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Sy Made to your measure for...........++ 
The Putman Boots. 
“The Putman goods embody everything that is practical in Sportsmen’s 
Footwear. We have for TWENTY-TWO YEARS supplied Hunting and Pros- 
pecting Footwear toa class of men in the West and Northwest who wear 
that style of goods all the time. Minneapolis is the headquarters for sup- 
plying the Western Hunters, Prospectors and Ranchmen, (who are satisfied 
with only the very best), and we have learned, through our personal contact 
with this class of men, to make a perfect Hunting and Prospecting Boot. 
We make 20 different styles of Hunting Boots, also INDIAN TANNED 
MoosE Hipr Moccasins. 
H. J. PUTMAN & CO., Minneapolis, Minn. 
This cut shows our No. 635, $6.00 Short Boot, (11 inches 
high), made on the Pug Toe. We make it on any style toe de- 
sired. Uppers are Chrome Tanned Calf Skin, tanned with the 
grain of the hide left on, making the leather water proof. 
Furnished in Black, Brown or Straw Color. 
uine Hand Sewed, made of Chrome Tanned Moose 
will not slip, wears like iron and is impregnable to water. 
Send for catalogue. 

The sole is gen- 
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ag gee ee Send for order blank showing how to measure your foot. 

THEM’S MY SENTIMENTS. 
ARCH. WIHSNANT. 
I ain’t got what you city’chaps 
Might call en edjecation,— 
I only knows enough o’ books 
To love ole RECREATION. 
I love her pictures, love her yarns, 
Adore her yaller cover; 
But all the grammar that I larned 
Won’t tell how much I love her! 
I love those letters from the North 
Which breathe of ice an’ snow; 
An them soft zephyrs from the South 
Wait sweetness to an’ fro. 
I love them tales of mountain bold; 
I love them yarns from Maine; 
They takes me bac to bygone days 
And makes me young again. 
I loves the woods, an’ streams, an’ hills, 
But I am not so young 
A’ I was once; an’ soon I'll hear 
The hymns of angels sung 
But when I’m called acrost the stream 
With all that new creation, 
I hope to meet this friend of mine,— 
My good ole RECREATION. 
An’ then J’ll sit an’ read about 
The fish-hogs down on earth; 
An” “ancin’ over ¢haryto . hell 
T’ll see one in his berth. 
The devil stirrin’ up the coals 
“Beneath a red-hot griddle, 
An’ fryin’ what he loves the most— 
A fish hog, in the middle. 
An’. as he smacks his bloodless lips, 
He ttirns him round about, 
So he will brown upon both sides, 
An’ sizzle like a trout. 
An’ when he’s done, clean through and 
through, 
He serves him up on toast, 
An’ sends him down his red-hot throat 
Forever more to roast! 
But Betsy Jane, my faithful wife 
So gentle an’ so good, 
Is yelling from the kitchen door 
“Say, Jim, bring in that wood!” 
An’ as I’ve lived with Betsy 
Nigh on to forty year 
I’ve larned that it is policy 
To answer when I hear. 
So I will go an’ fetch that wood 
In spite of rheu natiz, 
But you will hear from me agin 
When I’m not pressed with biz. 

DON'T FAIL TO MAKE SOME OF 
THE BEST PICTURES YOU ARE CAP- 
ABLE OF MAKING, DURING AUGUST 
AND SEPTEMBER, AND ENTER 
THEM IN MY FOURTH ANNUAL 
PHOTO COMPETITION. SEE LIST 
OF PRIZES ON PAGES 51 OF THIS 
ISSUE. 
IN ANSWERING ADS, IF YOU 
WILL KINDLY MENTION’ REC- 
REATION - YOU ~ WILL* GREATLY 
OBLIGE THE EDITOR 
I want the names of all the gun clubs in 
the U.S. and Canada, and the names and 
addresses of the Secretaries thereof. Read- 
ers of RECREATION, will do me a valuable 
service by kindly giving me such infor- 
mation. 
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