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TWO SHOWS SATURDAY
OTHER NIGHTS ONE SHOW

presented my best thumb and was soon
twisting and curving over the new high-
way towards Terrace. The backwoods
of B.C. are rich in beauty, lore and
activity as I was soon to see on my south-
ern ramble. Terrace with its orchards
of red apples along the roadside; the
Hazeltons—Old, South and New—pre-
senting one of the Empire’s highest sus-
pension bridges and an assortment of
rare type Totems; Moricetown, famous
for its Salmon and Trout fishing; Yue
Ling’s for a good T-Bone steak and the
welcome beacon of Smithers beckoning
us for the night.

Morning and the Hudson Bay Glacier
frowned from its cold heights on the
right . . . along Bulkley River to Telkwa

OLSEN TRANSPORT

OTTO OLSEN, Proprietor

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Winch and Semi-Trailer Service

Contract Trucking

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Box 132, Fort St. John, B.C.

M. H. SLYMAN
GENERAL MERCHANT — FUR TRADER

P.O. Box 195

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Fort St. John
Beatin River

Murdale Trading Post
Prophet River Post, B. C.

7 and 9 p.m.
8 p.m.

nestled in the foothills of the Coastal
Range . . . past the beautiful chain of
lakes that pour themselves into the
Nechako River.

Prince George—a town of 2500 before
the war—has tripled its population as
new sawmills, homes and tourist cabins
mushroom. Familiar to the oldtimers
are the names Quesnel—the terminus of
the proposed Overland Telegraph to
Europe, marked with a stone monument
in memorium to noble ideas. Soda Creek

. the Old Cariboo Trail where many
a prospector struggled with pack or pack
horses in the northward rush for gold.
Still a blessing for the traveller today are
the comfortable log roadhouses’ built in
the early days, lining the highway at
such mileposts as 150, 129, 111, 100,
99... Cache Creek... Ashcroft...
Spences Bridge . . . Boston Bar and the
tugged Fraser Valley soon gave way to
the open country of Chilliwack and New
Westminster. The steady stream of
traffic swallowed me and I was belched
out at Vancouver.

I knew I was on the “outside” in “civi-
lization” once more when an auto, too
eager for the green light, leaped at me
and a frustrated landlady, unable to see
“elegance” as she said in a six month’s
growth of whiskers, put my pal and me
out on the street, but the Neon lights of
Granville Street were a silent consolation.

A boat ticket, the Princess Kathleen,
100 miles of water and my ultimate goal,

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FORT ST. JOHN

AKER'S
READ

H. H. BAKER, Proprietor

BREAD, CAKES and PASTRY

“We Aim to Please”

British Columbia

Victoria, B.C., brought half a dozen {yj
months of adventure to a close gy
October 23rd. Flat broke but with ,
place to rest my head I sought trayels jp
another land . . . the Land of Nod; anj
this time I was too tired to hitch-hike
so I strapped on my pearly wings an}
fluttered into the fleecy clouds 9
oblivion.

*See the next issue of THE SHOULDER Strap jp
which the author, Phil Allen, describes his trip
from “Whitehorse to Dawson on a Stem.
wheeler.”

IT doesn’t make sense. When a woman's
toe sticks out of her shoes, she’s fashiov-
able! When a man’s toe sticks out, hes
a bum!

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