WORK OF THE SWINE. 



Editor Recreation: You are after hogs. 

 So am I, when such a picture as this comes 

 before me. One hundred and thirty-three 

 king fish, arranged for their post mortem 

 photograph, in such a delicate, feminine 

 manner! The fellow in the fore-ground, 

 with no chin, whose bullet head is covered 

 by a yachtsman's cap, I will wager sug- 

 gested the unsportsmanlike arrangement 

 of the fish. He looks to be that kind. Note 

 the " smiling josey," with spraddled legs, 

 near the port main shrouds — the only 

 other man wearing a cap. Is he a sports- 

 man? Well I guess "nit!" A sportsman 

 was never known to go fishing and bring 

 home his pants with the crease down the 

 front still intact! 



The old gentleman who finds it necessary 

 to steady himself by the main halliards, is 

 all right. He doesn't pretend to be a sports- 

 man and doesn't know any of the unwritten 

 laws of sportsmanship. He is a jolly good 

 fellow and undoubtedly furnished first class 

 beer, for this trip, and got away with his 

 full share. The belted gentleman, in white 

 flannels and straw hat, looks as if he should 

 know better, and I believe he does; but has 

 made up his mind to brazen it out for the 

 benefit of the no chinned chap beside him, 

 to whom he probably owes a poker debt. 



The one man who knows he has run into 

 a bum crowd, and is heartily ashamed of 

 them and of himself, but is honorable 

 enough to take his share of the blame in 

 a sportsmanlike manner, with the mental 

 reservation that it shall never happen again, 

 is the honest old soul to the right of the 

 smiling josey. Shame is sticking out all 

 over him; and the boys who run the boat 

 are none too proud of their, party. 



Let me suggest to these men that if they 

 will separately take a small boat, with an 

 oarsman, arm themselves with a pair of 

 light grains, each, and row over the king 

 fish grounds endeavoring to spear or. 

 technically, strike the king fish, they will 

 get about 1,800 per cent, more fun out of 

 the day's sport, kill fewer fish and will be 

 thought of a great deal more kindly by 

 their friends. There are a lot of people in 

 this world to whom success means quan- 

 tity, not quality. 



I am familiar with this fish, and with all 

 kinds of Florida fishing, and it sickens me 

 to see such a brazen exposure, of such 

 damnably hoggish waste of time and of 

 good fish. You have my permission to re- 

 fer to me any one desiring to take excep- 

 tion to my language. J. D. P. 



Omaha. Neb. 



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