A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



ago Its programme committee asked the packers to 

 select someone to reply to the toast, "The Packers," 

 at a wonderful banquet given at the Midland Hotel. 

 I was the victim. That wonderfully gifted lawyer 

 Gardner Lathrop was to preside. The list of speak- 

 ers got me into a good deal faster company than I 

 needed, so I brushed up as best I could, and in 

 linking up the packing and range ends used Senator 

 Ingalls' beautiful prose poem on "Grass," distinctly 

 crediting him with Its authorship. The next day 

 one of my friends said to me, "I liked your address, 

 particularly your wonderful tribute to grass." Here 

 comes your chance, dear reader, for a close decision. 

 Did I tell him whose it was or did I figure that he 

 ought to have known better — certainly should have 

 listened more closely — and let It go at that? There 

 are no prizes in this guessing contest. Suppose you 

 hold the glass up to human vanity, and tell what you 

 would have done. 



With the Holiday Number of The Breeder's 

 Gazette, my wanderings In memory's world 

 will come to an end In a little story which 

 wpuld be marred by my adding personal com- 

 ment. I cannot go back to private life, however, 

 without thanking The Breeder's Gazette's read- 

 ers for their generous attention, as evidenced by a 

 mass of letters which I have received from unex- 

 pected sources, as well as from old friends, whom I 

 have not heard from for years. One of these letters 



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