One long winter, a group of friends got together and decided to shorten the winter by organizing and performing a dinner theatre for our community. We chose a poem by our great Canadian poet, Robert W. Service who wrote many ballads, often comical, depicting life in the Yukon during the gold rush days. 

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My husband played "One of the boys whooping it up in the Malamute Saloon" and I, a saloon girl sitting on his lap at a table with a glass half full of 'apple juice'... or so I thought. I discovered the error of my thinking in the middle of the performance. What you see here is a veiled threat!

 

A good time was had by all.