THE GAME BREEDER 



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OUTINGS AND INNINGS. 



A Fish Song. 



A New York poet, singing of fish in 



a sunny song (The Sun, N. Y.), sings 



thus : 



The Ling lives at the banks the whole year 

 round ; 



I like 'em. 

 They're the darndest pest that can be found; 



I like 'em. 

 They have vi^hiskers like some well-known 



^ gent 

 Who'll some day be our President. 



I like him. Derby Art. 



New York, Sept. 17. 



All anglers, excepting the Democrats, 

 will, no doubt, vote accordingly. 



No Scarecrow. 



The visitor to a country farm was 

 being shown round the premises by his 

 host. They inspected the hennery, the 

 piggery, the cowery, the horsery and all 

 of the other "erys," and the city man 

 was very interested. 



Presently, as they walked along the 

 side of a field, he touched his companion 

 on the arm. 



"There!" he exclaimed quickly. "Is 

 that a scarecrow?" 



Inhere?" asked the farmer. 



"That shabby thing in the middle of 

 the field. It must be a scarecrow. It 

 hasn't moved all the time I've been 

 watchiiig." 



"That's no scarecrow," replied the 

 farmer sadly. "That's a man I've got 

 working by the day." 



How Man Opens the Season on 

 Himself. 



A hunter popped a partridge on a hill. 

 It made a great to-do and then was still ; 

 It seems (when later on his bag he spied) 

 It was — the guide. 



And one dispatched a rabbit for his haul 

 That later proved to measure six feet 



tall, 

 And lest you think I'm handing you a 



myth, 



Its name was Smith. 



Another nimrod slew the champion fox, 

 He glimpsed him lurking in among rocks ; 

 One rapid shot! It never spoke nor 

 moved — 



The inquest proved. 



A "cautious" man espied a gleam of 



brown ; 

 Was it a deer — ^or Jones (a friend from 



town) ? 

 But while he pondered by the river's rim, 

 Jones potted him. 



— Technical World. 



Fixing the Guilt. 



We question now the rise so rude, 



Ask why and how, 

 And are assured we must exclude 



The gentle cow. 



.The farmer swears he gets no use 



Of prices high, 

 And so the donkey can produce 

 An alibi. 



Wherefore, examining the game. 



The chance is big 

 The proper animal to blame 



Must be a pig. 



McLandburgh Wilson. 



Vermin in Politics. 



Knicker — Democrats complain that 

 Hughes doffed the ermine. 



Bocker — ^And Republicans complain 

 that Wilson wears the weasel. 



One shot a squirrel in a near-by wood — The criterion of game abundance may 



A pretty shot, off-hand, from where he always be found in the markets. 



stood ; A land which has no game in the mar- 

 It wore, they said, a shooting hat of kets may be said to be gameless. So far 



brown, as most of the people, who are said to 



And lived in town. ■ own the game, are concerned, it is so. 



