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RECREATION. 



ANOTHER MINNESOTA HERD. 



I have been a resident of this great 

 Northwestern hunting and fishing ground 

 15 years and have seen some big killings 

 made, but the following newspaper account 

 and accompanying picture will convey to 

 you some idea of what I consider the rot- 

 tenest record of modern times. 



Judge C. J. Fisk and G. A. McCanna, of 

 Grand Forks; T. A. Sullivan, W. H. Pringle and 

 J. R. Johnson, of East Grand Forks, and A. E. 

 Sheets, of Lakota, N. D., spent Monday here 

 fishing, and in half a day caught 500 fish, mostly 

 pike. They intended to spend a week here, but 

 their luck was so good they left on the next train. 



It is strange that these biped, cornfed, 

 swellhead, beer soaked grangers should 

 have quit with a mere boat load of fish. 

 Strange they did not stay till their money 

 gave out, or till the people of Bemidji 

 drove them out. That's the usual course 

 of the genuine bristleback. If this herd 

 had not had themselves photographed 

 with their loot one could almost have for- 

 given them ; but when they parade them- 

 selves before the camera, surrounded and 

 hemmed in by the slimy corpses of their 

 victims, one can only regret that the or- 

 nery cusses were not caught in a squall and 

 all drowned early in the morning. — Ed. 



Thus do the fish conspire against the hotels of 

 Bemidji. — Pioneer. 



Hog No. i is W. H. Pringle, of East 

 Grand Forks, Minn., cashier of the bank 

 there. 



Hog No. 2, T. A. Sullivan, East Grand 

 Forks, Minn., real estate man. 



Hog No. 3, C. J. Fisk, Grand Forks, N. 

 Dak., Judge of the District Court. 



Hog No. 4, A. E. Sheets, Lakota, N. 

 Dak., editor of a newspaper. 



Hog No. 5, G. A. McCanna, Grand 

 Forks, ex-State Senator. 



Hog No. 6, J. R. Johnson, East Grand 

 Forks, wheat buyer. 



A Sufferer, 

 Bemidji, Minn. 



THE STRONGER SEX. 



"Ah," he said to himself, as he finished 

 the last paragraph of his magazine article, 

 "I think the world will have cause to thank, 

 me for this. In these pages I have worked 

 out a reasonable solution of the servant 

 girl problem. After this there can be 

 no " 



"Henry," his wife cried, as she rushed 

 excitedly into his room, "Hannah has just 

 notified me that she's going to leave, and 

 here we have the Buchanans coming from 

 New York next week. What on earth 

 shall we do?" 



He fell back helpless in his chair and 

 gave it up. — Chicago Record-Herald. 



