ZE WRECK OF ZE JULIE LA PLAN'/'. 



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Here is a fac-simile of 

 the L. A. S. badge. It is 

 made in gold, silver, and 

 bronze. Prices $2.50, 50 

 and 25 cents. Which will 

 you have? Remit stamps, 

 and badge will be sent at 

 once. 



Am much interested in the talked of 

 L. A. S. and know there is opportunity for 

 much good work in that line. There arc 

 laws enough, and in some cases too many. 

 What is needed is for the public to stand by 

 the wardens in enforcing laws. 



Jas. E. Smith, East Killingly, Conn. 



Put my name down as a member of the 

 L. A. S. Although I am 67 years old my 

 heart is young and I am with the boys in 

 this undertaking. 



S. L. Warner, Lanesville, Conn. 



Constitution and by-laws, and blank ap- 

 plications for membership are now ready. 

 If you are willing to hustle for new mem- 

 bers send for copies of these. 



It is hoped that every friend of game 

 and fish preservation in the U. S. will 

 avail himself of every opportunity to se- 

 cure new members for the L. A. S. 1 hope 

 to be able to report, in an early num- 

 ber of RECREATION, that the membership 

 roll has reached 1,000. Who will send in 

 the largest club of new members, within 

 the next 60 days? 



I cannot express my satisfaction at the 

 movement for the protection of our fish and 

 game. My experience as fish and game 

 commissioner has disgusted me. Please 

 add my name to the roll of honor. 



Jas. L. Hoyal, Spring City, Term. 



I am heartily in favor of the L. A. S. I 

 am glad Recreation shows neither fear 

 of nor favor to game hogs. They deserve 

 to share the treatment they deal out to the 

 game birds. 



J. W. Steward, Battle Creek, Mich. 



All who join the L. A. S. before June 

 1st will be enrolled as charter members. 

 Send in your dollar at once. 



ZE WRECK OF ZE JULIE LA PLANT.* 



(Old Canadian Boating Song.) 



'Twas one dark naght on Lack Champlan, 



and de win' she blow, blow, blow, 

 An' de crew of de wood scow, Julie La 



Plant, got scare an' run below. 

 For de win' she blow a hurrycan, by'me-by 



she blow some more. 

 Dat scow buss up on Lack Champlan, 'bout 



half mile from de shore. 



De cap'n she walk on de front deck, he 



walk on de hine deck too. 

 He call de cook up from de hole, he also 



call de crew. 

 Dat cook she nam was Rosie; she come 



from Mo'real, 

 She was cham'er maid, on a lum'er barge. 



on dat big Lachine canal. 



De cap'n den he trow de ank, but still dat 



wood scow drift; 

 De crew she can't pass on dat shore, fah 



'cause dey loss de skiff; 

 Fah de win' she blow from de Eass, Nort, 



Wess and de Sout win' she blow too. 

 An' Rosie say " Oh cap'n dear what ever 



shall we do? " 



An' still dat win' she blow, blow, blow, an' 



de wave roll high an' fass. 

 An' de cap'n he teck poor Rosie, an' he 



lash her to de mass. 

 Den de cap'n he put on a laff presev, an' 



he jump into de lack: 

 An' he say: " Good bye my Rosie dear, I 



go down for your sack." 



Nex' morn' ver' early, 'bout half pass two 



— tree — four, 

 De cap'n, de cook, an' de wood scow, all 



lay corpse on dat shore: 

 For de win' she blow lack a hurrycan, 



b3^'me-by she blow some more. 

 Dat scow buss up on Lack Champlan. 'bout 



half mile from de shore. 



Now all Lack Champlan sailor man teck 



warnin' by dis song; 

 Go marry a nace li'l French gal. an' live 



on a nace li'l farm: 

 Den de win' may blow lack a hurrycan. an' 



s'pose she blow some more: 

 You don't get drown in Lack Champlan so 



long you stay on de shore. 



* By request. 



