FINIS 203 
To him is musical, he’d fain 
A-cruising all his days remain! 
“*And when he’s ordered back to:town 
And on a district settled down, 
He’ll think: ‘This ranger job’s all right, 
You get to sleep in sheets at night; 
But I’d sure like another chance 
At working on reconnaissance!’ ’’ 
It wasn’t so bad as we had expected. As we 
clapped and shouted our approval our host raised 
his glass and said: 
“‘T want to propose a toast, and, if you will for- 
give me, I will ask Horace to respond to it. Gen- 
tlemen: The Forest Service!’’ 
There was a dead silence. 
‘“‘Where is Horace?’’ asked his father, at last, 
frowning. ‘‘I don’t see him!”’ 
Bert, from the foot of the table, answered. 
‘When you begin talkin’ about him that-a-way,’’ 
he drawled, ‘‘an’ readin’ that there pome, he gits 
red in the face an’ makes a quick sneak. Tole me to 
tell you, if you asked, that he had to tel’phone a gal 
_about some dance favours or sumthin’.’’ 
The frown faded from the magnate’s face. He 
smiled slowly, broadly, winked one eye shrewdly, 
and bending forward over the table whispered con- 
fidentially to the assembly: 
‘‘T hereby amend that toast! To the Forest Serv- 
ice and its feminine well-wishers—present sweet- 
