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and shot quails. They had what they called 

 glorious sport for several days. They 

 literally loaded their wagon with birds. 

 Then they drove home in triumph. When 

 they neared town they stopped, got out, 

 and strung quails all over the wagon box 



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and over the harness. They then drove 

 up in front of the local picture gallery, got 

 out some more quails, strung them over 

 themselves, hung large bunches on their 

 guns, stood about the team and had them- 

 selves photographed. 



Meantime some decent citizen of the 

 town who saw the disgusting array, went 

 to the sheriff and reported the case to him. 

 He was also a decent man, and went after 

 the game hogs. When he questioned them 

 they put up a defense to the effect that 



the game was not killed in New Mexico, 

 but over the line in Texas. Hence, they 

 said, they were exempt from the New 

 Mexico law, and no Texas officer could 

 follow them into New Mexico to arrest 

 them. 



"But," said a bystander, "just wait till 

 Recreation gets a copy of this picture." 



"Who is Recreation?" inquired one of 

 the butchers. 



"It's a magazine published in New York 

 which gives such fellows as you what you 

 deserve." 



A hun ied consultation was held and the 

 game hogs decided it would be best not 

 to have the pictures, after all. Then they 

 called on the photographer again, counter- 

 manded the order and asked for the nega- 

 tive he had made. He was on to the 

 scheme, and said : 



"Nay, nay, Pauline, the negative is mine. 

 I shall be glad to sell you any number 

 of prints you may wish, but I shall not 

 part with the negative. I can sell a print 

 from it to a certain New York editor for 

 many shekels." 



"But," said the game hogs, "we do not 

 want him to have a print." 



"But I do," said the picture maker, 

 "and I want his money." 



While the picture was being made, the 

 local editor had obtained full particulars 

 of the hunt, returned to his office and was 

 busy writing up the story. A committee 

 was despatched to his office to ask him to 

 suppress the report. He said: 



"Nay, nay Pauline, this is good stuff an4 

 I must print it." 



"But we don't want it printed." 



"But I do," said the editor. "I do not 

 annrove of such slaughter of game as you 

 have been guilty of, and intend to give you 

 a column. Then I will send a marked copy 

 to a certain New York editor who will give 

 you fellows rat§." 



