#klondike magazine

[sassafrasmoonshine]

George Alfred Williams (British, 1875-1932) • Klondike magazine cover illustration • 1895-1897 • Colour lithograph on paper • Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya, Barcelona

[frc-ambaradan]

"That's the 'Star of the Transvaal': the last diamond mined in our shafts and the only one remaining, a memory of old times! It's our symbol! And it's not for sale... expecially not to a pest such as you!"

Dewey: ... the diamond! Unca Scrooge was gifted the "Star of the Transvaal"!

Dewey: You've been rewarded for your good deed! By the way, what's become of the diamond? I don't remember seeing it anywhere in the bin!

...

Goldie: I... really don't know what to say, Scrooge! Thank you! Scrooge: My pleasure, Goldie!

K - I diari del Klondike (2023)

[alln64games]

Alice in Cardland 64

JP release: 7th August 1998

NA release: N/A

PAL release: N/A

Developer: Bottom Up

Publisher: Bottom Up

Original Name: 64 Trump Collection: Alice no Waku Waku Trump World

N64 Magazine Score: 21%

The name “Alice in Cardland” is my attempt at a localised name for this game, the more literal translation is “64 Playng Collection: Alice’s Exciting Playing Card World”. The game is listed online as “64 Trump Collection: Alice no Waku Waku Trump World”, however “Trump” is essentially a Japanese slang term for playing card games (presumably based on “trump card”, used in some trick-taking games).

Alice in Cardland is a retelling of Alice in Wonderland where Alice has to win a card game to progress. The first one is Old Maid (played with a joker instead of a queen). The problem with card games like this: you are literally drawing random cards from opponents. There’s no skill. You can protect a card three times in a round, but that’s only useful if you’re losing and the CPU can do the same to you. You have to have the highest store in three rounds, so you just have to keep trying until you randomly win.

I decided to let Alice spend the rest of her life with the living furniture as you can just play the games separately. The regular card games consist of: Pairs, Old Maid, Sevens, Speed, Cheat/Doubt, Page One (a version of Uno using just playing cards), Daifugō (a Japanese card game where you have to get rid of your cards, a bit like a trick taking game) and Seven Bridge, although there are a few extra games as well.

I was intrigued when I saw poker, but it’s just a very basic Video Poker. Blackjack is also played in the same interface – it all seems like it was taken from another game and thrown into this for more content.

The same is also true of solitaire (Klondike and Freecell variants), which again seems like they’re from a completely different game. Rounding out all the games are a few “fortune telling” events and another Uno variant with slightly different rules.

Alice in Cardland isn’t terribly made, it all works and has a cute style. It’s more the concept of the game that fails. In multiplayer, it’s far less cumbersome to play all these games with a £1 pack of cards. The only advantage is you can play against the computer, but these games are just dull without the conversation and banter – not to mention how you facial expressions and bluffing turn games like Old Maid into an actual game and not just picking random cards.

If, like us, you’ve always found yourself being repeatedly humiliated whenever a deck of cards is present, Trump World will offer you that self-same experience many times over. Card sharks are scuppered, too, because any attempt to read the poker face of a chair, or a mouse, is ultimately destined to fail.

- Mark Green, N64 Magazine #25

Remake or remaster?

A pack of playing cards is the only “remake” needed.

Official ways to get the game.

There is no official way to get Alice in Cardland

[patemi-pk]

Tutti i milioni di Paperone

Other Life and Times #1

How has Scrooge McDuck accumulated his first millions? This is the question answered by italian 2007 series "Tutti i milioni di Paperone". At the time Life and Times was obviously known by authors and readers, but the way of taking it into consideration in italian stories was not set in stone. Italians had, over the years, diverged in creating their personal interpretation of the Disney canon, in a way that Don Rosa's saga didn't account for. Clearly Klondike was a definitive element for Scrooge's biography, but, apart from that, everything was open for debate. This series was part of a sort of tradition for Topolino, to have a big summer event to keep readers engaged with the magazine.

The writer, Fausto Vitaliano, dwingles between doing something that can coherent fit in the crevices of Don Rosa's work and disregarding Life and Times all together. The result is a fluctuating narrative uniterest in the epic display of Scrooge's deeds, but more accomodated in the environment of classic italian Disney comedy, highlighting his wit and perseverance. Its initial run consisted of ten chapters, chronicling the ways he acquired his first 10 millions. A decade later the series was selected to be collected in the new anthological title Disney Definitive Collection, 4 stories per volume. But, doing so, the third volume was supposed to end up half empty. To replenish the title, a second season was ordered to the original author, expanding the story to encompass the first 20 millions earned by Scrooge McDuck.

[lettheladylead]

running in circles

chapter thirty-five: thought i was more than the afterlife summary: Goldie reads Scrooge’s autobiography. warnings: references to sex, nothing explicit wordcount: 3676 playlist (will be updated as chapters are posted): shorturl.at/bfBCQ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33776632/chapters/97715058 site link: https://sites.google.com/view/running-in-circles/chapters/chapter35

here’s chapter thirty-five!! text will also be included in this post for those of you that don’t use ao3:

1987; Dawson:

“Scwooge McDuck. Hermit to hewo. The shut-in…now shining out! Are we going to be seeing a more hewoic side? A sort of…altruistic adventure capitalist?”

“Mmm! That has a nice ring to it!”

Goldie switched to another channel, not really interested in watching Scrooge antagonize a new enemy for himself. The new guy (whatever his name was) seemed like a weirdo, but ultimately harmless. Scrooge could probably stand a regular nuisance to keep him on his guard.

She’d been annoying herself by seeking out news about Scrooge - in business magazines, on television, newspapers, everywhere. She was just desperately curious where he was and what he was up to. They still called and caught up with each other every few months, but it didn’t feel like enough for her. She wanted to see him again. Get in his face.

Her own life was not going in any interesting directions. She was at some sort of standstill…going through the motions of each day without really learning or growing or gaining much. A treasure hunt here and there were fine, but not fun. Not exciting.

She also just kind of wanted to talk to someone. Didn’t have to be Scrooge, but who else could understand her? With him, she could reminisce, she could joke around, she could reference her past misdeeds and her future misdeeds and he’d know exactly what she was talking about. He knew her better than anyone.

The calendar on her desk was screaming at her. She couldn’t believe it was 1987. She met Scrooge ninety years ago. That was longer than most people’s entire lives. Those orphans she’d given food and a home to so long ago? All of them were dead. Not a single one even made it to 85. She wondered if growing up half-starved in the freezing cold had anything to do with that. Or maybe they just made bad life decisions because of her influence. Who could know, really?

Goldie sighed and laid face-down on her bed. It was mid-morning and she didn’t have anything to do. No treasure to hunt, no people to see, no museums to rob. She needed to do something.

She could walk around Dawson. Go to the hair salon. Go to the library, maybe.

Actually, the library sounded like a good idea. A place where she could think about something other than Scrooge. Learn a thing or two. Maybe research some new potential treasures to hunt down.

Yeah, yeah. That’d be a great way to spend her afternoon.

—

It was not a great way to spend her afternoon.

Unbeknownst to Goldie, her rival-slash-lover had released an autobiography. She always knew he liked to talk about himself and his family, but a book?

She hadn’t gone looking for it. Someone just happened to toss it into the return bin just as she stepped into the library. Since he was the big Klondike Success Story, people in the area were excited to read it and some school children were forced to read it for their classes.

Obviously she had to grab a copy and read it herself. How could she not?

Goldie knew her curiosity was too strong to make it back to the Blackjack, so she plopped her butt down in the nearest comfy chair and started reading right then and there at the library. Who was going to stop her? She was the oldest person in town and she donated to the library regularly. Everyone knew to leave her alone and let her read.

“I was born in Glasgow to my poor parents, Downy and Fergus. Fergus came from a strong family of powerful ducks, while Downy O’Drake’s parents were local business owners. She’d had a modest wealth in her youth and gave it up to marry my father, while he’d been poor his entire life. The McDuck name is strongly associated with a large castle in Glasgow, however the castle was burned down decades before my father’s father was born.”

Goldie glared at the pages. She couldn’t believe that she knew all of that already. She got annoyed at the thought that this book was just going to be a refresher course for her on things about Scrooge she already knew. So many things he’d shared with her and very few other people were now being shared with anyone in the world that could read.

“When Matilda was born, I couldn’t have been happier. She was the most bubbly baby I’d ever seen.”

She flipped through the pages, skipping past Hortense and Scrooge’s early years to get to something more interesting. Specifically…she wanted to know what he’d written about Dawson. And her. Mostly about her.

“I made my way to Dawson City in 1896. Thousands of men and women were headed towards the Yukon at the start of the Gold Rush, but I managed to arrive before most of the riff-raff. It was there that I met some of the most dangerous people I’d ever known, particularly one Mr. Jefferson Randolph “Soapy” Slick.”

Goldie felt her breath catch in her throat. She hadn’t given Soapy more than a passing thought in decades - the only time he came to mind was whenever she caught a man trying to pour something suspicious into a woman’s drink at one of her bars. Reminded her of the things she didn’t miss.

“Soapy employed a number of men across the Chilkoot Trail - you couldn’t go to a single Gold Rush town without running into one of his goons. Though Skagway was his main stomping ground, he had a significant influence in Dawson. Most of the local businesses owed him money and he wouldn’t hesitate to use that debt to get free food and tools, which he would then use to further scam innocent men who just wanted to make money for their families. A word of advice? Always keep your receipts.”

Goldie hummed quietly in thought. He hadn’t mentioned her yet. That was fine. It wasn’t like he was going to brag about being poisoned by a sexy saloon owner that would later take his virginity and then stalk him for several months. That’d be an odd brag.

“Among those business owners that were being intimidated by Soapy was Glittering Goldie, owner of a popular saloon in town. For a long time I thought she was working for Soapy, trying to steal from me and help him run the town, but eventually I realized she was trying to steal from me all on her own. She especially wanted to steal my goose egg-sized gold nugget that I’d managed to mine at my claim.”

She smiled softly, happy that he didn’t use her full name or name her business. He hadn’t asked her for permission, after all, and she valued her privacy. It was a surprisingly kind gesture.

“Goldie visited my claim several miles from Dawson and helped me dig for gold for a few weeks, trying to find a giant nugget of her own, until Soapy came and tried to take her back to town with my money. We got into a bit of a brawl that ended with Soapy falling into the river. I tried to help him, but he was dragged away by the current and never seen again. Then Goldie felt safe enough to return to Dawson, so she left.”

Goldie felt her brain short-circuiting a little. He sanitized and boiled their time together into one shitty little paragraph that didn’t even scratch the surface of what happened. Also - tried to help Soapy? Really? It wasn’t like the courts could prosecute him for killing a man in self-defense ninety years ago. Why bother lying about it?

She grumbled and adjusted her position in the chair, worried that the next few chapters were going to annoy her as much as that one. She expected some lies, of course, because his life wasn’t all family-friendly or appropriate for the average reader. But she thought he’d give her some more credit. Maybe at least mention the poisoning or that Soapy tried to kill her or that they were falling a little bit in love while she was there. But…nothing. Not a word of it.

Still, she couldn’t stop reading.

“After my claim near Dawson was used up, I made my way down the Chilkoot Trail. I stopped in Canyon City for a few months, then Finnegan’s Point, then Skagway. In 1899, near the end of my Gold Rush journey, I ended up coming to America - in a town called Gumption. That’s where I met notorious robber baron John D. Rockerduck, whose family still owns the Rockerduck Estates.”

Goldie felt herself getting more impatient. No mention of her whatsoever in those years. Fine. He had a lot of other things going on.

“Rockerduck tried to steal a significant amount of gold from me, so I banded together with the local sheriff to get it back and distribute the gold to the townspeople. Nowadays Gumption is a small, but wealthy town that knows to stay away from men like Rockerduck.”

Still no mention of Goldie. She had to admit, it was starting to hurt a little.

“Not long after Gumption, I ran into an old friend in Juneau, Alaska. Together we discovered a portal to another world and that’s when I confirmed something I always knew to be true - magic is real and it’s very, very dangerous.”

Goldie blinked rapidly at the words in front of her. Of all the terms she’d used to describe her and Scrooge’s relationship over the years, old friends was not one of them. She didn’t understand why he didn’t just mention her by name. For her privacy? She wasn’t the only Goldie in the world and certainly not the only one from Dawson City. Was she only going to be mentioned once? Just that she owned a saloon and mined with him for a month and then…nothing? He couldn’t seriously just erase her from his story. If he was worried about her privacy, he should’ve just asked.

“By that time, I’d started working on my relationship with Duckburg. I’d had to buy the land back from a local family of dogs that tried to swindle me out of what was rightfully mine, but it was worth the price. Duckburg became my home. Where I’d bring my family from Scotland and where I’d build my mansion and where I hoped to build a thriving city. Which I did, as you know.”

She didn’t know what to think of Scrooge as a writer. Had he written this all himself or gotten a ghost writer? Goldie had so many questions.

“Despite settling down in Duckburg, I couldn’t stop adventuring and treasure hunting on the side. My businesses were growing rapidly thanks to my innovation and fiscal security, so I had plenty of time and money to spend on extracurricular activities, though my treasure hunting did inevitably benefit my companies as well.”

Goldie skipped ahead once again. There was a very special, interesting little thing that happened to the two of them in 1914 that there was no way he could’ve just pretended didn’t happen. He had to mention her there, at least.

“In 1914, I decided to take a vacation for a few years and leave my company in the capable hands of my then-CFO. It was just five years, but it felt like a lifetime. Though I enjoyed the quiet and the beautiful scenery, I needed to get back to work. So by 1920 I was back to business. I’ve always been a man who thrived on working; I hated sitting still for so long.”

She almost laughed. Almost. The fact that he referred to her as beautiful scenery wasn’t lost on her, but Goldie was mad. Alright, okay, yes, there was no reason to tell his readers that he survived being trapped in ice for several years because he and his rival were cursed by an ice demon of some sort. That might make him look crazy. But he could’ve at least mentioned that he was in Dawson and on his little “vacation” with her.

She wasn’t irrelevant. She wasn’t scenery. She was definitely going to yell at him about this.

Goldie skipped through a couple more chapters - boy did Scrooge love to talk about money and gold and business - trying to find something else that was relevant to her. She could read the rest later if she really wanted to, though she doubted there was anything that she didn’t already know.

Her eyes landed on the 1930’s and she hesitated. One time period for Scrooge that Goldie didn’t know much about was while she had disappeared. She knew he’d continued to thrive financially, but…personally? She didn’t know anything.

“In 1935, I received a letter that sent me into a wave of deep depression. A good friend of mine, someone I’d known for over thirty years, had passed in a mysterious and frightening way.”

Okay, not exactly true, and still not mentioning her by name, but she’d take it.

“I didn’t want to believe she was dead and spent several years trying to convince myself that it wasn’t true. I reached out to her friends and family and coworkers, I sent letters to her home. I even reached out to a mysterious friend of hers in China. They all said the same thing: we haven’t seen her. And so I eventually had to accept her death as truth and move on with my life.”

Goldie didn’t know what to think about all that. If he really did reach out to her sister, she’d never heard about it. The thought made her uncomfortable. How would Scrooge have even known? She’d never told him about her. Maybe he was exaggerating.

“After my friend’s death, I threw myself into my work even harder than before. I channeled my grief into profit and used that to get richer and richer. By 1947, I was the second richest man in the entire world - the only man richer than me at that time was Vander Zee, owner of the VDZ Hotels and countless factories.”

Oh, great, her ‘death’ just made him work harder. What a disturbing way to talk about her untimely demise. Goldie wondered if any of this was even remotely true, considering the amount of lies he’d told about them already.

“In the early 1950s, I fell back into adventuring and treasure hunting, realizing that it was the only thing in my life besides earning money that made me feel like myself again. Losing my friend had left me feeling empty, but getting back to how we used to spend our time together made me whole once again.”

Goldie was really struggling with this autobiography. She sort of understood why he wouldn’t mention her coming back from the grave, since, again, people might think he was crazy. But still…she would’ve appreciated being mentioned again. It was weird to read these excerpts of half-truths blended in with full truths and blatant lies. What was Scrooge gaining from all this? She needed to get in touch with him again, clearly. Maybe stop by Duckburg for dinner. An angry dinner.

After she finished the book, of course.

“In the year 1960, I finally became the richest man in the world after selling a mine to Vander Zee. He’s never made proper use of the minerals, in my opinion, but that’s his problem now. Similarly, becoming the richest man brought me a new problem of my own: a ghastly creature named Bombie that followed me around for months until I found a way to deal with it on my own.”

To be fair to Scrooge, Goldie had absolutely no expectation that he’d mention their weekend. That would definitely not be anyone’s business but their own.

“It was also around that time that I experienced the worst theft of my life. Over the years I’d dealt with many thieves, some of them slicker and more charming than others, but this one remains a mystery to this day. I won’t disclose the amount of money that went missing that year, but to whoever took it: I will find you, one day. And I will get my money back.”

She had a vague memory of Scrooge interrogating her about some missing money back in the early 60s. Goldie didn’t blame him for thinking that was her doing, but she preferred to steal with a bit more flash and finesse. Something that was fun and classy but still had her name all over it. If she remembered right, it was around two million dollars that went missing. Whoever took it was probably living the good life.

She skimmed through the 60s, not super interested in reading about Scrooge’s attempts to date other women. He’d spent time with models and actresses and spies and she didn’t care to think about it. They were always so young.

“In the late 1960’s, I started spending time in London with an old friend of mine. He’d started a little…club, you could say, and I wanted in. Though I can’t safely share many details about it, it’s certainly been one of the most exciting parts of the last few decades. I’ve met so many new and interesting people through this club, and I continue to participate in their events on occasion. Whenever they need me, really.”

It took her a second to realize he was talking about S.H.U.S.H. Goldie was surprised to read about how much he enjoyed the spy life. She’d thought it was kind of cheesy and overly strict in their rules and regulations, but hey. That was her. Scrooge didn’t usually like rules, but maybe he didn’t have to follow them all since he’s best buds with the owner.

She skipped around a few more chapters until finally landing on the 1980s, which was wrapping up towards the end of the book. She quickly flipped open the front cover to see when he’d released this little biography and discovered it was already a few years old. How had this not been brought to her attention yet? Not even by one of her employees?

“In early 1980, I finally merged my two companies together to form McDuck Enterprises - solidifying my rank as the richest duck in the world. There was no way any other person could ever hope to outrank me with the amount of land, development, and businesses that I had control of. And I stand by that today - McDuck Enterprises is worth three times the amount of the next largest company.”

Goldie closed the book and sighed, staring down at the cover. It had a profile of Scrooge’s face, looking stern and serious as ever. She had so many questions. Why did he write this? Was he pressured by his publicist? Did he have a publicist? Since when did he care about his public image to this degree? Was that the price of fame? Were people not baffled by him being over one hundred years old?

…and did anyone wonder what happened to Glittering Goldie? Or the identity of the friend who “passed” right before World War II?

She looked up to see that the library was closing and suddenly realized how hungry she was. She’d managed to lose her entire day to Scrooge’s stupid book. Once again she spent hours and hours thinking about him. How embarrassing.

Goldie turned to look at the cover again and scoffed. Didn’t he think she would read it when she found out about it? Or maybe he thought she cared so little about him that she wouldn’t want to see what he said about her. Goldie felt that despite all the games she played, her interest in Scrooge was pretty clear. She’d been pursuing him for a long, long time, even when she didn’t want to be.

One of the library employees was staring at her nervously and Goldie realized she probably wanted to close up for the night. She got up and held the book in the air so the employee could see. “I’m taking this.”

“Y-yes, Miss O’Gilt,” she responded nervously.

She headed out the door and thought about going back to the hotel. But she also felt a sudden urge to get out of Dawson. There was a small angry tick in her chest that wanted to scream about this book - wanted to scream at Scrooge for writing it, at her employees for not telling her about it sooner, and at herself for being so annoyed by it.

She was so tired of him having such a profound effect on her. She wanted to be able to read about his life without wondering about her place in it. She wanted to be able to see his name and not think about the next way to spend time with him. She wanted to take a deep breath and exhale her obsession so she wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

But she couldn’t seem to do any of that.

Instead, she started to wonder about more than just Scrooge. What about his sisters? She’d only interacted with them once and they got along at the time, but she and Scrooge were at a very good place that day. If they saw her when she and Scrooge weren’t doing so well, would they brush her aside? Would his parents?

He had such a big family. He had all these cousins and aunts and uncles and second-cousins and third-cousins twice removed and they all knew each other and it was just so, so different from her lonely, family-less existence. She had no family. She didn’t even have the orphans anymore. All she had was Scrooge.

How sad was that?

Goldie stared down at the book cover again. Scrooge’s profile was handsome. One of his hands was visible, and he was holding a gold nugget. Smaller than the goose-egg nugget, and probably just a photo prop, but it really reminded her of the nugget that started everything.

The nugget that got more paragraphs of detail in his book than she did.

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REAL HISTORY FACTS: - I don't believe I mention anything in Scrooge's autobiography paragraphs that wasn't already explained earlier in this fic, but if you see something where you're like 'is that real?' let me know!

DUCK FRANCHISE REFERENCES: - The quotes at the beginning are from Glomgold's flashback in the 2017 episode The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck! - Scrooge has several autobiographies in DT17 canon, I think? Webby mentions a few different titles throughout the series. I didn't base this specifically off of any, I just thought it'd be fun to have a sort of recap chapter with some emotional anguish for Goldie. - Similar to the Real History section, if you see something where you're like 'is that from the comics?' just let me know!

[de-gueules-au-lion-d-or]

Jack London: le fighting spirit américain.

Né à San Francisco en 1876, le petit Jack London fut, très jeune, ce qu’on appelle en anglais un “tough guy”, c’est-à-dire, grosso modo, un dur à cuir : à l’âge de 5 ans, il était déjà gardien de bestiaux et rapportait à son père, un pauvre trappeur de Californie, quelques dollars de plus.

Il faut, si on le peut, essayer d’imaginer la Californie de 1880 qui est aussi loin de celle d’aujourd’hui qu’un village bantou peut l’être de la 5e Avenue. Pour survivre, il faut savoir jouer des poings et du pistolet, être capable de cracher à six pas et de tenir le coup après avoir ingurgité de longues goulées d’une sorte de décapant baptisé “alcool”…

En 1881, le petit Jack — on l’appelle par ce diminutif pour le distinguer de son père, dont il porte le prénom, John — émerveille parents et voisins : il apprend tout seul à lire et à écrire. Du coup, son père décide de l’envoyer à l’école. Il n’y apprendra pas grand-chose.

Plus tard, London écrira : “Je n’ai jamais eu d’enfance et il me semble que je suis sans cesse à la recherche de cette enfance perdue.”

A 13 ans, il quitte l’école et suit sa famille, à Oakland. Avec son père, il s’établit “crieur de journaux”. Un métier passionnant dont il se lasse vite pour s’engager, malgré les objurgations familiales, chez les “pilleurs d’huîtres”. Toutes les nuits, il prend la mer et, à la lueur de quelques falots, joue à cache-cache avec les garde-côtes. A 16 ans, il est le “roi des parcs à huîtres”.

Presque sans transition, il abandonne le pillage pour s’engager sur une barque de gardes-pêche chargés de lutter contre la contrebande du poisson. Cela ne l’amuse qu’un temps. Il écrit à sa sœur Elisa : “La vie est trop monotone et les contrebandiers trop timides (…). J’en ai assez ! Véritablement, j’en ai assez !”

Il veut du mouvement. Il veut de la vie et de l’aventure. Il en trouve sur le “Hurton”, un trois-mâts en partance pour le détroit de Behring et le Japon pour la chasse aux phoques. Au retour, il montre à sa mère le carnet de no-

tes où il a consigné les pittoresques détails de son voyage. Le “Morning Call” offrant un prix à la meilleure nouvelle écrite par un jeune lecteur, la mère de Jack, Flora London, a l’idée d’adresser les notes remaniées au journal. Jack se met au travail et remporte le premier prix.

Il en est heureux. Il l’est moins, en revanche, du “job” qu’il vient de décrocher chez Walter Bunkam and Son, des fabricants de jute qui ont pignon sur rue. Il écrit à son père : “Si cela continue comme ça, je pourrai bientôt rédiger un dictionnaire complet sur les métiers et professions !”

Il ne se trompe pas : lassé du jute, il devient pelleteur de charbon et se fait reprendre par ses camarades parce qu’il en fait trop et que ça risque de donner des idées à la direction… Ecœuré, London laisse tomber le pelletage et prend la route avec des milliers de chômeurs en marche vers Washington. Arrêté pour vagabondage, il est jeté en prison.

Libéré — il a 19 ans — il rentre en Californie et retourne à l’école ! En travaillant 18 heures par jour, il prépare son entrée à l’université de Berkeley. Il est admis en 1896. Il ne va pas y faire long feu. En 1897, on le retrouve comme ouvrier dans une blanchisserie. Et puis, le 21 juillet de la même année, c’est le grand saut : il part comme chercheur d’or au Klondike (Canada). Il y attrape le scorbut et n’en rapporte même pas 5 grammes d’or…

En 1898, il est portier au lycée d’Oakland et collaborateur du bulletin littéraire de l’école.

Pour améliorer son maigre salaire, il adresse à un hebdomadaire californien le récit de son expérience de chercheur d’or. On le lui refuse. Il écrit alors une nouvelle. Miracle !

Le “San Francisco Times” la publie et lui en donne cinq dollars. Et tout se débloque : un magazine lui demande un récit qu’il paye quarante-cinq dollars et, en 1900, paraît “Le Fils du loup”, recueil de récits sur le Grand Nord, qui rencontre un grand succès.

D’autres livres suivront. A commencer par “L’Appel de la forêt” qu’il vendra aux éditions MacMillan pour deux mille dollars. Il ne touchera ainsi plus un cent pour un livre qui se vendra par la suite à des millions d’exemplaires…

Attaché au groupe Hearst, il est envoyé en Corée pour ” couvrir ” la guerre sino-japonaise. Il y sera un des correspondants de guerre les plus casse-cou de l’histoire de cette honorable profession. Au point d’étonner les Japonais pourtant blasés en la matière.

De retour, il publie “Le loup des mers”, “Croc-Blanc” et “Les Vagabonds du rail”. Avec les revenus de “Croc-Blanc”, il se fait construire un bateau, “Le Snark”, et part, en avril 1907, faire le tour du monde. C’est une croisière de cauchemar mais London trouve le temps d’écrire, entre deux avaries, “Martin Eden”. A Hawaï, il tâte du surf (un sport qu’il importera aux USA). A Molokaï,

il visite les lépreux (en souvenir de Stevenson qui y était venu vingt ans avant). Aux îles Marquises, il se bagarre dans un bar. Aux Nouvelles-Hébrides, il attrape malaria et fièvre jaune. A Sydney, “Le Snark” est vendu comme bateau négrier…

Revenu dans son ranch, il n’a plus qu’une idée : repartir. L’occasion lui en est donnée avec l’aventure mexicaine d’un corps expéditionnaire US envoyé au Mexique pour balayer une petite révolution marxiste. Ce sera son tout dernier grand reportage.

Le 22 novembre 1916, son domestique chinois, Lu-Whan, entre dans sa chambre pour le réveiller. Jack London ne se réveillera plus. Celui qui expliquait : “Je suis toujours absolument préoccupé par la question qui me passionne dans l’immédiat”, était allé rejoindre, au pays des chasses éternelles, les amis des oies sauvages.

Alain Sanders

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Aarp solitaire

AARP SOLITAIRE FREE

For help or hints, use the menu across the top of the game. If you want additional cards to be dealt, simply click on the deck in the upper left corner. The ultimate goal of Klondike Solitaire is to add all the cards into their foundations in the top right based on suit from Ace to King. Click through the stock cards to add extra cards to the solitaire game. Create stacks of cards on the solitaire board by stacking cards downward alternating color. To move cards around the game, simply click and drag them to other stacks. Solitaire is a fun card game to enjoy at all ages. Once a run is complete, it will automatically go to one of the foundation slots. Chess, Sudoku, Crossword Puzzles, Solitaire, Word games and Backgammon Register on and compete against others to find out if you are a Top Gamer. To accomplish this, you must sort all the spider solitaire cards into runs of descending order (King, Queen, Jack, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Ace). We've prepared a selection of some of the most popular and finest games accessible on the AARP games website for your convenience.

AARP SOLITAIRE FREE

The goal of this free card game is to sort all the cards on the table into the eight foundation slots at the top of the screen. An AARPsponsored survey found the most popular games to be solitaire and scrabble (among men), mahjong and monopoly (among women, who play a bit more).8. However, even if you have a winnable game, if you make one. Undo moves - The chances of winning are between 80 and 90. Play over 500 versions of solitaire - Play Klondike Turn 1, Klondike Turn 3, Spider, Free Cell, Pyramid, and Golf, among many other versions. Spider Solitaire allows you to choose your preferred difficulty – one suit Spider Solitaire is the easiest, while four suit Spider Solitaire is the hardest. Our game is the fastest loading version on the internet, and is mobile-friendly. Playing this classic card game is easy – simply follow these instructions:ġ. Access to hundreds of discounts and programs Subscription to AARP The Magazine Free second membership. Whether you are an expert at solitaire games or just a casual player looking for a fun break, you will love Spider Solitaire, a beloved card game that puts a fun twist on Klondike Solitaire. Join for 9 per year when you sign up for 5 year team.

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Red wing boots logo

This is a regular moc toe like you would get from your classic 875s but in a light tan colored rough out leather. We’ve got another Moc Toe called the 8173. In this case, a rough out leather would hold up against the wear and tear of tromping through fields while hunting, and the hard use would develop a unique patina.Īlthough, like all of these boots, they’re made in the United States, they’re only sold overseas - in this case, for an exclusive retailer called Ships in Japan. The Japanese Red Wings’ designers choose leather for the boots’ function as well as the aesthetics. Rough out leathers are super durable and they age really well, developing more character as the fuzz smooth down and change appearance. Other than the height, the 9893 has an unusual leather for the US market called Black Abilene, which is a fuzzy rough out leather. While they are fairly different, both are built on the same roomy, number 23 last. The classic 6-inch moc, and the 9893 both have a single welt, the heel is the same, the slim profile is the same, the last is the same, it’s just cut down much shorter than the 6-inch boot. The first different is the American version is double welted, while the 9893 is essentially a six-inch moc cut down to a low shoe. The 9893 Moc Toe Oxford is quite different from the American Oxford (above). It was marketed to hunters and named after the Irish Setter hunting dog. The 9893 honors Red Wing’s classic moc toe boot, released in 1952 when Red Wing introduced the white, flat-bottomed, cushioned wedge sole built in the moccasin style that’s so popular today. 8826: 1920s Outing Boot (Teak “Featherstone”)ĩ893: Irish Setter (Oxford Black Abilene).9077: Mil-1 Congress Boots (Black Cherry “Featherstone”).8011: Munson Ranger (White Ash Settler).9893: Irish Setter (Oxford Black Abilene).8070: 1930s Sport Oxford (Black Klondike).8826: 1920’s Outing Boot (Teak “Featherstone”).9077: MIL-1 Congress Boots (Black Cherry “Featherstone”).9060: Beckman Flat box (Black Klondike Leather).9063: Beckman Flat box (Teak Featherstone Leather).2966: Engineer (Black Klondike Leather).8011: Munson Ranger (White Ash Settler Leather).9893: Irish Setter Oxford (Black Abilene Leather).So here are 10 perfect, or nearly perfect boots made only for this demanding, perfection obsessed market. According to the store’s own employees, these are the best Japanese Red Wing boots. These boots use leathers and lasts that aren’t available to the US public - and we visited Red Wing Heritage NYC in Soho to get our hands on some of the rarest of the rare Red Wings. Red Wing grew in popularity so much that there are many models that are only available in Japan, though often buyable from Red Wing’s Singapore website. Japan has some hardcore Red Wing super fans, even publishing magazines dedicated to the brand. Part of the Amekaji subculture, there are dedicated niches in Japanese fashion that revere the rugged, well made, patina-ready workwear apparel popular among the American working class during the early- to mid-20th century. Red Wing embodies American heritage boots perhaps better than any other company, which is why it has such a dedicated following in… Japan.

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Motion Picture Herald, September 14, 1935

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Today we remember the passing of Toots Hibbert who Died: September 11, 2020 in Kingston, Jamaica

Frederick Nathaniel "Toots" Hibbert, OJ (8 December 1942 – 11 September 2020) was a Jamaican singer and songwriter who was the lead vocalist for the reggae and ska band Toots and the Maytals. A reggae pioneer, he performed for six decades and helped establish some of the fundamentals of reggae music. Hibbert's 1968 song "Do the Reggay" is widely credited as the genesis of the genre name reggae. His band's album True Love won a Grammy Award in 2005.

Hibbert was born on 8 December 1942 in May Pen, Jamaica, the youngest of his siblings. Hibbert's parents were both strict Seventh-day Adventist preachers so he grew up singing gospel music in a church choir. Both parents died young and, by the age of 11, Hibbert was an orphan who went to live with his brother John in the Trenchtown neighborhood of Kingston. While working at a local barbershop, he met his future bandmates Raleigh Gordon and Jerry Matthias.

Hibbert, a multi-instrumentalist, formed Toots and the Maytals in 1961. He could play every instrument used in his band and would later cite Otis Redding, Ray Charles, Wilson Pickett, and James Brown as key influences. According to Hibbert, Maytals is a reference to the Rastafari term for "do the right thing". There are also statements attributing the source of the name to Hibbert's hometown of May Pen. The band was originally a trio with Gordon and Mathias, and later added Jackie Jackson and Paul Douglas.

Much of Hibbert's early recorded output, such as "Hallelujah" (1963), reflects his Christian upbringing. He was also known to write about Rastafarian religious themes, and in an early Maytals song, "Six And Seven Books of Moses" (1963), he addressed the folk magic of obeah and its use of the occult literature of Biblical grimoires, such as the Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses.

The Maytals became one of the more popular vocal groups in Jamaica in the mid-1960s, recording with producers Coxsone Dodd, Prince Buster, Byron Lee, Ronnie Nasralla, and Leslie Kong. This success included winning Jamaica's National Popular Song Contest three times with songs Hibbert wrote: in 1966 with "Bam Bam", which won a national song competition, 1969 with "Sweet and Dandy" and 1972 with "Pomps & Pride"

The first Toots and the Maytals album released and distributed by Chris Blackwell's Island Records was Funky Kingston. Music critic Lester Bangs described the album in Stereo Review as "perfection, the most exciting and diversified set of reggae tunes by a single artist yet released." Chris Blackwell had a strong commitment to Toots and the Maytals, saying "I've known Toots longer than anybody – much longer than Bob Marley. Toots is one of the purest human beings I've met in my life, pure almost to a fault."

Hibbert also appeared in the groundbreaking Jamaican film The Harder They Come, in which his band sings "Sweet and Dandy". The film's soundtrack included the Maytals' 1969 hit song "Pressure Drop". The Harder They Come features fellow musician and actor Jimmy Cliff in the leading role as Ivan, a character whose story resembles Hibbert's.

On 1 October 1975, Toots and the Maytals were broadcast live on KMET-FM as they performed at the Roxy Theatre in Los Angeles. This broadcast was re-mastered and released as an album entitled Sailin' On via Klondike Records.

In 2004, Hibbert was featured in Willie Nelson's Outlaws and Angels. Hibbert carried on touring the world, and his band's True Love won the Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album in 2005. Nelson released a reggae album entitled Countryman (2005) which featured Hibbert on the song "I'm a Worried Man". Hibbert was also featured in the music video for the song, which was filmed in Jamaica.

In 2006, Toots and the Maytals covered Radiohead's "Let Down" for the Easy Star All-Stars album Radiodread, a reggae version of the English rock band's OK Computer. At the end of the year, Hibbert joined Gov't Mule for their New Year's Eve concert, documented in their Dub Side of the Mule release.

In 2009, Hibbert collaborated with MCPR Music and Steel Pulse's Sidney Mills, who produced Jamaican percussionist Larry McDonald's album Drumquestra. His track is called "What about the Children?" The same year he also performed vocals with Iowa reggae band Public Property on their album Work to Do.

In 2011, Hibbert was featured in the documentary Reggae Got Soul: The Story of Toots and the Maytals which was airred on BBC. Described as "The untold story of one of the most influential artists ever to come out of Jamaica", it features appearances by Marcia Griffiths, Jimmy Cliff, Bonnie Raitt, Eric Clapton, Keith Richards, Willie Nelson, Anthony DeCurtis, Ziggy Marley, Chris Blackwell, Paolo Nutini, Paul Douglas, Sly Dunbar, and Robbie Shakespeare.

In May 2013, Hibbert received a head injury after being hit by a thrown bottle during a performance at the River Rock Festival in Richmond, Virginia, U.S. forcing him to cancel several months of live shows. The bottle was thrown by William C Lewis. Lewis was facing a charge of malicious wounding, but he pleaded guilty to lesser charges. Despite Hibbert pleading in a letter to the judge, "He is a young man, and I have heard what happens to young men in jail. My own pain and suffering would be increased substantially knowing that this young man would face that prospect," the judge gave Lewis a six-month sentence.

After a three-year hiatus following the incident at the River Rock Festival, in 2016 Toots and the Maytals returned to the stage and began touring again. Hibbert's vocals appear in the Major Lazer and Bad Royale 2016 collaboration, "My Number", which samples his band's earlier song "54-46 That's My Number".

On 25 July 2018, Hibbert performed on the U.S. television show  The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon with Toots and the Maytals where they debuted an original song entitled "Marley" as well as performing their classic hit song "Funky Kingston" in a live performance.

Toots and the Maytals have been cited as inspiration for other music artists as per career longevity. Jamaican artist Sean Paul explained this in saying, "I've seen some great people in my industry, you know, people like Toots…Toots and the Maytals. Toots, he's a great reggae artist and he's still doing it…He's up there in years and he's doing it. Those kind of artists inspire me. I know I'm just going to keep on doing music as long as I can."

In 2010, Hibbert ranked No. 71 in Rolling Stone magazine's "100 Greatest Singers of All Time". In August 2012, it was announced that he would receive the Order of Jamaica, the country's fifth highest honour

In August 2020, it was reported that Hibbert was in hospital "fighting for his life" in a medically induced coma. On September 12, 2020, a statement on the band's Facebook page announced that he had died, at the age of 77. The Gleaner and Rolling Stone later confirmed the announcement, reporting that Hibbert had died at the University Hospital of the West Indies in Kingston, in a medically induced coma. It was later confirmed that COVID-19 during the COVID-19 pandemic in Jamaica was the underlying cause of his death.

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98.

What's your favorite drink? Coffee, fruit juice or pepsi max. How many US states have you visted?   I’ve never been to the US before. What is the longest amount of time you've spent on a video game?   Like, overall? I’ve been playing Klondike for almost two years now. But if you mean in one go, probably a good 6-8 hours back when I used to play The Sims. What color is the last cup you drank from?   White with multi-coloured polka dots. What song is stuck in your head right now?   Stop the Calvary by Jona Lewie as it was just on TV a few moments ago.

Do you still have a MySpace?   No. I deleted my account when I started using Facebook back in 2006. When was the last time you saw your father?   In person, about eighteen months ago. We barely have a relationship. Do you have any siblings?   No. Have you ever had an aquarium in your house?   Nope. What's your favorite sea/under water creature?   Dolphins, otters, starfish, sharks. Have you ever ridden a horse?   Yeah, I ride regularly - normally I have weekly lessons but my riding school is shut for the winter at the moment as it just turns into a mud bath lol. Do you have any pets?   Yeah, three cats and a dog.   Who is the one person who knows you the best?   My husband and my mum. Did you or someone else buy the last pair of shoes you wore?   I bought them. Where's the last place you actually traveled a decent distance to?   Workington about a month ago. Are you particular about people's grammar?   I notice but I would never go and correct it or anything like that. Have you ever been to a gay bar?   Nope. What color are your shoe laces?   All my shoes have white laces, except for my hiking boots which have black and pink laces.

What bug freaks you out the most?   Cockroaches. What's your favorite flavor Pop-Tart?   I’m not a huge fan of poptarts but the fudge brownie ones were okay. What's the last game you played?   Klondike. Do you take any medication?   Yes.   Do you bother with matching your socks?   Yes.  Mis-matched socks really, really bother me. Do you wear any jewlery that has sentimental meaning to it?   Yeah, my wedding and engagement rings. Give me some random lyrics.   You want rainbows, you get rain, We'll all be forever changed (forever changed) I'll sail my boat and fly my kite Walk in the park, go out at night And hold my loved ones extra tight” Do/did you watch Christmas specials?   Yeah, if they’re on. Who's your favorite Pokemon?   I never really had a favourite. Did you prefer Pokemon or Digimon?   I never had anything to do with Digimon. What's your favorite cartoon?   Arthur. Spongebob. Who is/are your favorite cartoon characters?   Winnie the Pooh. Do you use a lot of txt speak?   No. What's the last remote you used?   The one for the NowTV box. What's your worst habit?   I don’t know, really. Are you imaginative?   Sometimes I can be, sure.   What's the last thing you drank?   Pepsi Max. Who's profile did you last look at?   I honestly couldn’t tell you. What's your favorite movie?   Alice in Wonderland. Breakfast Club. Garden State. Grease. Rocky Horror. Name one thing most people don't know about you.   I get really stressed out if my plans end up changing last-minute. Do you have any artistic talent?   Nope.  What's something about you that hasn't changed from growing up?   I’m still really introverted.   Do you read more books, comics/manga or magazines?   Books, for sure.   Do you prefer to write in pen, pencil, crayon or marker?   Pen. Do you know anyone who skates?   Not seriously, no. What was the last movie you watched?   I honestly don’t remember, a Disney film most likely. Do you keep your keys in a specific place?   Yes, in the back door. Do you lose things often?   No.   When is the last time you brushed your hair? After my shower this morning, so about five hours ago.

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Scrooge: Eh, eh! It must be a big problem for you, seeing it (Scrooge's statue in Dawson t/n) every day from your hotel!

Goldie: Why is that?

Scrooge: It keeps reminding you of me!

Goldie: I do not need that statue to remind me of you, Scrooge!

Zio Paperone re del Klondike (2022)

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Happy Birthday to Jack London! 

While most famous for The Call of the Wild and White Fang, London was an incredibly prolific writer and delved deep into early science fiction! He also led a wildly varied life from the Klondike Gold Rush in Canada (inspiration for The Call of the Wild) to time as a war correspondent with the Russo-Japanese War! His book, The Call of the Wild, was so popular that we requested a copy for the library in 1921! You can read many of his works here at the library, or head on over to Hoopla to find his science fiction and short stories!

Featured Reads:

The Call of the Wild

White Fang

The Jack London Science Fiction Megapack

(Quote from Getting Into Print in the Editor Magazine, March 1903)

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Big old fuck customers moment here, but with very few words: Working as a merchandiser (person who puts magazines and books on racks and shelves), you find dumb shit left there by customers. The basic DVD, or maybe weird book not from that department. But then you find bologna that clearly has not been in a cooling thingy for days, long since melted klondike bars. How effing hard is it to walk your lazy ass back across to the fucking freezer section you failure of evolution?

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Mary: (reading a magazine ad) what would you do for a Klondike Bar?

Claire: I’d kill a man

Alex: I’d change shifts with Karen from the geriatric ward for a week

Patience: I’d eat Claire’s cooking

Donna: uh.. I think I’d pay the $1.99

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2, 10, 46!

Thank you so much for your asks, @thetimemoves! (we’re playing this ask meme)

2. Grilled cheese or PB&J? 

Oh, this is not even a close contest. Grilled cheese wins by a HUGE margin. Mmmm, grilled cheese.

10. Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? 

I do! Largely through the kindness of others. My best friend went to one of Terry Pratchett’s book signings many years ago and asked him to sign Men At Arms for me. I’ve never been 100% confident I could read what he wrote -- he had very loopy handwriting! -- but I think it says, “To Rachel - Lots of wishes, Terry Pratchett.” My mother is a renowned eBay adventurer, and she managed to get a postcard with a picture of Granada Holmes sitting in his chair with his knees pulled up (like the Paget painting), and it’s been autographed by Jeremy Brett. It’s sitting in a frame on my bookshelf. She’s also, over the years, found about a dozen late 19th and early 20th century editions of The Strand with Sherlock Holmes stories in them. The Strand used to put out an end of year compilation of its monthly issues, bound together like books, and I’ve got some of them lined up on my shelf, while she’s kept others at her house for me. She also knows that I find Bobby Kennedy an interesting historical personality, and she has bought a number of bits of memorabilia surrounding him over the years, mainly photographs from press junkets and that sort of thing.

This isn’t exactly memorabilia, but...it’s better. My father used to take me to science fiction conventions every now and then when I was a kid. When he was in college, he self-published a fanzine about Ray Harryhausen (the special effects pioneer who was famous for his stop motion animation.) As a result, he was sometimes invited to help a little bit with the behind-the-scenes stuff at conventions where Mr. Harryhausen was appearing, and we sometimes got to meet the other special guests there, too. So, because of this, I got to meet Mr. Harryhausen several times, and also Ray Bradbury (who was a dear friend of his), and Forry Ackerman (also old friends with both), who ran the Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine and basically knew everybody in 20th century science fiction. I have been to lunch with them (as part of a larger group), and sat around a hotel lobby listening to them talk about how much they loved King Kong, etc. It was pretty special. I told Ray Bradbury that I wished he hadn’t killed off Clarisse in Farenheit 451, and he said he heard that all the time, LOL! What an amazing bit of luck to have gotten that experience, which is in no way typical of conventions -- it was a privilege to be allowed behind-the-scenes a little.

46. What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? 

Ah, the eternal quest for frozen meals that don’t taste like garbage. I’ve tended to have the best luck with the types that you pour into a skillet and cook for ten or 15 minutes, rather than anything microwavable (though I have reconciled myself to Scott and Jon’s Shrimp Risotto, it’s not bad, especially if you dump a bunch of feta cheese on top of it when you pull it out of the microwave). For skillet meals, I like different kinds of Bertolli’s pasta: chicken parmigiana, shrimp asparagus, or chicken florentine. PF Chang’s skillet chicken fried rice is good, too. And each bag generously serves two (or, in my case, makes two meals, since my husband prefers to cook for himself). Whole Foods used to carry, in the frozen food section, bags of falafel stuffed with lemony hummus or tzatziki. You just popped them in the oven for 10 minutes and then warm, delicious goodness, and even though they were labelled as snacks they were incredibly filling. I loved those things. But I haven’t seen them in months; either our store stopped carrying them or they went out of business. BUT I MISS THEM.

Also, is there an occasional Klondike bar in my freezer? Yes, there is. Not nearly often enough. But that sounds like a good Mother’s Day gift to myself for next weekend :)