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number of pheasants, wild ducks, quail, 

 wild turkeys and other game birds and 

 the number of deer, elk, antelope, and 

 other game animals produced by indus- 

 try by game breeders during the last two 

 years, and the number of stock animals 

 now owned by breeders. 



We suggest that the Bureau of Ani- 

 mal Industry is the proper bureau to 

 secure this information just as the Bu- 

 reau of Biological Survey would be the 

 proper bureau to report the number of 

 game laws enacted during the past two 

 years, since it has become a game law 

 producing department and has the so- 

 called game law experts. 



We respectfully ask the Congress to 

 call_ on this last named game law bureau 

 for a report as to the number of game 

 laws made and amended by the States 

 during the last five years and how many 

 arrests, fines and jail sentences have re- 

 sulted from the game laws, including 

 arrests of food producers on account of 

 their industry. These easily can be com- 

 piled from State reports in the Bureau 

 of Biological Survey. 



The Game Breeder charges that the 

 United States has been made the biggest 

 crime producing country in the world : 

 that this is largely due to the game laws ; 

 that there have been many thousands of 

 arrests due to the game laws ; much un- 

 necessary distress and much scandalous 

 grafting for offences which are devoid of 

 any moral turpitude and which are not 

 crimes in any country where the people 

 have very cheap game during long open 

 seasons. Much of this game is migra- 

 tory and it is taken by wild fowlers or 

 market gunners just as fishermen take 

 fish without fear of arrest. 



"Why — eh — a popinjay is a — ch 

 — vain bird." 



"Are you a bird, Mr. Brown?" 



"No, of course not." 



"Well, that's funny. Mother said you 

 were a popinjay, and father said there 

 •was no doubt about your being a jay, 

 and Sue said there didn't seem much 

 chance of your poppin', and now you 

 say you aren't a bird at all !" 



Me'ow Jones the Refugee Pilgrim Cat. 



In a new book with the above title by 

 Eduard Branch Lyman Me'ow gives the 

 following epitome of his tale in a rhyme 

 which heads chapter I : 



I'm the refugee Belgian cat; 



I'm silky and purry and fat ; 



Me'ow is my name, 



And I'm glad that I came; 



But I wish the b'ad War Man would Scat. 



Me'ow in the end of the book asks 

 every one to think of his home country, 

 his dear, brave King and Queen, and 

 "Princess Goldie Fur," which is the name 

 he gives the little Belgian Princess. 



OUTINGS AND INNINGS. 

 Ornithological. 



Mother was out. Sister Sue was put- 

 ting on her best blouse, so six-year-old 

 Bob had to entertain Sue's young man. 



As is the way with his kind, he began 

 to ply the unfortunate caller with ques- 

 tions. 



"Mr. Brown," he began, "what is a 

 popinjay?" 



Another Case of Spurlos Versenkt. 



We are very much afraid that before 

 long now there are going to be some more 

 neighbors' cat's kittens that will have to 

 be spurlos versenkt, as they say in Swed- 

 ish diplomatic circles.— From the Ohio 

 ^tatc Journal. 



An Exchange of Courtesies. 



"You farmers buy a good many gold 

 bricks, eh?" 



•'Yes, and you city fellows buy a good 

 deal of swamp land'. I guess things are 

 about even."— From the Milwaukee Sen- 



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[The swamp lands are found to be worth 

 much more than the kind of gold bricks re- 

 ferred to when the swamps arc utilized by 

 breeders of wild ducks. Some duck swamps 

 now are worth more than corn fields.— Editor 

 Game Breeder.] 



Depends on Circumstances. 



•What's that building yonder?" 

 "Well," said the farmer, "if I find a 

 tenant for it, it's a bungalow. If 1 don't, 

 it's a barn." — From the Pittsburgh Post. 



