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RECREATION. 



YOU SHOULD BE THERE. 



The 6th annual meeting of the League 

 will be held in Columbus, Ohio, Wednes- 

 day, February 10, 1904, and from present 

 indications it will be the greatest and most 

 successful gathering of any yet held. Chief 

 Warden Gleason and Vice- Warden Thatch- 

 er, of the Ohio Division, together with the 

 Hon. J. C. Porterfield, Chief Warden of 

 the State Game and Fish Commission, are 

 working like Trojans toward that end. 

 These men are known throughout Ohio as 

 thorough sportsmen and enthusiastic work- 

 ers in the cause of game protection, and 

 there is abundant reason to believe that the 

 sportsmen of Ohio will respond generously 

 and liberally to their efforts in this matter. 



Every officer of the League should begin 

 now to make arrangements to attend the 

 6th annual meeting. The 4th and 5th an- 

 nual gatherings were great events and the 

 men who attended them will tell you that 

 all who were not there miss'ed rare treats. 

 No officer should deprive himself of the 

 pleasure and the benefit to be derived from 

 attending this 6th annual meeting, and I 

 hope to see a greater gathering this year 

 than ever before. 



LEAGUE NOTES. 



Local Warden A. C. Cooper, -of Fort 

 Still, O. T., has done a great deal of valu- 

 able work in his district in the interest of 

 game and fish protection. One of his im- 

 portant efforts has been in restocking Cache 

 creek, a tributary of Red river, with game 

 fishes. Some months ago, Mr. Cooper 

 made application to the U. S. Fish Commis- 

 sion for 28,000 crappies to be planted in 

 Cache creek, and the request was granted. 

 Local sportsmen are requested to refrain 

 from taking any of these fishes from that 

 stream during the next 2 years, and if this 

 reasonable suggestion is generally complied 

 with, there can be little doubt that Cache 

 creek will be abundantly supplied with 

 crappies by the end of that time. 



Warden Cooper recently arrested 2 men 

 for taking fish from Cache creek with a 

 hoop net, but they escaped punishment in 

 that case on a technicality. He is still after 

 their scalps and will undoubtedly get them 

 later. 



Stamford, Conn. 

 Mr. F. P. Sherwood, Chief Warden, 

 Southport, Conn. 

 Dear Sir: Complaint was made to me 

 yesterday agains-t Italians shooting robins. 

 I sent the deputy sheriff to Springdale and 

 he captured 4 men, 4 guns, 4 robins, and 

 one blue jay. One fellow had nothing and 

 they let him go. The other 3 were taken 

 before the prosecuting attorney and pleaded 

 guilty. Case was settled by 2 of the men 

 paying $15 each and the one-bird man $10, 



total $40. This was satisfactory to me as 

 complainant. All were of the same opin- 

 ion, that they "no more shoot; $8 a bird 

 too much." 



G. B. Bliss, Local Warden. 



The first case under the new game laws in the 

 police court of Hollywood, N. J., was that of 

 Samuel L. Cousins, charged with having cap- 

 tured 2 mockingbirds and carried them from 

 their nests. W. J. Lynham swore out the war- 

 rant. As it was a first offense the justice fined 

 Cousins only $2, but stated that the next time a 

 man should be taken before him here on a charge 

 of that sort he would get the maximum punish- 

 ment. — New Jersey paper. 



I am sorry I can not give the name of 

 this Justice of the Peace. He is a righteous 

 judge and deserves a better position than 

 that of Justice of the Peace. Both he and 

 Warden Lynham have established an ex- 

 cellent school in their district and all would 

 be lawbreakers may learn wisdom there- 

 from. Mr. Lynham is an L. A. S. warden. 

 — Editor. 



MEMORIES. 



ETTIE A. DAY. 



My father was a Mandan chief 

 And, years ago, the prairie ruled; 



His braves, like all the Indian race, 

 In war and in the chase were schooled. 



My childhood home was anywhere 



My father's band might choose to stay; 



Their houses were but skin tepees, 



Their beds, the ground whereon they lay. 



Our cook stove was the camp fire coals, 

 Our only lamp, the camp fire glow; 



My cradle was a fawn skin bag 

 That from a tree swung to and fro. 



One day my father said to me, 



"The great white chief has made a rule 



That you and all the Indian boys 



Must leave their homes and go to 

 school." 



So I bade farewell to parents, 

 To birds, to flowers, to grass and trees, 



To the home where I was care free, 

 With no one but myself to please. 



And since then I've grown stout and tall, 



For that was many years ago ; 

 I've learned to live as white men live 

 . Although I find it very slow. 



There will always be a longing, 

 Deep hidden in my brawny breast, 



For my dear lost old tepee home 

 And the prairie wilds I love the best. 



Two colored women met on the corner 

 and the following dialogue took place : 

 "Hullo, Liz! Wha' yo' gwine?" ^ 

 "I ain't gwine no wha'; I'se jes' bin wha' 

 I'se gwine." — C. H. and D. Magazine. 



