THE OMINECA HERALD, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1925 ——— a Sign coy maiden. Welcome | “NOBODY asked you, sir,” said the And in matters of buying, as well as in affairs of the heart, most | people like to be ‘‘asked”. deed they insist on a proper invitation. - He is a wise merchant who keeps the welcome sign constantly before the community in the form of ADVER-- TISEMENTS in the home paper. There everybody sees it—for ADVERTISING || is ‘‘the light of directed attention”. Speak up. Light up. good customers are listening for your message and watching for your wel- come sign in “The Omineca Herald” and “The Terrace News”. Peopie Shop Where They Feel Welcome Often, in- Hundreds of B.C. LAND SURVEYOR J. Allan Rutherford All descriptions of sur- veys promptly executed : SOUTH HAZELTON § : SOLICITOR NOTARY PUBLIG L. S. McGill BARRISTER . SMITHERS British Columbia Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that, on the - 28rd day of March next, the under- ‘ signed intends to apply to the Liquor * Control Board for a license in respect to premises known as Copper Tavern Hotel, situate at Skeena Crossing, in the Province of British Columbia, upon the lands deseribed as Lot 2387, N.W. 20 acres, Group ‘1, Cassiar District, according to a map or plan deposited in the Land Registry Office, Prince Rupert, in the Province cf British Columbia, fur the sale of beer by the glass or hy the open bottle for con- sumption on the premises. DATED at Skeena Croagsing, this 16th day of February, 1925. D. W.' PRATT, Owner and Manager of Copper Tavern Hotel, Applicant. 3487 Government Liquor Act —E Notice of Application for Beer License CURT Teta eg rg ENT , NOTICE is hereby given that on the . eleventh day of Mareh next the under- signed intends to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect » to premises being part of the building ; known as the Tourist Hotel, situate on , Lots One and Two, Block Eleven, Dis- nine, Terrace Townsite, Province of British Columbia, according to a regis- tered map or plan deposited in the Land Registry Office at the City of. Prince Rupert and numbered 972, for the sale of beer by the glass or by the open bottle for consumption on the premises. Sond 1925. + A. P. CHENETTE, Manager and Lessee of Tourist, Hotel, ~~" “AppHeant. nae Ss S a i DATED at Terrace, B.C., this 10th’ # day of February A.D. 1926. trict Lot, Three. Hundred and ‘Sixty-| ze Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that, on the 14th day of March next, the under- signed intends to apply to the Liquor Contro] Board for a license in respect of premises being part of the building known as Nichol Hotel, situate at Pacific, B.C., upon the lands deseribed as Lots No, 3 and 4, Block No, 4, Map 997, Prince Rupert Land Registration | Diatrict, in the Provinee of British Columbia, for the sale of beer by the glass or by the open bottle for con- sumption on the premises, DATED this 19th day of February. 1925. M. ANDERSON, 3487 Applicant. Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that on the 21st day of March next the undersigned intends to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect to prem- ises being part of the building known as Grandview Hotel, situate in Townsite of South Hazelton, in the Provinee of British Columbia, upon the lands des- cribed as Lots thirteen (13) and fourteen (ps Block seventeen (17), District Lot eight hundred and fifty-one (851), Ha- ton Land Recording Distriet, aceord- ing to a registered map or plan deposit ed in the Land Registry Office in the City of Prince Rupert and numbered 9743, for the sale of beer by the glass ‘or by the open bottle for consumption on the premiages, . DATED at South Hazelton'B.C., this 23rd day of February, 1925. 2.00 0 . A, GODDARD, S548 Applicant, Review your subscription today, Mele || Pat O’Hooley on The ‘Lost Art BY I. H. HOLDEN . (Copyrighted, 1925, by I. H. Holden, Céreal, Alta.). *'Ut’s an old saying that man is gettin’ weaker an’ wiser; but there’s nothin’ t’ ut,’’ said Pat QO’ Hooley, addressing the section crew, while he filled his pine. ‘‘There’s no doubt that man is weaker all roight, an’ he’s get- tin’ worse all th’ toime; but that’s not sayin’ he’s wiser, fer th’ average man of today is an intel- leetual nonentity, compared t’ th’ great min of olden toimes.”’ “Huh!” gerunted Tim Kelley, turning up his snub nose, "‘Speak for yourself, Pat; vou’re not talk- ing to us. We disdain the classi- fication with the heathens! Are we not superior in every wav? Look at the knowledge we have; the works of art, music, science, and the inventions. Who gave them to us? Is there anything to compare with them in the his- tory of the past? Why, I’m just a section Kand—and not much good at that—but [’m smarter than King Solomon was for all his reputation.”’ ‘Bee ver pardon, ver lord- ship!’ said Pat, sneeringly. t? prove me contintion, “How did ye arrive at that con- clusion?”’ ' “Well, if King Solomon was here and had to start the put- put car, we wouldn’t get to the end of the section in a month.”’ “Yes,” said Pat, ‘‘an’ if ye hadn’t bin shown four hundred toimeg ye wouldn’t know how t’ git ut goin’ versilf. All ye know has bin driven int’ yer head wid a maul; an’ ut’s taken the com- bined thought of a million min t’ perfect th’ injine that drives th’ put-put. Aven thin, if ut wasn’t fer th’ art of printin,’ whereby ivery discovery is preserved an’ handed down, ye’d all be as help- less as teddy-bears; fer none of ye iver had an original thought in yer loives.”’ . ‘*We'll compare pretty favor- ably with all those old geezers you are talkin’ about,’’ said Tim, stoutiv. ‘In what way were they go extraordinarv?”’ ‘In more ways than wan,’’ said Pat. ‘‘An’ I don’t have t’ bring up the great min oZ history Aven Canadian Big Game For Austrian Alps. | 7 Here are geen some fine speelmens of mouataln sheep, photographid near Banff, Alberta. Inset. a matntain gost giving an idea of the fine gun or camera trophies these big yarne animals provide. A Banff railway station re- ' cently a small official gath- ering bade goodbye’ to six . worthy members of Nature's Own, Alpine Club. They had never be- Fore been passengers although from, their lofty home in the Canadian Pacific Rockies they had watched and heard the trains thet day by ‘day shuttle smoothly to and fro on the world’s greatest highway. In deed so close to the railway track did they oft times venture that the people in passing trains had the unique pleasure of seeing these hardy mountaineers ascending and descending the cliffs and crags of thelr native haunts. For they were the famous "Big Horns,” the wild sheep of Canada’ great mountain region. Lodged in upholstered crates, accommodated in a roomy Dominion Express car, they were consigned to a large estate high up in. the Alps of Austria where! they will have liberty te roam in a congenial environment and where, it is hoped, they may in course of time multiply and become as abun- dant as the flocks that feed on the Alpine meadows near Lake Louise and that wander upon the sunny elopes of Yolio Valley. ae ount Hohenloe, an Austrian ao- bleman, who had: ‘travelled. in the Rockies and who had seen the wild, sheep of that region, belaved that acclimatized and would become thrive well in the highlands of his native country. Anxious to put his - theory to the test he entered into negotiations ‘with the Canadian Gov. ernment and succeeded in securing two rams and four to Austria. . In the Ganadian Pacific Rockies wher? “Big Horn” sheep are increas- ing enormously in numbers there is yet » great plenty-of other large game animals. . The territory west- ward of and convenient to Lake Win- dermere Camp is noted for Grizzly Bear, A comparatively short trail . journey northward = from Lake Louise brings one into a region where white goats clamber on the cliffa and crags. ‘In the open valleys south of Banff there are many elk and moose a-browsing. Too, out there the Spray Lakes sparkle in the sunshine, the finest trouting water in Nor’. West Canada. And whether you hunt with rifle or with camera the sportsmtin will find ‘tro- ewes for export phies worth the winning, in this . ? given opportunity they ‘would ‘easily: vast and unspoiled land ot ‘spiurtie man's lure, — ee mere This is Pat pre-historic man had a bigger skull than we have; an’ there was no ‘rooms t’ let’ in the top of ut ither. He had t’ doa lot of thinkin’ fer himself—an’ do ut quick at toimes:| He carried no volume of ‘How t’ Escape Rep- tiles of Forty Fut an’ Over’: neither had he a work on ‘How. t’ Stab a Tiger on the Spring’, He had t’ map out his own course of action under all cireamstances: he had t’ eat (an’ there was no soup kitchens in those days), an’ he had t’ rustle his own under- clothes or go naked. An’ he done ut; fer Mr, Prehistoric Man was a rale jint in moind an’ body or he couldn’t get by at all, “Yes, Mr. Tim Kelley, in those _|days man was a rare old buck. He could take care of himself among dangers that would whiten th’ hair of modern man in wan avenin’, He could trail an’ kill th’ most dangerous animals for his meat; he slept wid wan eye open an’ th’ ither wan not more than half closed; he found his way at noight by the stars; he knew by sniffin’ th’ wind whin a storm was brewin’; he could see loike an eagle, swim an’ doive loike a beaver; his hearin’ was most acute, his sinse of smell tremendous; an’ his fingers could feel wid th’ delicacy of a cat's whiskers. In all these things he was self-sufficient, an’ he came an’ wint as he pleased. Could ye aven make a pretinee of doin’ that, Tim Kelley?” l don’t care, to if I could,’’ said Tim. ‘I’m not trained that way. But 1 can tune in ona radio, work a crossword puzzle, and do a double shuffle with my feet; an’ that’s more than your prodigy ever thought of doing,” ‘Ye’re more than half wrong, atthat,”’ said Pat. ‘‘Mr. Ancient Man had a radio of hisown, He caught th’ echoes that rang from cliff to cliff and back again; ut’s th’ same principle. He worked eross-fut puzzles—an’ I’}l bet they were moighty perplexin’— whin he studied th’ prints of claws an’ paws an’ hoofs, his loife depindin’ on his judgmint. As fer dancin’, he was a great dancer, a8 carvin’s on bone an’ rocks prove. Yes, ‘sir, Mr. An- cient Man was'a wonder; an’ he accomplished somethin’ back in those days that’s a lost art,’ “What did he do so wonder. ful?” asked Tim. “Somethin’ that you ¢an’t do, Mr, Tim,” said Pat.. ‘‘He bossed his woife! An’ any man who could do that’ an’ git away wid ut, widout gettin’ his head bruk, is entitled t’ respict,) an’ I’m takin’ off mé hat-t’ Mr. Ancient “|Man, aven if he was somethin’ of a hathen.”’ oe