Sept. 8, 1906.] 
FOREST AND STREAM 
3*9 
Western Handicap Notes. 
The Grand Western Handicap is now a matter of his¬ 
tory, but the memory of the many ladies present, charm¬ 
ingly gowned, bright-eyed and vivacious, lending beauty, 
grace and wit to the large gathering, will never be for¬ 
gotten by the shooters from all over the country, who 
were fortunate enough to be in Denver. There was a 
social feature at Berkeley seldon found at the traps, and 
the wives of the shooters held a reception each day. 
Among those present were Mrs. T. E. Hubby, Waco, 
Tex.; Mrs. R J. Jackson, Mexia, Tex.; Mrs. Louis 
Erhardt, Kansas City, Mo.; Mrs. F. C. Riehl, Alton, 
Ill.; Mrs. Reese Prosser, Helena, Mont.; Mrs. G. G. 
Picket, Denver, Colo.; Mrs. F. H. Sprague, Denver, 
Colo.; Mrs. Geo. Mackie, Scammon, Kans.; Mrs. L. G. 
Scranton, Weir City, Kans.; Mrs. Fred Bell, Arkansas 
City, Kans.; Mrs. J. C. Fairclo, Arkansas City, Kans.; 
Mrs. John Den, Arapahg, Neb.; Mrs. Dr. C. W. Carson, 
Chicago, Ill.; Mrs. J. L. Reimatte, Salina, Kans.; Mrs. 
H. Bardsley, Telluride, Colo.; Mrs. H. Anderson, Salina, 
Kans.; Mrs. Ed. Wallace, Marshalltown, la.; Mrs. Geo. 
Jenkins, Los Vegas, Mex.; Mrs. W. J. Hughes, Denver, 
Colo.; Mrs. A. E. McKenzie, Denver, Colo.; Mrs. Chas. 
E. Younkman, Denver, Colo.; Mrs. Ed. O’Brien, Flor¬ 
ence, Kans.; Mrs. W. M. McGee, Kansas City, Mo.; 
Mrs. Nellie Bennett, Denver, Colo.; Mrs. Richard Curry, 
Cripple Creek; Mrs. I-Iood Waters, Baltimore, Md.; 
Mrs. S. McDonald, Omaha, Neb. 
Mr. Elmer E. Shaner, who is wonderfully well fitted 
to organize, manage and run a shoot, and has had years 
of experience in that line, was told by a friend, Mr. Mc¬ 
Kenzie had said he was here to work under his in¬ 
structions. Mr. Shaner merely smiled, and took off 
his hat to his new boss (?). 
Mr. J. T. Skelly, the popular manager of the smoke¬ 
less department of the E. I. DuPont Co., arrived early 
Tuesday morning, but his trunk did not. Mr. Skelly 
attended the preliminary shoot in a “peek-a-boo” shirt 
that for coolness and comfort could not be equaled. 
Captain Hardy is indeed versatile, and demonstrated to 
the crowd he could dance, play the violin, flirt with a 
pretty girl or ride a burro with the same skill he 
handles a rifle. 
Mr. W. F. Scott, from Helena, Mont., was certainly 
traveling with a “hoodoo.” His train broke down and 
he was four days en route to Denver. Arrived too late 
to enter the preliminary handicap, but put up his en¬ 
trance fee for the Great Western. Left the Brown 
Palace early Friday morning, with a chauffeur, who 
promised to have him at Berkeley in thirty minutes. 
Hours elapsed. The man was not as familiar with 
Denver as he thought, and when Mr. Scott finally 
reached the shooting grounds his squad had broken 
20 targets, and he was out of the handicap. Hard luck 
to travel such a long distance and then not have an 
opportunity to - shoot. 
Mrs. Nellie Bennett, with her usual grace and tact, 
presented each shooter with a beautiful gold scarfpin, 
souvenirs given by the DuPont Company. 
Walter Huff, as usual, selected the prettiest and most 
attractive girl -at the shoot to play the devoted to, and it 
was the general impression that the invulnerable Walter 
“meant business” this time. 
Tom Marshall was in a musical frame of mind all 
week, and the orchestra at the Albany Hotel, composed 
of five attractive young women, played their sweetest 
strains when Tom was their leader. 
Mr. D. W. King, a Ballistite representative from the 
Coast, had the misfortune to lose his trunk en route to 
Denver, but we hope he will yet find it. 
Freeman, from Atlanta, Ga., with his red hat and 
Southern brogue, was an expert at smashing targets, 
and gave his competitors a few disquieting moments. 
Jim Head and John W. Garrett did a musical stunt 
that caused much merriment. Mr. Garrett imitated a 
hand-organ with wonderful success, while Uncle Jim 
danced rag-time. The hat was passed round and many 
coins dropped in, which these gallant shooters spent for 
fruit and soft drinks for the fair sex. 
Chris. Gottlieb shot in rubber boots when the dust 
was flying and the sun brightly shining; but Chris, 
knew the deluge would come later, for it poured rain 
every afternoon during the shoot. 
Mr. Ed. O’Brien’s unfortunate accident did not keep 
him from attending the shoot daily, and he managed his 
crutches wonderfully well for a heavy-weight. 
One of the shooters who had been quite ill and was 
rather particular about his diet, had his wife preoare 
lunch at home for himself and his friends and bring it 
out to Berkeley. An observing woman had noticed this, 
and asked the wife, “If she furnished lunches?” Mrs. 
-—; , with an overweaning ambition to be pleasant, re¬ 
plied, “Yes. I feed the hungry.” The questioner then 
remarked she had tried it several years ago at one of 
the shoots for the benefit of her church, but the shooters 
ate so much she didn't make any money. A pat on the 
back was all that prevented the young Englishman, 
who was then partaking of the repast, from choking with 
laughter, and his hostess wanted to know if she looked 
poverty-stricken, or angelic enough to be a church 
worker? 
Harvey McMurchy enjoyed the distinction of being 
in the squad with the ladies, and it was difficult to tell 
whether he was watching right angle targets at the start 
or bestowing glances of appreciation on the fair sex. 
A gloom was cast over the shooters Friday by the death 
of Dwight Bowman, brother of Billy Bowman, a young 
and successful shooter. Billy had made -a good score 
Thursday, and was keen to take part in his first handi¬ 
cap. The news of his brother’s sudden death was a 
great shock to him and his friends, who extend their 
deepest sympathy in his time of sorrow. 
The joy depicted on Mrs. Shemwell’s face when her 
husband won the Preliminary Handicap was worth going 
miles to see. 
Mr. Frank C. Riehl, author of that delightful volume, 
“Runes of the Red Race,” was being congratulated by 
his friends, who had been fortunate enough to secure 
a copy of his poems. 
No man worked harder than Jim Hildreth, especially 
when he applauded the speeches made by Mr. McKenzie 
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Factory Loaded Shells 
WIN THE 
WESTERN HANDICAP 
W. R. Crosby, shooting Winchester Factory 
Loaded “Leader” Shells, won The Western 
Handicap—the all-important event of the big 
Denver tournament. Crosby also won high 
average for the shoot. This adds another to 
the long list of Winchester victories, which in¬ 
cludes The Southern Handicap, Grand Ameri¬ 
can Handicap, and The “Indian” Shoot. In 
fact, substantially every event of importance 
this year has been won with Winchester 
Factory Loaded Shells. 
TO WIN IS THE THING 
WINCHESTER SHELLS DO WIN 
and Tom Marshall, and I will say just here, they were 
both works of art. 
Mr. McKenzie paid a pretty tribute to the “silent 
man,” Bill Crosby and the honors he won in foreign 
lands for the Stars and Stripes. 
In addition to the trophies won by Mr. Crosby, the 
DuPont Powder Co. will present both him and Mr. Harry 
G. Taylor, winner of the high amateur average, with 
beautiful trophies. 
Much credit is due Mr. Shaner and Mr. C. A. North 
for the rapid way they put things to rights after reaching 
Denver. Had they not arrived as soon as they did, I 
very much fear there would have been some delay in 
starting the shoot. Many tangled threads had to be 
straightened out, and Mr. Shaner had the carpenter 
working at Berkeley all Sunday and Monday. 
Tom Marshall won much applause as a speech-maker. 
When that old war horse, honest Bill Crosby was pre¬ 
sented with the trophies he had won, speech! speech! 
speech! came from the throats of the many enthusiastic 
spectators. Mr. Crosby, in his cool, calm way, ac¬ 
cepted the beautiful silver vase and tray with the very 
apropos remark, “I do the shooting; Tom does the talk¬ 
ing.” Mr. Marshall made a charming little speech of 
acceptance for both Mr. Crosby and Mr. Taylor. 
R. E. Thompson, who tied for the Grand Western, is 
known as the Canesville, Mo., farmer shot, he being a 
rancher and taking up shooting merely for pastime. 
He is a comparatively new man, having been handling 
the shotgun only four years. Once before he was heard 
from, and that was two years ago, when he won two 
small events at a tournament in New London. 
G. Gordon Pickett, the Denver expert, who came 
within an ace of winning the Grand Western Handicap, 
was one of the handsomest and most distinguished look¬ 
ing men on the grounds. He has been recognized as 
one of Colorado’s best shots for years, and his charge 
of the sporting goods department of the Tritch Hardware 
Company. 
Mr. H. C. Hirschy certainly worked over-time, for 
when he was not shooting, he rendered valuable assist¬ 
ance in the office, and several mornings it was after 2 
before he had finished figuring up the moneys. 
George Maxwell, the Holstein wonder, did excellent 
work, but was not up to his usual good form. 
They all knew Bob Connerly from Austin, Tex., was 
at the shoot when he broke 99 out of 100. 
Myles J. Marriott, of Fort Collins, had the boys 
watching him down the line in the Preliminary Handicap. 
Losing two targets in his last 20, gave Shemwell the 
much-coveted trophy. 
Mr. Dutton, the popular manager of the Albany, gave 
