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RECREATION. 



YOUNG BRISTLEBACKS. 

 The enclosed photo tells its own story, 

 so just put these 2 porkers with the others 

 and roast them to suit your taste. You 

 see they have their faces turned away. They 

 evidently had in mind what you might do 

 to them. These 2 butchers shot 42 cotton- 

 tails and boasted that only one got away. 

 They regretted that work prevented further 

 slaughter. We have but little game here 

 and it is an outrage that such hoggishness 

 should be tolerated. These 2 boys, whose 

 names are Billy Schermerhorn and Frank 

 Seecum, kill everything they see. Roast 



them brown and show them how they look 

 in the eyes of true sportsmen. 



L. A. F., Radnor, Pa. 



These boys were wise in turning their 

 backs to the camera. No doubt they look 

 much handsomer that way than they would 

 if their faces could be seen. Any man or 

 boy who will slaughter game to the ex- 

 tent these boys did may well feel ashamed 

 of it. I trust the time may soon come 

 when no one will be willing to stand up 

 and confess such a crime before the world 

 in the way of a photograph. — Editor. 



Recreation has done more toward 

 educating game hogs to abandon their 

 shameful practices than anything ever 

 before published. 



W.H.Hubbard, Glenwood Springs, Col. 



the greatest magazine 

 30 subscriptions in 2 



Recreation is 

 out. I secured 



hours from people not at all interested in 

 sport. 



W. M. Barrett, East Windsor, N. Y 



'TAIN'T TH' SAME. 



Guess my tackle is th' best — 

 Rod o' steel an' fancy flies ; 



Lines that stand th' toughest test — 

 Reels enough for every size ; 



Yet when I a-fishin' go 

 An' recall th' early fame 



Of a boy I used to know, 

 "Tain't th' same. 



Useter own a hickory rod — 

 Hook, cork, sinker — nothin' more ; 



Useter turn th' garden sod 



After worms 'longside th' door. 



Useter angle in th' brook — 

 Speckle trout aroun' me came, 



Seemed to hanker for my hook — 

 'Tain't th' same. 



There I'd sit an' fish an' fish, 



Starin' at th' quiet pool ; 

 Sit an' watch an' wait, an' wish — 



Quite forgettin' home an' school, 

 Often caught a lickin', my ! 



Dad was quick to place th' blame ! 

 Fishin' cost this youngster high — 

 'Tain't th' same. 



Fishin', an' inventin' tales — 



Kind o' skatin' round the truth, 

 Is a snort that never stales 



In th' golden days o' youth. 

 Got th' tackle that's the best, 



Yet th' sport seems gettin' tame ; 

 What's the tackle 'thout th' zest? 

 'Tain't th' same. 



— Cleveland Plain Dealer. 



Recreation is the finest magazine 

 published. 



S. A. Munson, Indianapolis, Ind. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY MRS. F. W. TILDEN. 



WILL YOU WALK INTO MY PARLOR ? 



