February 7, 1918: Restaurant and Hotel Food Rules, United States Food Administration. Notice: We, the undersigned, at request of Federal Food Administrator for Alaska, have agreed to observe in our places of business the following program of serving food to our customers until further notice. Each Tuesday: no meat (beef, mutton or pork.) Each Saturday: no wheat or food made there from. Each Day: one meatless meal. No bread, crackers, butter or sugar on table until meal is served. Two lumps of sugar to each cup of tea or coffee, or equivalent in dry granulated sugar. We also agree to refrain from baking wheat bread for Wednesdays, and from the use of butter and animal fats in cooking as far as possible. Wrangell Hotel, By J.G. Grant. Wrangell Restaurant, by Mrs. L.E. Barron. Boston Café, By L. Nakamato. Wrangell, Alaska, January 16, 1918.
February 5, 1943: Two years ago when Robert Shermer was one of the stars on the Wrangell High basketball team he probably little dreamed that 1943 would see him writing letters home from the South Pacific. But, according to a letter received by his grandmother, Mrs. M.A. Cramer. Wrangell relatives and friends learned that Robert has been promoted. The letter follows: January 1, 1943. “Dear Grandmother: I can imagine how you feel not hearing from me for such a long time and I want you to know that I really am sorry if I have caused you any undue worry, because outside of an attack of malaria I am feeling swell. Well maybe you have guessed by now that I am not in the good old USA anymore and haven’t been for six months and I sure miss all the things we had back there, heck I don’t know what the popular songs are now. The last one I heard was that screwy “Jingle Jangle” thing. I have been promoted to P.F.C. and have hopes of making Corporal before I return to the states. (I hope.) Right now we are on an island down in the South Pacific (name not to be disclosed) and it is so blooming hot that you have to change your shirts about twice a day and wring them out. Boy you can’t walk fifty feet without the sweat breaking out on you, like you just had a shower.”
February 8, 1968: By Bob Weaver of the column Weaver’s Loom. Our mailbag continues to belch forth with unbelievable things. Like the note we got from a candidate for Congress, addressed to the “Wrangell Centennial.” Really not a bad name for the oldest paper around Alaska, I guess. But we’re not the only people with mail trouble. Like the other day when a garage owner had a shipment of brake fluid sent in by mail. It not only got to him, it got to a lot of other people’s letters. Kind of a new type scent for letters.
February 4, 1993: The Wrangell Museum Committee will be sponsoring a Native Regalia display and telling of Native legends as part of the 1993 Tent City Days festival. The event will be held in the Middle School Commons at 4 p.m., Sunday. Anyone wishing to have their regalia displayed can contact Marge Byrd or Janelle Privett. Rides to and from the show will be available.
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