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RECREATION. 



Mr. Harvey M. Harper, a warm friend of and 

 a contributor to Recreation, has lately been 

 admitted to partnership in the law firm of 

 Doolittle, Tolman & Pollasky, Chicago. Judge 

 Doolittle is an ex-member of the U. S. Senate 

 and one of the ablest lawyers in the west. I con- 

 gratulate Mr. Harper on forming so valuable an 

 association and hope wealth, business and honor 

 may flow in on him until he will have to flee to 

 the mountains to avoid being buried under them. 



On March 12th, the American News Com- 

 pany raised its standing order for Recreation 

 from 2,600 copies to 3,900 copies, an increase of 

 1,300 copies in 30 days. Its order for June is 

 4,200. Returned copies are less than 15 percent. 

 Write the manager, and ask him whether this 

 statement is correct. 



Hon. John Bowman, of London, Ontario, 

 who wrote the charming story in January 

 Recreation, "Trouting on the Nepigon," has 

 been elected President of the Board of Trade of 

 his native city. His neighbors evidently appre- 

 ciate brains. 



If a sample copy of Recreation has been 

 sent you, it is 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 courtesy by subscribing for the magazine ? 



' ' Maine Outings " is the latest candidate for 

 a place among sportsmen's periodicals. It is a 

 monthly magazine, published at Portland, Maine. 

 It is printed on good paper, neatly illustrated, 

 and the text is of a high order. I wish it abun- 

 dant success. 



POSSIBLE SMILES. 



He was a young man of station in life, but he 

 looked too often upon the wine when it sparkled 

 in the bar glass. He was a victim of the heart 

 disease so prevalent in the glad holiday season 

 when Cupid is abroad with his love-tipped arrows, 

 and closed a note to his adored one with the line : 

 " The bloom of your plump cheeks outrivals the 

 rose." 



She read it with a blush of pleasure, and 

 wondered if he really meant it. Not to be 

 outdone in poetic compliments, she wrote in 

 reply : 



"They really ain't in it compared with your 

 nose." 



This was a stumper, but believing it a bit 

 of girlish fun, he overlooked the reflection on his 

 bibulous habits, and wrote her: 

 "Yours comes from a heart filled with love's 

 rosy hues." 



And back came her coy reply : 

 "And yours from a stomach just pickled with 

 booze." 



And now they meet as strangers. 



She — Are you going to any balis this season ? 

 He — I am going to three balls to-morrow. 



— Dallas ( Texas) Visitor. 



The young man had just gone out of the shop 

 when the assistant who had attended to him 

 called up the shop-walker. 



"Did you hear that young fellow ? " he asked, 

 nodding toward the door where the customer had 

 gone out. 



"No, ; what was the matter with him ? " 



"He wanted a pair of knickerbockers to play 

 football in." 



" Didn't he get them ? " 



"He did not." 



' 'Why not ? We've got plenty. " 



"Yes, but he wanted flesh-colored ones." 



"Well, we've got them." 



"No we haven't ; I showed them to him, and 

 he turned up his nose and said that wasn't his 

 flesh color. He said he wanted them black and 

 blue."— Tit-Bits. 



At Frank's house they had quince jam for 

 supper, but Frankie had been ill, and his mother 

 said to him: — "Frank, you cannot have any jam ; 

 it will make you sick, and then you might die." 

 Frank took this like a little man until he saw 

 his mother help herself to jam- a second time. 

 Then he pushed his plate slowly toward the 

 forbidden dish, and said, with deliberation : — 

 "Well, if you are going to die, I might as well 

 die too. Gimme some." 



— American Review. 



The saucy, barefooted boy had been fishing. 



"My son," said the kindly old gentleman, 

 "why do you waste your time fishing when you 

 should be earning money with which to buy 

 shoes ?" 



"I don't need any shoes." 



"Why not?" 



" 'Cause" — and he displayed his catch of two 

 eels — " I've got a pair of slippers." — Washington 

 Star. 



She had married a young naval officer and was 

 so pleased over it that she had gone with him 

 into a little house on a side street and was run- 

 ning it herself. 



"Have you any beans?" she inquired of the 

 grocer's clerk during the first week of her incum- 

 bency. 



**Do you wish navy beans ? " he asked politely. 



"Oh, certainly," she twittered. "How clever 

 of you to guess we weren't army people ! " 



— Detroit Ftee Press. 



Guide (in camp.) — See hyar, One Lung, these 

 ar gentlemen wants good squar cookin', savy ? 

 None 'o your rat pie, dished up with dressing, 

 and put on ther table as chicken fricassee. 



One Lung (camp cook.) — Me savy ; no latpie. 

 Me makee allee same Melican man eatee bymeby 

 Nlew Yok ; him bow wow pie. You no savy ? 

 Allee samee Flankflurter. Him no lats. 



Sportsman (whispering excitedly.) — There it is, 

 shall I fire? 



Guide. — Yes, but aim high. The report of 

 your gun will frighten the bird, but for heaven's 

 sake don't kill the dog. 



