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RECREATION. 



This was too much. There would soon 

 be trouble; so, amid much laughter, we 

 shouted: "Shut up. Bill," "That's one on 

 you," "Hurrah for Bill," "Kill 'em, 

 Bill," "Shoot 'em." 



When we could sufficiently control our- 

 selves, we told our story, and the fish- 



ermen, who had come after more water, 

 joined us in a general laugh. 



Bill couldn't laugh. He thought it was 

 a mean trick, and he thought so all the 

 next day. If you mention the story now, 

 it only elicits a sickly grin from him. But 

 then Bill never was humorous. 



A WOMAN, TOO. 



My wife and I caught 81 black bass and 

 3 pike, one of which weighed 6 pounds, all 

 in one day, and nearly all from io a. m. 



What a revolting picture! Strange that 

 any woman could have been a party to 

 such slaughter! And stranger still that she 



A SHAMEFUL EXHIBITION. 



to 4 p. m. I send you a photograph made 

 on our arrival at home. 



C. Paris, Sauk Centre, Minn. 



should have consented to pose before the 

 camera with the evidence of it! Strange 

 that her husband should have dragged her 

 into such a disgraceful scene. — Editor. 



Tom: Dick's got a fetching name for his 

 country place; he calls it "At the Sign of 

 the White Rabbit/' 



Harry — Well, I'll go him one better; I'll 

 call mine "At the Sign of the Welsh Rab- 

 bit." — Chicago Record. 



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