The Seward Gateway

The Seward Gateway

Published Daily Except Sunday by The Seward Gateway Publishing Co.

BERNARD M. STONE, President.

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SEWARD, ALASKA. WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1915.

The Gateway may have enemies as every paper with fixed policies must have. It may have some good men opposed to it and it probably has, but it can say, at least, that the opposing side has absorbed every d---d fool in this city.

Seward people are often accused, or accuse themselves, of being unable to agree. This beautiful virtue is by no means monopolized by the people of this here town; Every town is the same the world over. You could probably go into some village in the dimmest distance of the revived Flowery Kingdom and find therein a certain proportion of the inhabitants who will never do anything but oppose what the majority do. You know all about that twelfth man on the jury and he stands as an eternal example of one of the eternal verities. As it takes a member of both sexes to make the complete human machine so does it take the positive and negative to complete human nature.

Cavil not at your fate, brothers: Only in the next world shall we all feel alike and do alike, one crowd above and the other below, and each clique acting according to its light—and its deserts.

Readers of yesterday's paper were able to see that the days of chivalry are not yet passed. The story ran that a Nez Perce Indian and a Japanese fought a duel over Elsie Daniels, an Indian maiden of Juneau. The Indian cavalier fell with four bullets in his body and the Japanese committed hari-kari or jiu-jitsu, or whatever they call it, by jumping off a bridge. The Indian will live, the story goes, but why did the Jap shuffle off when he thought his enemy dead and out of the way? Perhaps it was that having secured undivided possession of the fragrant beauty there was nothing more left to live for. We never appreciate what we don't have to fight for. Perhaps there is hardly a white man in Alaska who, finding himself tied irrevocably to some of those native charmers, would not have ignored what the poet called the victory of the grave and the sting of death.

Thomas Carlyle once said that the British Islands had a population of about forty million people, mostly fools. The dissensions which prevail over there now are perhaps an effort to sacrifice national prosperity to prove the genius of their late great author.