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RECREATION. 



tail 3 inches from his nose. Of these mon- 

 sters, we had so many at one time that a 

 giant "Coxy" overturned the covered box 

 and led his followers, stealthily by night, 

 to the Washington, D. C, of their native 

 haunts. 



The bathing time came after the siesta. 

 Attired in bathing suits, the girls rowed to 

 the opposite side of the river and leaped 

 into the water, while the men plunged in 

 from the bank. Those of the crowd who 

 were not already adepts at swimming and 

 diving, made admirable progress in that 

 direction. Though our river lacked in 

 saline properties, our bathing place com- 

 pared favorably with old Atlantic. 



Nine o'clock in the evening found all 

 boats in harbor and all romantically in- 

 clined rowers around the camp fire for an 

 hour or 2 of telling stories, playing games, 

 singing songs, and listening to music on 

 mandolin, mandola and guitar. This was 

 varied with an Indian war dance, making 

 fudge, turning out the camp lamps in the 

 trees and telling, in the darkness, the 

 weirdest of ghost stories, or by taking a 

 frog-hunt, with boats, lanterns and gigs, 

 to end the lives of the innocent croakers. 

 This meant fricaseed frogs the next day. 



The girls wore for this outing short 



skirts, colored shirtwaists, sleeves rolled 

 up and necks turned in, with flannel 

 blouses or sweaters for cool mornings and 

 evenings, and broad brimmed straw hats. 

 Men dispensed with coats and vests and ap- 

 peared in shirt waist, belt and rolled sleeve 

 combination of the summer college boy. 

 The costumes, the rowing and bathing, 

 were highly conducive to the rich olive skin 

 of sunny Italy. 



If anyone became sick he had only to 

 peep into the medicine cabinet, prepared by 

 a pharmacist in the party, and he was soon 

 relieved. This wonderfully useful camp- 

 ing accessory contained whisky, Jamaica 

 ginger, castor oil, clove oil, camphor, 

 quinine, headache powders and tablets, in- 

 digestion tablets, cotton bandage, medicated 

 cotton, adhesive and court plasters. No 

 cure for snake bite was needed, though we 

 killed an 8-foot black snake as it basked in 

 the afternoon sun beneath a hammock. 



Even though one member of the party, 

 with 2 fair maids in his boat, became so 

 fastened on a snag that no effort could ex- 

 tricate them until a friendly vessel came by 

 chance to their rescue, the rowing, the 

 moonlight nights, and the evenings around 

 the camp fire were grand beyond descrip- 

 tion. 



HUNTIN' TIME. 



DR. R. S. TUTTLE. 



Wen de punkin's gittin' yaller 

 An' de leaves am turnin' brown, 

 An' in de early mawnin' 

 De frost am on de ground' ; 

 Den go an' clean yo' shot gun 

 Fur you know hits comin' soon, 

 De time to go a-huntin' 

 Fur de possum an de coon 



Wen de 'simmins am a-softnin' 

 An' de possum's fat an' slick, 

 An' de ole gray coon am lookin' 

 Fur de crawfish in de crick; 

 Wen you gits dem funny feelin's 

 Wid de changin' ob de moon, 

 Den hits time to go a-huntin' 

 Fur de possum an' de coon. 



Wen de hickery nuts am fallin' 

 An' de sweet pertater's ripe, 

 Don' set dar in yo' cabin 

 A-smokin' ob yo' pipe ; 

 Go put up dat ole banjo, 

 Don' you play anudder chune, 

 Hits time we wuz a-huntin' 

 •Fur de possum an' de coon. 



"Mother thinks you'll make ■ me a good 

 wife," said the girl's intended. 



"Indeed?" replied the girl with the de- 

 termined jaw, "You tell your mother I'll 

 make you a good husband." — Philadelphia 

 Public Ledger, 



