FIVE HOURS' SLAUGHTER BY 3 MINNESOTA FISH HOGS. 



Their other names are John Beel, Wm. Wade and Henry Nothaker. There are, as you see, 80 pickerel 

 in sight. The largest is reported to have weighed 14 pounds, and the smallest % of a pound. Judging from 

 comparative lengths as shown in the picture, it may be fair to estimate that the fish would average 4 pounds 

 each. This would mean a total of 320 pounds for 5 hours' work. I say "work" deliberately. There could 

 be no sport for any decent man in any such case, and if you study the faces of these men carefully you will 

 agree with me that they are not sportsmen. I doubt if the idea oi sport ever entered their heads at any time 

 when they were killing these fish. They are the kind of men who only glory in destroying great numbers of 

 fish or game. Then they like to be photographed with their plunder and make their exploits known to the 

 world. Well, Recreation is willing to help make them notorious. Probably, however, they would rather 

 have stayed out of this magazine. 



A DAY IN THE WOODS. 



A feller feels like drowsin', for the air is 



full o' dreams; 

 Far off the cow-bells tinkle by the cool 



an' shaded streams; 

 An' the wooin' winds invite you where the 



bees are on the wing. 

 An' the birds are makin' merry where the 



honeysuckles swing. 



Sing a song o' summer — 



"Ting-a-ling-a-ling!" 

 Cattle boys a-sleepin' 

 Where the honeysuckles swing! 



A feller feels like loafin', for the weather's 



fair and fine, 

 An' the fishin' rod's a-bobbin' to the 



throbbin' o' the line; 

 An' the river banks invite you where a 



breezy chorus swells, 

 An' scenes o' joy delight you where the 



cattle shake their bells. 



Sing a song o' summer — 



"Ting-a-ling-a-ling!" 

 Fishermen a-noddin' 



Where the honeysuckles swing. 



It's good to be a-livin' in this weather — 



night an' morn; 

 When you hear a song o' plenty in the 



rustle o' the corn! 



When a picture o' the harvest shines in 



every drop o' dew, 

 An' the old world's rollin' happy 'neath a 



livin' bend o' blue! 



Sing a song o' summer — 



"Ting-a-ling-a-ling!" 

 All the country smilin' 

 Where the honeysuckles swing! 



— Atlanta Constitution. 



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