| Summary: | Morgan Will Sail For Alaska: Army Man Leaves Without Regrets; Glad To Go; He Doesn't Like City Life. MORGAJN WILL SAIL FOR ALASKA Army Man Leaves Without Regrets; Glad to Go HE DOESN'T LIKE CITY LIFE By Doug Welch With his wife and two children, $900 worth of groceries, a collapsible greenhouse in which he hopes to grow radishes, lettuce and cucumbers within nodding distance of the North Pole, Master Sergt. Stanley Morgan of the United States signal corps sails from Seattle for Point Barrow August 1. He sails without a regret. He's been in the States since October and he can't get back to the frozen North soon enough. Civilization, he says, is greatly overrated. He doesn't like crowds, noise and hurry. He doesn't like motion pictures, the taste of domestic meat, telephones, street lights, traffic signals, concrete sidewalks and door-to-door salesmen. Await Dog Teams His wife and two youngsters, Barrow, five, and Beverly, twelve, feel the same way. The youngsters are anxious to get into parkas and drive dog teams. They are taking with them two St. Bernard puppies, expecting to train them as lead dogs. There were nine white peisons in Point Barrow, including the four Morgans, when the sergeant left. He thinks that's enough neighbors. When he isn't running the signal corps radio station, he will be fishing for rainbow trout, cod, and hunting reindeer, moose, mountain sheep and geese. When he's not doing that he will be raising vegetables in his greenhouse, specially designed with double panes of glass. Has Only Bathtub Sergeant Morgan has just been one of more than 400,000 persons in Seattle. At Point Barrow he is the only man who has a bathtub. That makes him a civic figure and a dignitary. He has a doubly-insulated house and underneath it the largest private ice box within the Arctic Circle—a room eighteen feet deep, nine feet wide and fourteen feet deep long, cut out of solid ice, in which the temperature remains constantly at 10 degrees. The game he shoots this summer will keep as long as he wants it. The Morgans sail on the bureau of education's vessel, the North Star. They appreciate the courtesies that, have been extended to them, but as far as civilization is concerned, phooey to it from them!
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