FARMING IN ALASKA
| It is encouraging to note that farming in our far Northwest possessions is on the boom. [Note to printer—be careful not to make "bum" out of "boom.">[ A bulletin issued by the Agricultural Department of our government, just as we go to press, shows that there are at present in Alaska 12 farms, four oxen, 13 cows, 176 chickens, 10 pigs, several cases of pneumonia and numerous games of "freeze-out." During the fiscal year there was harvested in Alaska $165 worth of hay, $95 worth of eggs and poultry, and a big crop of ice. There are certain advantages of farming in Alaska. In harvest time, for instance, a man never sweats at work. He markets his milk frozen and sells it by the hunk. You never hear of anybody crying over spilt milk in Alaska. It's the same way with eggs—no cold storage needed; the eggs are frozen before they are layed, thus retaining their fine, fresh flavor until used. You never hear of an egg passing from the sublime to the ridiculous stage in Alaska. Farmers in Alaska plow with ice-picks and shoot the seed into the soil with a double-barreled shotgun. The 12 farmers in Alaska held a farmers' institute recently to talk over prospects for the current year. Basing prospects on $165 worth of hay raised last year, they figure that if conditions are favorable they will raise $175 worth this year. | Culinary Note: To pair potatoes, place them two by two. Health Note: For water on the brain try an umbrella. |
| SUNDAY | EVE BEGAN IT |
| The eternal feminine has not changed much since the days of Eve, who was the first of her sex to complain that she hadn't a thing to wear. | |
| MONDAY | |
| TUESDAY | |
| WEDNESDAY | (1798) George Washington invents the cocktail. |
| (1906) George Washington acknowledged to be most popular man in history of the country. | |
| THURSDAY | |
| FRIDAY | (1905) Beef Trust declared illegal—whatever that is. |
| (1906) Beef Trust demonstrates that there is no use "beefing about it." | |
| SATURDAY | |
| DECEMBER | |
| Most popular book in the world—the pocketbook. |
THE PUBLISHER'S COZY CORNER CHAT
| One of Our Awful Smart Boys Little George Hathadash lives in Megawolloppey, Maine, and is now three years old. This brave ruddy-cheeked boy immediately took the Megawolloppey agency for the "Saturday Evening Roast," feeling sure that his ruddy cheek would carry him through successfully. Next Sunday, when everybody was gathered in church, who should come toddling down the aisle but George Hathadash distributing his first bundle of "Roasts," just as he had seen the train boy sell candy on a train of cars. "Better and brighter than any thermon," cried George Hathadash in his childish treble. "Here's your 'Thaturday Evening Roast,' the brother-in-law of the 'Ladies' Wall Paper.' Better and brighter than any thermon." Of course that attracted attention, and almost before he knew it George had disposed of his whole bundle and established himself in business. He is now well on his way to win the beautiful prize of a silver carving knife that the "Roast" offers as an extra inducement to its hustling young salesmen. There are other prizes and any boy with a good ruddy cheek is likely to get one of them. But all boys are not like George Hathadash. We think he is going to be a President of the Common Council. | Health Note: A hot brick is a good thing for the feet; a cold brick is a bad thing for the head. |