Johnson Reunion

Standing in front of Hal and Ethel West Johnston’s tree on First Avenue, the family of Margaret (Johnston) Polk and Edwin Polk pose for a picture. The family came to Skagway from as far away as Texas to scatter Margaret and Edwin’s ashes at Lower Dewey Lake. Margaret was born in Skagway and worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway. Edwin worked as the finance officer for the U.S. Army in a Quonset hut on Broadway. The two passed away within the past two years and their ashes were brought to the lake after their son Edwin Polk III saw a picture of the two together at the lake. – HJB

"Heard on the Wind"

The end of the season must be around the corner. Common courtesy is blowing in the wind along with comments heard on the wind.
True story: A seasonal employee was jogging near Twenty-Third Avenue when he found a wallet on the street. He opened it to find a name and number, called it and then took the wallet to the place of business where its apparent owner worked. He asked to see the wallet’s owner, who was on duty.
Not expecting a reward for his good deed, he turned to walk away, when a second person – who obviously doesn’t read the Police Blotter in this paper to see all the wallets, cameras, backpacks and purses turned in and reclaimed – said, “Wait a minute, we want to make sure nothing’s missing!”

In the gambling casino at the “Days of ‘98 Show,” one man made a startling discovery by asking, “If I bet more, do I win more?”
Seeing is believing?
At the show’s ticket counter, one woman asked about the Robert Service poetry recitation.
“Is Robert Service really going to be here?”
Upon finding out that he was dead, she said, “But I saw his books.”

It’s a big state, but we all share, right?
A lady buying post cards in a store came to the counter and put down postcards and a coupon from Juneau – five cents each on cards – and she said, “You all honor the coupons in this book even if they’re not your store, right?”
She was told, “Sorry, no.”

It’s summertime, the fish are jumping and the fireweed is high...
A lady was looking across Summit Lake with binoculars and commented on all the fish jumping.
The tour guide asked where.
“All over, there are hundreds of them,” she replied.
The tour guide took one look and said, “Ma’am, those are white caps!”

Another case of mistaken identity and frayed August nerves.
A woman looking at a carved moose antler asks the store clerk, “Is that made out of an eagle wing?”
The clerk replied, “Yes, we just snap them off.”

More logical thinking...
An independent tour guide was at the Gold Rush Cemetery, and a young lady from Los Angeles asked him if we bury the dead in clothes or naked.

Keep that wind blowin', there's still a month left in the season. Call 983-2354, fax 983-2356 or e-mail