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and I took a new hold, and waited for the 
dope to act. I didn’t know the dose for a 
bear, but I hoped I had given him enough. 
For an hour I waited, and then the bear 
began to show signs of languor. He 
stretched out sleepily, and at last tumbled 
over limp, as if he hadn’t any more use 
for himself. I thought it was my time, 
and down the other side of the tree I went 
as fast as I could. The way I got out of 
that neighborhood was a caution to snakes. 
RECREATION. 
I ought to have been too stiff to make 
good time, but the scare took all the stiff- 
ening out of me, and | hustled like a cata- 
mount. I had sense enough to head for 
where my gun was, and I took that along. 
Next day I went back, prospecting for 
bear. I got him. He was deader than 
Julius Cesar, from which I have always 
suspected that 20 grains of morphine is an 
overdose for a grizzly.” 

AMATEUR PHOTO By J, E. TYLOR. 
AN EARLY MORNING SNOOZE. 
Winner of 16th Prize in Recreation’s 8th Annual Photo Competition, 
Made with Eastman Kodak, 
Financier—I told me boss I couldn't af- 
ford to work for t’ree dollars a week. 
Merchant—What did he say? 

Financier 
tryin’ to.—Judge. 
Said he 
hadn’t noticed me 
