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RECREATION. 



SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. 



Chee-kee-wah, or Indian Pete, whose 

 pen picture accompanies this sketch, is one 

 of the famous landmarks of Northern Wis- 

 consin. The oldest inhabitant can not re- 

 member when Indian Pete was anything 

 but an old man. At least a hundred years 

 have passed over his head, and if questioned 

 on the subject, he will say, "Me hundred 

 twenty-five." 



Pete is a chief of the Chippewas and 



INDIAN PETE. 



lives in his tepee a few miles from Toma- 

 hawk. He is a frequent visitor in the 

 town and usually walks in the middle of 

 the road, tall and straight, with a step as 

 light as when, in his younger days, he led 

 his warriors in the fight. His faithful dog 

 always follows him, and generally Pete 

 carries over his shoulder a bag of venison 

 or other commodities to trade for what- 

 ever he can get. His customary salutation, 

 be it May or December, to those he meets 

 is, "Merry Christmas, ten cents." 



Unlike most of his race, Indian Pete has 

 succeeded in overcoming the native super- 

 stition and repugnance to having his pic- 

 ture made, and any enthusiastic amateur 

 may take a snap shot, providing he crosses 

 the wily old Indian's palm with silver. 

 Pete knows the difference between 10 cents 

 ,and 25, too, and nothing less than the latter 

 will tempt him into posing for his por- 

 trait. 



The passing away of this tall denizen 

 of the pine forests, when he goes to join his 

 warriors in the happy hunting grounds of 

 the hereafter, will leave a vacancy and a 

 feeling of sadness among many a pale face 

 in Northern Wisconsin. 



Harold T. Webster, Tomahawk, Wis. 



GOLDEN EAGLE KILLED AT REELFOOT LAKE, 

 TENNESSEE. 



"Yes, he started a hotel and he's made a 

 hit, too. You know the old established 

 place across the street advertised itself as 

 'a hotel with all the comforts of home.' ' 



"Yes." 



"Well, he advertised his place as 'a hotel 

 without the discomforts of home.' " — Phila- 

 delphia Press. 



Nowitt : I've got a United States dollar 

 of 1827 I'd like to dispose of. What's it 

 worth? 



Numismatist: Nothing. 



"That so? I thought there was a pre- 

 mium on it." 



"No. There are lots of them in circula- 

 tion. However, seeing it is you, I'll give 

 you 50 cents for it." 



"All right; I'll take it."— Standard and 

 Times. 



Hojack — I understand that you skated 

 into an airhole the other day? 



Tomdik — That's what they called it, but 

 I found it was full of water. — Detroit Free 

 Press. 



