a more responsible position, she would not move. "We'll save the rest," she declared. "It does seem so cozy here, dear. It's our first home. We shall have much to be thankful for next week." "That's so," agreed Vance. "By the way, I've got an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner, so don't lay in a turkey." Vance woujd make no explanation other than to say that the invitation came from an old friend. Not even when they arrived at the station did he enlighten her as to their destination, but the next morn ing, as the train neared the old home and she began to catch glimpses of familiar scenes through the frost traced car windows, the tears came unbidden to he eyes. As they encountered the curious glances of old acquaintances, she was glad that she had let Vance persuade her to purchase a set of furs. She wanted to look her best for his sake, but she did not realize the attractive picture she made as the sharp breeze brought fresh color to her cheeks and lent sparkle to the brown eyes. Vance, sitting beside her, clasped his hands over hers. "We shall have much to be thank ful for this first Thanksgiving," he said tenderly. "But most of all I am thankful that you are my wife, dear." She smiled her answer, too close to tears to speak, but as they turned in at a driveway she found her voice. "There is some mistake," she cried. 'Surely you are not going to your fa ther's." "Surely we are," he said with a hap py laugh. "Do you suppose that any other Thanksgiving dinner would tempt me from our own home?" "But you have made up?" she asked. "We never really quarreled," he 'ex plained. "I was dissatisfied at the bank. I wanted to be sure of myself; to know that on my own effort I could make my way. Father and I planned the dramatic scene for the benefit of the public. I did not tell you, for I wanted him to see that it was for my self and not my money that you cared. I was to have a trial for six months. The probation ended last week. "There is my father waiting to wel come us to our new home," be said. "The honeymoon ends with our Thanksgiving, and dad has a new daughter the best that ever was to make him thankful, too." AGPACE FOR TOUHT HOW us the way to see the good That comes into our lives each day. The blessings dimly under stood .liiui givu us cneer ujung the way. Give us content with gold and gear Though much or little we possess Let us bo glad for what is here On this, our day of thankfulness. But broaden, too, the soul and mind So that our thanks will not be found By custom's rule and rote confined Within this one day's narrow bound. Let us be glad for early rain That bids the flowers wake and creep, The Pumpkin By JoHM' GEEMLEA WhITTIM i H ! on Thanksgiving Day, when from East and from West, From North and from South come the pilgrim and guest. When the gray-haired Sew Engfander sees round his board The old broken Huts of affection restored. When the care-urearied man seeks his mother once more. And the worm matron smiles where the girl smiled before, What moistens the lip and what brightet.j the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie? m& WMMAAMMAAAMMMMAMM Wigun-E s cSfd Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving. HANKSGIVING is one of our highest and holiest duties. There are in the Scriptures more com mands and calls to praise than to prayer. Yet few duties are more frequent ly neglected than this. There are many people who are always coming to God with requests but who do not come to him with thanksgiving after their requests have been granted. Ten lepers once cried to Jesus for cleans ing, as he was passing them at a dis tance. He graciously heard them and granted their plea. When they had been healed, one of the ten returned to thank the healer, but the other nine came not again with any word of rec ognition of the great favor they had received. So it is continually many are blessed and helped, but few show gratitude. Our Lord felt keenly the ingratUude of the lepers who re turned riot "Where are the nine?" was his pained question. God pours out his gifts and blessings every day upon his children; and whenever no voice of thanksgiving is heard in return he misses it If one bird of the forest is silent in the glad spring day, he misses its song. If one human heart fails to utter its praise amid life's countless blessings, he is disap pointed. Many there are who think that If certain definite days are set apart for praise it is enough. For example, they will be grateful for a whole day once in a year, touching then every chord of praise in their being, think ing that this is the way God wants them to show their gratitude. But the annual Thanksgiving day is not in tended to gather into itself the thanks giving for a whole year; rather it is intended to give the keynote for all the year's life. Life's true concert pitch is praise. If we find that we are below the right pitch, we should take advantage of the particular thanksgiving seasons to get keyed up. When the strings of life begin to grow discordant thanksgiving will put us in tune. The ideal life is one of gladness. Unthankfulness and fretfulness are discords in the song. We have no right to live gloomily or sadly. Go where we may, we hear the music of joy, unless our ears have become tone deaf. The world is full of beauty and full of music. Yet it is strange how many people seem neither to see the loveliness nor hear the music. It 1 were well if many of us would train ' ourselves to see the glory and good ness of God, as revealed in nature. It will be sad to leave this world, after staying in it three-score or four-score years without having seen any of the ten thousand beauties with which God I had adorned it "Consider the lilies," I said Jesus. Every sweet flower has a message of joy to him who can read ! the writing. One who loves God's flowers and birds and trees and moun tains and rivers and seas, and has learned to heed the voices which every where whisper their secrets to him J who understand, can never be sad or Let us be glad for snowy plain That holds them in their winter sleep. Give us the heart to understand The graciousness of spreading trees; The changing seasons, wisely planned. The storm and sunshine all of these. For all the brightness of the dawn. And cheerfulness of noon and night; And all that joy is butldcd on Give us the grj.ee to see aright Let us remember each hind word By weight of goodly feeling blest Each gentle thing we'e said or heard And blot from memory the rest Give us the grace to see and know The benefits along the way The many things that help us so. Let us be thankful every day. Chicago Tribune. ' 1 Psalm 147: lonely. The power to hear what nature's voices have to say is in our hearts, not merely in the ear. We must have the beauty in our souls be fore we can see beauty anywhere. Hence there are many who are really blind to the loveliness which God has strewn everywhere, with most lavish hand, in his works. So we must have the music in our heart before we can hear the music which sings every where for him who has ears to hear. If we have thanksgiving within us, we will have no trouble in finding glad ness wherever we go. It is a sad and cheerless heart that makes the world seem dreary to certain people; If only they will let Joy enter to dwell within, a new world would be created for them. If we allow our heart to cher ish unlovingness, bitterness, evil thoughts or feelings, we cannot hear the music of love which breathes everywhere, pouring out from the heart of God. But if we keep our heart gentle, patient, lowly, and kind, on our ears will fall, wherever we go, sweet strains of divine music. Then a glad life makes a life of gladness wherever it goes. It leaves an unbroken lane of sunbeams behind it Everybody is better as well as hap pier for meeting one whose Christian life radiates gladness and cheer. We can do nothing better either for our selves or for the world in which we live than to learn the lesson of praise and of thanksgiving. "Let us learn to sing unto the Lord with thanksgiv ing." There are troubles in every life, but there are a thousand good things for one trial. Sometimes we have disappointments but even these are really God's appointments, as some day we shall find out. If people arc unkind to us, we must go on lov ing just as before, our hearts full of unconquerable kindness, and it will finally win. The most deep-seated ten dency to sadness can be overcome and replaced by happy cheerfulness. The gospel of Christ comes to us and tells us that we must be born again, born from above, born of God, and our very nature will be recreated. Then di vine grace assures us that it is not impossible even for the most unholy life to be transformed into holiness. The being that is saturated with sin may be whiter than snow. There is no nature, therefore, however unhappy it may be because of its original qual ity or its early training, which cannot through divine help learn the lesson of happiness and thanksgiving. The secret of Christian joy is the peace of Christ in the heart Then one is not dependent upon circumstances or con ditions. St Paul said he had learned in whatsoever state he was therein to be content. We know wl that his circumstances were not always con genial nor easy, but he sang songs in his prison with as cheerful a heart as when he was enjoying the hospitality of a loving friend. There might be hardships, sufferings, and want; but in himself he had the peace of Christ; and this sustained him. St. Paul's secret of contentment is the Chris tian's true secret of a happy life. MMMMM - .- -., 1( r-r-MH n ru-u-irLTLTLrun. ms AFcw TKiivgs Just to be alive. We sing: "I would not live alway," but most of us are thankful not to have that limit too rig idly defined. Life may be a "vapor full of woe," but it is fairly livable none the less. For health if I have it; for not be ing any sicker If I haven't For what I am, if that "am" is any good; for what I can be if it isn't. That there is no law to force the wearing of the season's monstrous mil linery. That prosperity has not pushed food prices beyond Thanksgiving dinner possibility. For that dinner in prospect, with a digestion to enjoy it. For living in a day of predigested food if digestion is not up to the mark. That I'm a woman in an age when woman scores. Thanksgiving dwells in the heart, not in the stomach. Thanksgiving and thankfulness are not the same. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The Lament of the Foolish Hen OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE times arc good they are I vow. Such wealth of corn as we have now I never saw; there comes Aunt Jane To toss us out our meal of grain. A few months back I was so thin. But now I have a double chin And feel as though I was tight laced When I put on my corset waist. Aunt Jane comes out at early morn With her blue apron full of corn. And with a friendly, clucking sound She throws it on the frosty ground. The crops are gathered in; the days Are soft with Indian summer haze. And Jack, the chore boy, feeds the stock While chips tly at the chopping block. The city may have its delights. But these delightful days and nights Upon the farm are full for me Of the sercnest ecstasy. Since back there In September they Have added to our fare eacli day Until, to fullness thus inspired. There's nothing left to be desired. A word about Aunt Jane, that serves To pay the tribute she deserves: Since first I broke my shell to see The world she has been good to me. When foolishly in youth I strayed In the wet grass, she often stayed Long after dark to bring me in And dry my wet, goose-pimpled skin. I always had a roosting place Secure from danger by the grace Of her, and many days and nights She treated me for parasites. Her care of me, someway, has stirred The thought I am no common bird. And some day I will take, I know, A ribbon at a poultry show. When I go strutting o'er the yard Aunt Jane peers through her glasses hard And I can see and not half try The admiration in her eye. And Jack, the choreboy. when he slips From barn to pump, will smack his lips To see me wax so fat he knows How Aunt Jane loves me, I suppose. Old Gobbler there, so lank and lean. Is full of jealous musings mean. He barely cats and is so thin His bones are sticking through his skin. Him." tie tried to whisper something once To me, the scrawny, half-starved dunce. But I passed on with figure trim, I do not care to talk with him. -unt Jane one morning cooped us in The yard, the stout ones and the thin. We are so tame, and she has made Us love her so we're not afraid. And then she caught us. one by one. And petted us, and ere 'twas done. She felt my body, my plump side. Till I could scarce contain my pride. pld Gobbler sat neglected quite, 3o thin he was a sorry sight, 'And she passed him by nor did stop jTo stroke his side or feci his crop. Again he sought to speak, with me, Again I scorned him haughtily, And he brushed something from his eye, A tear, I think, as I passed by. Iast night I had a horrid dream. I thought I heard Old Gobbler scream: "Don't eat! Don't eat!" until the words Waked me and all the other birds. Old Gobbler sat there like a sphinx And watched me as a hungry lynx; It must have been a dream, and then I closed my eyes in sleep again. 'Tis morning now, here comes Aunt Jane, Her apron full of corn again; But what grim person that with her So like an executioner? He bears a glittering ax and bright. In truth, a most revolting sight, Rut Yinec:ni liv Ah. Tntf fhf frifrht JNear took away my appetite. 'Now stoops Aunt jane to Dia me tx?g For corn. She grabs me by the leg! '"Ho, Jack!" she cries. "Come, hurry! run! ... I've got the very fattest one!" comes across the yard and takes to the chopping block and shakes His gleaming ax Old Gobbler, near. Goes "kyouck!" and wipes another tear. How cold and treacherous Is fate! I see it all. but 'tis too late. Old Gobbler's whisper was to warn Me of the fate of too much corn. He loved me! Hear his mournful "kyouck!" I close my eyes upon the block. Forgive me. Gobbler! Stayed I thin I had escaped this guillotine. J. W. Foley, in Philadelphia Ledger. ' w.. ---.--- -,-,-,)-lnrruuTj-ifijux. l?bc thankful for Thanksgiving dees not depend on a special day; any and all times are sea sonable. Thanksgiving makes a crust sweet; the want of it, a turkey bitter. Thanksgiving begets more favors for which to be thankful. For life and love and health and pelf. For just the chance to be myself; For books and food and clothes to wear. For woman's power to do and dare; For sun and moon, for land and sea! For what now is and what's to be. For everything that conies my way, I'm thankful on Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving in the Home. It Is eminently proper that there should be cultivation of the spirit of thanksgiving in every home. The home should be considered the first o' all American institutions. In it aip reared the future useful men and faith ful women of this nation. Mr. Hen Peck. Says Mr. Hen Peck: "It is not sur prising that troubles never come sin gle; they are all married." 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Mr. Litewate (the salesman) It did me, sir. He kicked me out Hat as Badge of Slavery. With the ancient Greeks the hat was simply an appurtenance ef tha traveler. The free citiaen preferred to go bareheaded and only put on his broad-brimmed petasus for protection against the sun when on a long jour ney. The uncovered head was part of his dignity, for the slaves and work men wore always a kind of pointed skull cap. Lewis' Single Binder Cigar has a rich taste. Your dealer or Le Factory, Peoria. 111. The charity that begins at home In generally too weak to traveL Mrs. Wimlawi SooChta Sjmp. For children teetbtnic, aofteaa the gnnw, redoes t rtimmatloo, alia j pln. careawtadcoau. 9ficmbUl When men are friends there la no need of justice. Aristotle. Uae Allen's FoetEafl Catestlmt.acliiiiir.sweattoKfeeU 26c Trial packaga tree. A.S.OUusl,LeBoj.N.Y. 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