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RECREATION. 



Dick agin me 'n' Mr. Sam, an' they wuz 

 5 ter ar 3 on th' last game, an' they wuz 

 a laffin' at us an' a sayin', "Oh, yes, yer 

 will play th' ole timers, will yer?" Uncle 

 Dick wuz a dealin' an' it wuz my beg, an' 

 as he took his last 3 cards he held 'em 

 sorter high, an' I see they wuz spades, 

 an' he turned spades trumps. I made a 

 beg on th' ace, tray an' 10 spot. He had 

 th' king an' a couple uv tolerble low 

 trumps, an' give us one, an' we made 

 high, low, gift an' th' game an' out. I 

 jest squalled, an' Uncle Dick sez, "Dog- 



gone yore little heart, I've a mind ter 

 feed yer ter th' 'gators." We lafTed at 

 'em an' told 'em when they played with 

 us ter keep their hands down, an' they 

 swore they'd git us nex' time. We lay 

 'round th' balance uv th' day an' broiled 

 a big mess uv fat deer ribs over th' coals 

 fer supper an', gentlemen, they wuz shore 

 fine. I went ter bed tolerble early, fer 

 me 'n' Mr. Sam had it made up ter go 

 inter th' hummock soon in tH' mornin' 

 an' kill a mess uv squr'ls. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY HERBERT K. JOB. 



NEST OF YELLOW-BREASTED CHAT. 

 Highly commended in Recreation's Fifth Annual Photo Competition. Made with Premo Camera. 



"All of- you wb ) never told a lie raise 

 your hands," askec the teacher of her small 

 pupils. 



"Please, ma'am," piped little Jimmie, 

 "is it a lie if nobuddy finds it out?" — Ohio 

 State Journal. 



