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RECREATION. 



"What are the Wild Waves Saying" pos- 

 ture. He had found what he thought a 

 good place. I cast well out, and in the 

 second cast I landed a pound trout at the 

 feet of the boy. 



In about an hour I had landed 6 more, 

 and began to feel that the light break- 

 fast of the morning was long in the past. 

 Mrs. Pierce having snapped a sufficient 



number of woodland scenes, we returned 

 to the camp and were soon feasting on 

 bacon-fried mountain trout, light bread and 

 butter, washed down with good strong 

 coffee, such as can only be made over a 

 camp fire and enjoyed at an outdoor break- 

 fast. At one o'clock we were at our home 

 gate, somewhat tired, but feeling that our 

 half day of recreation had been a success. 



A CLEVER YOUNGSTER. 



I send you herewith 3 photos of my 

 4-months-old puppy, King Cyro, out of 

 King Cyrano, pointing at the word 

 "steady," in my back yard. There is not a 



the focus was not right. No. 3 was the 

 worst of all. At that point I picked him up 

 short, and he did not have time to get a 

 graceful pose. It takes lots of breeding 



living thing ahead of him, chicken, cat or 

 sparrow ; nothing but weeds and grass. In 

 No. 1 the wrong foot is up, and in No. 2 



to have a little puppy do this kind of 

 work. This puppy is a handsomer dog than 

 his father. F. M. Gilbert, Evansville, Ind. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY FRANK M. GILBERT. 



She — So you lost your friend in the 

 Klondike. Where was he buried? 



He — He wasn't buried. He met a bear. 

 —The King. 



