Word: statehooders
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...optimistic are Alaskans on statehood, now that the House of Representatives has voted them toward membership in the Union, that they have a flag already prepared (see cut). The stars are neatly arranged, seven up, seven down. Only trouble: nobody is sure what a 49-star flag will look like officially-provided the bill passes the Senate. The U.S. Code does not stipulate the arrangement of stars, only that one shall be added for each new state, effective the Fourth of July following admission to the Union. In the congressional hopper are proposals, drawings and samples of 49-star flags...
...coffee and hurried up to a gallery overhanging the Democratic side of the aisle. There, Michael Anthony Stepovich, 39, Alaska's first native-born Governor, watched intently as one by one the Congressmen below called out their votes. A few minutes later, the House passed the Alaska statehood bill. Stepovich glanced at his wife, sitting a few seats away, and broke into a broad, gold-tipped smile...
Cricks & Daffodils. To Alaskan oldtimers, even the weather had augured well for statehood. Not since 1912, when Alaska first became an organized territory and won its first real, if tiny, measure of home rule, had the winter been so mild and the breakup so early. Parkas, mukluks, beaver caps and sealskin coats were thankfully stored away. The ice was gone from the Yukon River, and from the Porcupine, the Koyukuk and the Selawick. Out to Woodchopper, to Steel Creek, Poorman and a hundred other placer gold camps, packed the glint-eyed prospectors in search of a glint in the sand...
Perhaps the most surprised man in the whole territory was Alaska's own Attorney General J. (for James) Gerald Williams, who had confidently offered to roll a peanut with his nose from Big Delta 120 miles to Tok Junction, if , Alaska should win statehood...
...statehood forces are encouraged -not awed-by such statistics. They see Alaska as resources waiting for resourcefulness, as a challenge to be met better by home government than by the Interior Department, 3,500 miles away in Washington. For more than anything else, statehood is a matter of heart, a spirit singing. In the cities, in the countless villages that all but defy outside contact, the zest to build and to carve something fresh and distinctive beats with the same kind of pioneer's pulse that drove the trail blazers of the continental West...