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RECREA TION. 



8. What is the average and the greatest 

 weight and measure of a wolf, according to 

 your certain knowledge? 



Never saw one weighed but have meas- 

 ured some that were 7^2 feet long and all 

 one man could do to put in a low wagon. 



9. Do you consider the coyote a nui- 

 sance; or do you consider the harm done in 

 killing lambs, etc., more than balanced by 

 the good they do in keeping down gophers, 

 ground squirrels, etc.? 



Yes a great nuisance, especially to the 

 sheep industry. 



10. What do you consider the best means 

 — legislative and practical — of dealing with 

 the wolf question? 



State legislatures mipht offer a bounty of 

 $15 to $25 or gray wolves, 50 per cent, of 

 which tax could be met by the taxpayers of 

 the state at large; the remainder to be paid 

 by a stock tax, levied equally between the 

 sheep and the cattle owners. 



Frank Dunham, M.D., Lander, Wyo. 



THE BROADWAY CABLE SINGS. 

 (With a familiar refrain.) 



MARGUERITE TRACY. 



Step lively please! Step lively plea'se! 



There're plenty of cars behind! 

 Step lively please! Step lively please! 



There's never a soul inclined 

 To wait until the next I bring, 



They're all so fond of me! 

 They're all so keen to crowd and cling 



And jostle merrily. 

 Rattle their bones over the stones, 

 Only some passengers nobody owns! 



I've got my fingers on the keel, 



I've got the car in tow; 

 They trust themselves to me for weal, 



They'll trust to me for woe. 

 Rattle their bones over the stones, 

 Only some passengers nobody owns! 



I've got them on the Dead Man's Curve, — 

 They can't get off this street — 



Just watch those wild ones swing and 

 swerve! 

 I'll take them off their feet! 



Rattle their bones over the stones, 



Only some passengers nobody owns! 



I'll make that tall proud girl fall down, 

 I'll smash that stove-pipe hat; 



I'll make His Reverence play the clown, 

 And what do you think of that? 



Rattle their bones over the stones, 



Only some passengers nobody owns! 



I've got a death hold on the grip, 



I tow the Juggernaut. 

 Now let that man who's crossing slip, 



Or let his heel get caught! 

 Grind up his bones over the stones, 

 Only a passer that nobody owns! 



Step lively please! Step lively please! 



There're plenty of cars behind! 

 Step lively please! Step lively please! 



There's never a soul inclined 

 To wait until the next I bring, 



They're all so fond of me! 

 They're all so keen to crowd and cling 



And jostle merrily. 

 Rattle their bones over the stones, 

 Only some passengers nobody owns! 



There are still some unfortunate sports- 

 men who are not readers of Recreation. 

 If you know any such send in their names, 

 and greatly oblige them and 



The Editor! 



