THE GOLD RUSH
During the Great Gold Rush of Alaska,
men in thousands came from all parts of the world.
Many were ignorant of the hardships before them,
the intense cold, the lack of food —
and a journey through regions of ice and snow
was a problem that awaited them.
The Chilkoot Pass.
test of man's endurance.
At this point many turned back discouraged,
whilst others went bravely on.
The Top of the Pass.
Three days from anywhere.
A Lone Prospector.
Another lone prospector.
Big Jim's Lucky Strike.
"I've found it! I've found it! A Mountain of Gold!"
Here lies Jim Sourdough
On this spot got lost in the Snow Friday 1898.
Then came a storm.
A Lone Cabin.
And a Lone Man.
WANTED
"Get out of here!"
"Get out, the pair of you."
"There's another bullet left, so beat it!"
"I'll stay right here!"
The storm raged for days.
And three men were hungry.
"I must have food!"
"What are you eating?"
"Nothing."
"We must get food.
One of us must brave that storm."
"We'll cut the cards, and the low man goes."
The Hand of the Law.
Thanksgiving Dinner.
Indifferent to his comrades plight,
Black Larsen stumbles on the claim of Big Jim McKay.
Still waiting for relief.
"Food! Food!"
"I thought you was a chicken."
"I'm sorry, I must be crazy."
Chicken or no chicken, his friend looks appetizing.
Then came the parting of the ways.
One to his secret mine.
The other to his fate.
Back to the mountain of gold.
The North. A law unto itself.
One of the many cities in the Far North,
built overnight during the great gold rush.
Jack, The ladies man.
A disappointed prospector.
The only gold he made with pick and shovel.
That night in the Monte Carlo dance hall.
The Stranger.
"What's wrong with you tonight, dear?"
"I guess I'm bored."
"If I could only meet some one worth while —
I'm so tired of this place."
"How's the little spitfire?"
"Oh quit that stuff and have a drink."
"You're pretty fresh, ain't ya?"
"Come on now, me and you are going to dance."
"Hey you! Come here!"
"Do you mind dancing with me?"
"You see, I'm very particular who I dance with."
The following morning.
Hank Curtis cabin.
Within a stone throw of the dance hall.
One way of getting breakfast.
Big Jim McKay owing to the blow
he had received, lost his memory
and wandered aimlessly on.
Hank Curtis and his partner
prepare for a trip to their mine.
"Who is the little fellow?"
"Just someone to take care of the cabin while I'm away."
"Don't forget to feed the mule."
Away from the dance hall.
"I haven't seen you since we danced together."
"I guess you're lonesome here."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Why don't you invite us to dinner sometime?"
"Oh! Yes Ma'am."
"Will you really come to dinner?"
"Oh yes! Let's make it New Year's Eve, girls."
"Ver well. eight o'clock New Year's Eve."
"I left my gloves."
To make possible the New Year's dinner,
he begged, borrowed and shovelled.
New Year's Eve.
Five minutes to Eight.
"Hello, Georgia!"
"Hello, Jack!"
"Speech! Speech!"
"I'm so h..h.happy — Oh, I can't — —"
"But I'll dance..."
"He's wonderful!"
HAPPY NEW YEAR
"Our old friend Scotty will sing Auld Lang Syne."
"That reminds me our little friend the tramp."
"Let's go up and have some fun with him."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"You go first. We'll scare the wits out of him."
"Isn't he here?"
"Well it doesn't matter. Kiss me."
"Please don't!"
"The joke has gone too far, let's go!"
"Why don't you kiss me?"
"You will!"
The recorder's office the next day.
Big Jim McKay wanders into town.
"I have a mountain of gold."
"Where is this place?"
"I can't remember."
"The cabin! That's it! If I only knew the way to the cabin,
I could find the mine."
"I'm sorry Jim, but we're very busy."
In the Dance Hall that night.
I'm sorry for what I did last night.
Please forgive me.
I love you Georgia
"Come here bum."
"Say! Come here."
"Give that bum this note,
and don't tell him I sent it."
"Have you seen Georgia?"
"Where's Georgia?"
"THE CABIN!"
"The Cabin! The Cabin! Take me to the cabin."
"Take me to the Cabin
and I'll make you a millionaire in less than a month."
"Georgia, I got your note— —"
"—and now I'm going to make good— —"
"To the Cabin!"
After a long and tedious journey.
"The Cabin at last!"
"Bring in the eats, and in the morning we'll start for the mine."
Man proposes, but a storm disposes.
And as our slumbering heroes
slept throughout the storm — —
fate guided them to a spot where all was calm.
Blissful ignorance.
Preparing for breakfast.
"It's the stomach."
"I'll see what's outside."
"Take it easy!"
"Don't move! Don't breathe!"
"My Claim! My Claim! At last I've found my claim."
"Look! We're rich! We're millionaires."
Good bye Alaska.
Homeward bound on the good ship success.
"Make way for the Multi-millionaires."
The Press.
"The press is publishing a story of your career.
Would you kindly pose for us in your mining clothes?"
"No, no, not the nails— the corns."
Everything but Georgia.
Georgia.
Searching for a stowaway.
"He's in the steerage here somewhere.
If I find him I'll put him in irons."
"So you're the stowaway— I've been looking for you."
"Please, please, don't put him in irons. I'll pay his fare."
"A stowaway, heck!
That's Big Jim's partner, the Multi-millionaire."
"James. Make arragements for another guest."
"Excuse me sir— Who is the lady?"
"Congratulations."
"Gee! This will make a wonderful story."
"Hold! Still!"
"Oh! You've spoilt the picture"
THE END