XV111 



RECREATION. 



THE LIMITATIONS OF YOUTH. 



Eugene Field, in Chicago Daily News. 



I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss, 



'Way out into the big an' boundless West; 



I'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves 



I come across, 



An' I'd pluck the bal' head eagle from his 



nest ! 



With my pistols at my side, 

 I would roam -the prarerswide, 

 An' to scalp the savage Injun in his wigwam 

 would I ride — 



If I dast ; but I dasen't ! 



I'd like to go to Afriky an' hunt thelionsthere, 



An' the biggest ollyfunts you ever saw ! 

 I would track the fierce gorilla to his equa- 

 torial lair, 

 An'beard the cannybull that eats folks raw! 

 I'd chase the pizen snakes, 

 An' the 'pottimus that makes 

 His nest down at the bottom of unfathoma- 

 ble lakes — 



If I dast ; but I dasen't ! 



I would I were a pirut,tosail the ocean blue, 



With a big black flag a-flyin' overhead ; 

 I would scour the billowy main with my gal- 

 gant pirut crew, 

 An' dye the sea a gouty, gory red ! 

 With my cutlass in my hand 

 On the quarterdeck I'd stand, 

 An to deeds of heroism I'd incite my pirut 

 band — 



If I dast ; but I dasen't ! 



An', if I dast, I'd lick my pa for the times 

 that he's licked me ! 

 I'd lick my brother, an' my teacher, too ! 

 I'd lick the fellers that call round oh sister 

 after tea, 

 An' I'd keep on lickin' folks till I got 

 through ! 

 You bet ! I'd run away 

 From my lessons to my play, 

 An' I'd shoo the hens, ah' tease the cat, an' 

 kiss the girls all day — 



If I dast ; but I dasen't ! 



If you have received a sample copy of 

 Recreation that you have not ordered, 

 look it over carefully. It is sent by request 

 of some friend of yours who likes it, and who 

 wants you to know of its good qualities. 

 Why not show your appreciation of his cour- 

 tesy by subscribing for the magazine? 



Hobbs — Anything new in church circles ? 



Bobbs — Oh, yes ; our preacher has had 

 his pulpit put on wheels, so he can take the 

 road and keep up with his congregation. 



Bound volumes of Recreation, October, 

 1894, to July, 1895, $2.50. 



It yer want sum darn good readin' 

 I'll gis tell yer wot, yer needin' 



It which tells erbout ther forests an' ther 

 fields, 

 Ther mountain, streames an' laicks, 

 An' yer hoal attenshun taicks, 



Yer can git it if yer write terG.O. Shields. 



Recreation is ther thing ; 

 It will joy an' cumfurt bring, 



With evry kind of fish an' game it deals. 

 If yer send er dollar an' get it 

 Yer never will regret it — 



An' ther man ter git it f rum is G. O. Shields. 



His address is Nue Yorck City, 

 An' I think it is er pity 



That evry sportsman don't git that mager- 

 zine ; 

 It's ernuff ter read ther name, 

 It'll git thar all ther same, 



It's- ther greatist sportin' nuze I ever seen. 



M. H. Wright. 



During the training of the militia in Camp- 

 belltown, a company was ordered out for 

 target practice. A gamekeeper was singled 

 out as marker. The sergeant took up the 

 field-glass to see if all was ready, when, to 

 his horror, he saw the marker standing in 

 front of the target. Thinking the man in- 

 sane, the sergeant hastened to the rescue 

 and demanded the meaning of such reckless 

 conduct, denouncing the marker as a fool. 

 " I'm no sic a fool as you think," was the re- 

 tort, " I ken the safest place weel eneuch. 

 I've marked for your company afore." — 

 Dundee News. 



Greensboro, Vt., Sept. 11, 1895. 

 Editor Recreation. 



That magnificent premium book, "Ameri- 

 can Game Fishes," you so kindly sent me a 

 few days ago came safe, and I have spent 

 all my spare time since in reading it. It is a 

 marvel of beauty in workmanship, as well as 

 an authority on the subjects treated, and I 

 don't see how you can send out such costly 

 premiums for so few subscriptions. I shall 

 prize the book very highly and will try harder 

 than ever to introduce Recreation to those 

 who know it not. 



F. C. Kinney, M. D. 



October Recreation received yesterday. 

 It's a " bird." Billy is right now sitting braced 

 up against a black pine tree, and sunk 30 

 fathoms deep in its pages. He is entirely 

 oblivious of the rest of the world. 



Horace Woodford, Lewiston, Idaho. 



Dick— See my new gun, Kitty— isn't she a beauty ? 

 She will carry two miles. 



Kitty — Oh, how lovely ! and does she have to be 

 loaded ? 



" Do you fear death ? " 



" No." mopping the perspiration, " not in some 

 forms." 

 " What, for instance? " 

 " Well, say freezing.'' — Chicago Record. 



