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we number nearly fifty, and we give thousands of dollars 
in prizes; we pay the judges; we invite the public to 
come and see our exposition; we furnish the prestige; 
and, as men of high character and influence in the com- 
munity, we guarantee the finances and moral whole- 
someness of the exposition. In short, we do all the work, 
pay all the expenses and furnish all the prestige. Now, 
notwithstanding our majority, our importance, our re- 
sponsibility, we do not say to you that you shall not crop 
your dogs. We say to you that, as we are the responsible 
clubs, who invite the people, and guarantee that every- 
thing is good and lawful and ennobling and right, we 
have a just reason to say what we will permit at our 
shows. We legislate for ourselves. Those shows are 
ours. While you cut off your dogs' ears to please your- 
self, you do not exhibit the^m at your own shows. You 
show them at ours, whence you throw all the onus on us 
before the public. We are accessory to forcing on tbe 
public what it considers a cruelty and an unlawful prac- 
tice. While you profess to be legislating for yourself, 
you are really forcing your obnoxious fashion down the 
throats of everyone. Claiming it is within your jurisdic- 
tion, you force it on others outside of your narrow juris- 
diction." 
"Sirl" said Mr. Specialty in stern but dignified tones, 
"is our delight to be abated? Is our interest to be sacri- 
ficed? You are no fancier, and therefore cannot know 
whether or not it hurts a dog to cut his ears off. You 
even cannot know whether it is a mutilation. If you psr- 
sist in this unhallowed course, I boldly predict the down- 
fall of the whole kennel world, or at least the destruction 
of all its glories. We don't like you! In fact, you have 
incurred our high displeasure. You are our enemy. 
Sirrah, we will punish you! We hurl forth at you our 
major anathema. Here it goes, and it will make you 
dance and smart madly one hundred years, sir. Listen: 
"Whereas, by your persistent attacks on cropping, day 
and night, and throughout the land, you are our enemy; 
and whereas and whereas, and fourteen thousand six 
hundred and three more whereases, you are some more 
our enemy, Therefore be it resolved and resolved and re- 
solved that we all unanimously say boo! boo! Now, sir, 
you have brought all this misfortune on yourself. The 
next man who says a word against cropping will be de- 
nounced with a longer and louder 'boo' than the one just 
hurled at you. It will be published throughout the land. 
We believe in freedom of" speech for ourselves, but you 
must be mute. See ! You are, moreover, a casus belli 
and a reductio ad absurdum, and hence cutting off a 
dog's ears is proof of a kind heart." 
"Awfully sorry. I'm sure. But what do you mean by 
casus belli and reductio ad dbsurdum ?" 
"I don't know. It isn't necessary to know. I don't 
care what they mean. They sound pretty and erudite. 
I like nice language and amiable thoughts. All the con- 
stitutions of our clubs speak of promoting good fellow- 
ship. You mean thing you!" 
"You have made a most noble defense and a most con- 
vincing argument, and no one can now harbor a suspi- 
cion that tbe bull terrier has not outgrown the vulgar 
and rough elements which cast a cloud over his earlier 
history. He should feel dignified and ennobled by the 
pure and chaste sentiments which require that his ears 
shall be cut off for his master's pure pleasure." 
Mr. Bench Show then turned to the next. Said he: 
"Now, Mr. Great Dane Club, do you hold bench 
shows?" 
"No, sir, we do not hold bench shows. We are not 
financially responsible for them. We have a sp°cial 
mission. As we look after the type of the Great Dane, 
we have a right to say whether his ears shall be cut off or 
not. We make the type and we encourage breeders. 
We give valuable trophies for competition. We pick out 
competent men for judges. The success of the breed 
rests on our efforts. If you meddle with us, there will be 
a wreck of matter and a crash of worlds." 
"No doubt of it ! Why not? But is it true that there 
have been heated differences between the members 
through several years— yes, between the club's official 
judges— as to what is the true Great Dane type? Are 
there not a number of Great Dane breeders who are not 
members of your club ? Is there not another Great Dane 
Club in the United States with which you do not frater- 
nize ? Which of these is the authority on type ? Thus 
with internal wrangling of members and official judges 
as to type, with two different Great Dane camps within 
the United States, with a number of independent breed- 
ers and owners, how can the claim of jurisdiction of type 
be sustained? How can the broad claim of being a repre- 
sentative of Great Dane interests, of speaking for all 
Great Dane fanciers on the one hand, be reconciled on 
the other with some trophies being open to competition 
to members only? The material benefits of judging and 
trophies thus are for members only; the broad claim of 
jurisdiction to inflate the club's importance, but which 
has no silver trophies attached to it, is for the world at 
large. The arguments of jurisdiction are excellent argu- 
ments excepting in so far as they are controverted by 
the facts. Holding no shows yourself, the practice of 
cropping forsooth must be paraded at the expense of 
those who hold shows. It is nob sufficient for the clubs 
who are responsible to say that they obj ect to the prac- 
tice. Their standing, their sentiments and their interests 
are naught as compared with a whim, a caprice, a morbid 
fashion. There can be no doubt of the equity of a club 
which says that in a practice which is illegal it will de- 
cide for itself and for all others. But, of course, in your 
claim of jurisdiction, if it be sound, it would be useful in 
this wise: If a member of the club were arrested, or in 
fact anyone were arrested and prosecuted for cropping a 
dog, would the fact that the Great Dane Club claiming 
jurisdiction had decided cropping was good, would that, 
I say, be a good defense in court? No, of course it would 
not. But, having encouraged the practice, would the 
club stand financially responsible tor the fines, etc., 
which might be imposed? No, it would not. Where 
there is no responsibility, there can be little claim to a 
voice in dictating the responsibility of others." 
A number of parrots were roosting along a nearby 
fence, listening to the conversation. One parrot re- 
marked that there were at least a dozen other parrots 
which had not been answered, though they had spoken 
with much sprightly wit, profound learning, and not a 
few jests of such subtle humor that no one could under- 
stand them. Those parrots still remain unanswered, 
FOX HUNTING IN CONNECTICUT. 
Connecticut. — Editor Forest and Stream: If the real 
pleasure to be obtained in hunting reynard with dog and 
gun should be once experienced by thousands of lovers of 
field sports who have never tasted of its enjoyments, 
there is no doubt in my mind that this method of obtain- 
ing recreation would become universally popular. Mne- 
tenths of the large number of unfortunate sportsmen 
whose lack of means or inability to spare the necessary 
time prevents them from taking an extensive annual out- 
ing can find a Mecca of enjoyment at their very doors by 
organizing foxhound clubs. 
There are few who are so unfortunate as to be unable 
to take an occasional day, or at least half a day, afield. 
The enchantment of the hills, woods and fields and the 
excitement of the chase is open to the pnjoyment of 
nearly every one. It will not only strengthen lungs, 
heart, muscles and nerves, but it will imprint on the pale 
cheek the ruddy glow of health. The very brain will be 
made clearer and immeasurably benefited thereby. 
Recently it was my good fortune to receive from Robert 
Penn (better known as Bob Penn) an invitation to partici- 
pate in the annual New Year's hunt of the New Haven 
Foxhound Club. Bob is one of Connecticut's oldest and 
best known trap and brush shooters. The invitation, it is 
needless to say, I quickly accepted. 
It was arranged for all hands to meet at the depot 
on New Year's morning, in time to take the 7 o'clock 
train for Orange. Teams were to meet the party at the 
depot in Orange and convey the hunters to the farm of 
Mr. Arthur Treat, situated on Grassy Hill in that town. 
From the Treat farm the party was to walk to Turkey 
Hill, where the hounds would be loosed and the hunt 
would begin. 
On account of a desire to take some of the friskinesB- 
out of a little black mare, who badly needed to be used, 
also desiring to view the country, I suggested to a mem 
ber of the club, Mr. Gus Potter, that we drive the dis" 
tance of eight or nine miles instead of taking the train 
Gus acquiesing to my proposition, it was agreed that we 
would start bright and early for Turkey Hill on the morn- 
ing of the hunt. 
"Fair Luna" beamed in silvery radiance upon the first 
morning of the new year. Even upon Gus, the hound, 
the little black mare and myself did she smile as we took 
our rapid way over the smooth frozen road. Day had 
given no sign of approach until after we were Well on our 
way. Out West Chapel street and onto the Derby Turn- 
pike we took our course. The air was keen and delight- 
fully refreshing. Gus pointed out places here and there 
that brought to his mind many successful coon hunts of 
bygone days. In fact, Gus is rather a celebrated coon 
hunter. He would rather spend ail night in the woods on 
an unsuccessful coon hunt than to miss going any time. 
Then again, sooner than miss a fox hunt he would forfeit 
breakfast, dinner and supper. It is seldom, however, that 
he is unsuccessful, especially when it comes to coon hunt- 
ing. 
We passed one of the Maltby Lakes (there are four) and 
had nearly reached the lower one when, what is this that 
confronts us and bars the way? There, revealed in misty 
outlines by the early morning light, stretching its long 
arm from the cottage on the one side to the stone wall on 
the other, was an old-fashioned toll-gate. After paying 
8 cents to the same old gatekeeper (in appearance) that I 
can remember seeing some twenty-five years ago, the 
gate was swung open and we were allowed to proceed on 
our way. This, I am told, is the only existing toll-gate in 
the State and is soon to be abolished. 
Gus was entertaining me with a description of how, on 
one occasion, his dog treed two coons in the top of a 'tall 
chestnut that towered above a clump of cedars, hickories 
and white birches that stood to one side of the road, and 
through whose branches the pale moon, robbed of her sil- 
very sheen by the gray morning light, seemed to lightly 
float in the steely heavens like a monster reflective soap- 
bubble. Suddenly the sun peeped cautiously over the hills, 
flooding hills and valleys with blue, gold and vermilion. 
It was nearly 8 o'clock when we drove into the Treat 
farm barnyard. The rest of the party had arrived there 
and departed some twenty minutes before. While we 
unharnessed the horse we occasionally caught sound of 
the hounds' voices among the piney woods of Turkey Hill, 
a mile or more to the west. Gus loosed the hound and 
we started across the fields in the direction of the music. 
As the dogs were running south, Gus thought we had 
better get well ahead of them and select stands on an old 
road, across which, he said, "a fox is always sure to run." 
After a brisk walk of twenty minutes, we struck the 
road and took our positions. 
About this time cold, squally-looking clouds commenced 
to climb out of the west and the wind, keen and biting, 
gave us to understand that if we wished to keep warm we 
would have to select snugger stands than this unprotected 
roadway offered. 
We started along the road and had not gone far when 
we met two of the club members. While we stood talking 
we heard Bob Beecham, a veteran fox hunter and master 
of the hounds, calling the scattered dogs together. Soon 
the hounds and about fifteen members of the club put in 
an appearance in the roadway. While it was generally 
agreed that the chances of starting a fox were rather slim, 
still it was decided to start the hounds once more and 
trust to luck. Mr. Beecham therefore called them 
together and entered the woods on the south side of the 
road. Then we all started to take our stands. 
After walking considerable of a distance along the road, 
Gus and I struck out across a cedar-covered knoll which 
commanded an extensive view of the Hbusatonic River, 
about a mile away. We walked a quarter of a mile or 
more before we found a stand that suited us. It was in 
the bend of an old wood road, where the knoll rising back 
of us completely broke off the wind. In spite of the 
absence of wind, however, it was very cold. Now and 
then squally clouds accompanied with slight sif tings of 
snowflakes would blot out the rays of the sun. Then, as 
the clouds would pass away, the sun would shine brightly 
until obscured again. 
We stood here for nearly an hour without hearing any- 
thing from the hounds. The wind was blowing so hard 
as to carry all sounds of their voices away from us. 
While we stood thus waiting, a shot, followed by two 
others in rapid successien, was fired in a small strip of 
woods to the northeast. Presently, growing weary, we 
started for another road still further to the south, which 
we had scarcely reached when we heard the dogs in full 
cry coming our way. Had it not been for the wind we 
would have enjoyed a rare treat of hound music. As it 
was, one moment we would hear them plain enough only 
to lose sound of them the next. Finally all Bounds but 
that of the wind ceased. 
As I looked over broad, well-kept acres I could not help 
thinking that a sportsman in every sense of the word 
must be the farmer's friend. A thorough sportsman is a 
thorough gentleman, thoughtful always of the rights of 
others. He is religiously careful not to leave down bar- 
rails, break fences or knock down stone walls. If in get- 
ting over a fence he accidentally breaks a rail he is not 
the one to walk off before, to the best of his ability, he 
repairs the damage he has wrought. 
He is naturally a lover of law and order; so there is a 
grateful feeling stored away in one corner of hiB heart 
toward those who own the land on which he is allowed 
to trespass. He is filled with righteous indignation when 
he hears of depredations committed by rowdies, who, 
traveling under the guise of sportsmen, leave a trail of 
destruction behind as they run rough-shod over every- 
body's land. 
Especially is the fox or coon hunter the farmer's friend ; 
for, if successful, he destroys the farmer's enemy. When 
hunting birds it does not seem that his sportsmanship 
should be gauged by the number he kills, if they are 
used, and he breaks no law in killing them. 
One lover of dog and gun may be only able to take one 
or two days afield in the fall. If that man should bag 
fifty or sixty birds in the limited time allowed him for 
recreation, why should others, who go in some cases 
thirty or forty times and bag a total of 200 birds or more, 
begrudge the fifty or sixty bird man his success? He 
surely has not enjoyed himself throughout the fall as 
well as they. 
Of one of our party whom we now saw we inquired 
about the shots we had heard and found that they had 
been fired at a fox by Mr. Seane, a member of the club. 
The fox was so far away from the shooter, however, that 
he succeeded only in wounding him. The dogs were bo 
close behind the fox that hopes were entertained of secur- 
ing him. 
Waited nearly an hour at our stand without hearing the 
dogs; we decided to change our position for one on top of 
a hill, back of a swamp and piece of woodland. 
The prevailing conditions were so unfavorable to start 
another fox that our party decided to give up for that 
day. If the success of a hunt is to be judged by the 
amount of game secured, then can this one be called a 
failure. On the other hand, if success is to be considered 
by the pleasure obtained in breaking away from the dull 
routine of daily life, and by having imprinted on the 
mind a glorious panorama of nature's pictures, by good 
fellowship and the making of new friends, and by unlim- 
ted quantities of pure, fresh air. and last, but not least, 
by a drive home in the blaze and glory of bright winter 
sunshine at the end of the day, then indeed can it be 
counted a perfect success. 
The day after New Year's a party of four, consisting of 
Bob Penn, Gus Potter, Edward Kelley and a member of 
the club, shot two foxes. On Wednesday, the 8th, a party 
of which Bob Penn was one killed three, and on Satur- 
day, 11th, another one was killed. They seem to be un- 
usually plentiful this year. Bob Penn managed to secure 
more foxes than the others, he havine shot three. 
William H. Avis. 
Crockery City K. C. Show. 
The first annual b3nch show of the Crockery City Ken- 
nel Club, East Liverpool, O., was held Feb. 4 and 5, with 
105 exhibits catalogued. Gaorge Bttteaon, of Youngs- 
town, judged all classes. The awards were: 
MASTIFFS.— Dogs:- 1st, F. Oschman's Grover. 
ST. BERNARDS. — Dogs: 1st, F. A. Simpkin's Orlaff S.; 2d, W. Er- 
1 anger's Grand Turk. 
GREAT D A.NES. — Dogs: lBfc, C. E. Macrum's Colonel Jim. Bitches; 
1st, M. H Bough's Play to. Puppies: 1st, J. Marriott's Queen. 
GREYHOUNDS.— Bitches: 1st, P. Morley's Belle M. 
POINTERS. — Dogs: 1st, P. Morley's Dick M.; 2d, W. Wedgwood's 
Bar Harbor. Puppies: 1st, W. Wedgwood's Lillian of Liverpool. 
ENGLISH SETTERS. — Dogs; lat, J. M. Thompson's Joe; 2d, J. 
Ohallis's Captain; 3d, A. J. Raster's Roerer Mahoning. Vhc. J. Geth- 
ing's Jack. He, C. E. Macrum's Toby Gladstone and Riverside Ken- 
nels' Frank Gladstone. He. Res , Riverside Kennels' Imp. Lord King- 
ston. Bitches; 1st, I N. Crable's Bessie: 2d and 3d, Riverside Kennels 1 
Loretta and Chevaletta.— Puppies— Dogs: 1st, A. J. Kaater's Count 
Mahoning; 2d, E. Green's Doe Green; 3d, W. Ohallis's Count Bob. 
Bitches: 1st and 2d, Riverside Kennels' Loretta and Chevaletta. 
IRISH SETTERS. — Dogs: 1st and 2d, Riverside Kennels' Bufflno 
and Seminole Elcho; 3 J, S. J. Noragon's Scout. He., O. E. Nacrum's 
Dick. Bitches: 1st, A G. Sherman's dhirp; 2d, J. McHenry's Fay; 
3d, Riverside Kennels' Riverside Belle. Puppies: 1st, Riverside Ken- 
nels' Jim Blaine. 
SPANIELS. — Dogs: 1st, J. Robinson's Ponto. 
COOKER SPANIELS. — Bitches: 1st. Mrs. J. Dunkeely's Nellie of 
Liverpool; 2d, R. Webb's Beauty. Puppies: 1st, J. Hughes's Nigger; 
2d, R. Dunkeely's King of England. 
WATER SPANIELS. — Dogs: 1st, Mrs. R. Webb's Liverpool Jack; 
2d, C. Hutcheson's Don. Bitches: 1st, C. A. Hutcheson's Dave 
Lantz, 
COLLIES.— Dogs: 1st, W. J. Love's Wellsbourne Charlie n. Pup- 
pies: 1st and 2d, W. J. Love's W«lIsbourne Charlie II. and Betty. 
BULL TERRIERS. — Dogs: 1st, J. Starkweather's White Duke; 2d 
and 3d, W. Wedgwood's Keno and Young Keno. Vhc. , T. L. Shaw's 
Rogue. He, H. Tyson's Prince and W. A. Tebutt's Obed. Bitches; 
1st. W. Wedgwood's Luce; 2d, J. Massey's Rose; 3d, J. Gibbons'sLU 
Puppies: 1st, W, Wedgwood's Lady GJ-Lightly. 
DACHSHUNDE.— 1st and 2d, Krantz Kennels' Chery and Waldman. 
BEAGLES — Dogs: 1st, B. N. Till's Be«d; 2d, F. Little's Ike; 3d, W. 
McPaerson's Prince. Bitches; 1st, W. Ohallis's Gipsy Queen. 
FOX TERRIER8. — Dogs: 1st and 3d, Mrs. W.Wedgwood's Ferris Glen 
and Rip Rap; equal 21, J. Osvens's Ranter and R. Scra£re;8's London 
Risk. Reserve and vhc , H. E. & J Watkins's Belgrave Nip and Ran- 
ter II. He, J Turnbull's Toss. Bitches: 1st, J. Wooliscroft's Gretchen; 
2 1 and vhc. reserve, H. E. & J. Watkins's Oriole Triumph; 3d, G. Mere- 
dith's Trix. Vhc , T. Amos's Daisy, H E. & J. Watkins's Blempton 
Vice. He , Mrs. W. Wedgwood's Rose. C, C- Harrison's Vesta Vic- 
toria —Poppies— Dogs: 1st, Mrs. W. Wedgwood's Rip Rip; 2d, W. Rig- 
by's Minto. Bitches; 1st, J. 0. Owens's Snow Flake; 2d, A. Dunkerly's 
Queen Vic; 3d, H. E. & J. Watkins's Triumph n. 
IRISH TERRIERS. — Dogs: 1st, R. Boudler's Dominie. 
YORKSHIRE TERRIERS. — Bitches: 1st, H. Williams's Biddy. 
BLACK AND TAN TE RRIE RS. — Dogs: 1st, Scott Bros. ' Rochelle 
Lord. Bitches: 1st and 2d, Scott Bros.' Scott's Vic and Scott's Lassie. 
Puppies: 1st, Scott Bros ' Venus; 2d, C. D. Nice's Bridget. 
BOSTON TERRIERS.— Dogs: 1st, J. Dunkerly's Joe. 
FOGS.— Dogs: 1st, J. Hulme's Bob Ivy, Jr. Bitches: 1st, G. Chad- 
wick's Daisy; 2d, J. Hulme's Kaffir Maid; 3d, F. Hulme'a Daisy 8. 
Puppies: 1st, G. Myler's Sir Monbars; 2d, A. Beech's Beauty; 3d, 
H. s. Renehart's Benzetta. 
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