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of some, but those who came into close per¬ 
sonal contact knew that Wilbur had a big heart 
and generous tendencies. He was eminently 
fair, but, as they said, he wouldn’t compromise. 
I never knew a man who saw more quickly 
through a sham. The people who didn't like 
Wilbur disliked him because of his bluntness. 
He never called a spade a shovel or a trimmer 
a man. He was ready to give knocks and to 
take them, and he did not wear his heart upon 
his sleeve. 
Battles with advertisers were not infrequent, 
but the principles for which the paper stood were 
never changed. When the advertisers came back 
into the fold, it was not because of any conces¬ 
sion Wilbur gave from the standard established. 
When one of the editors got married, he 
was very mad at Wilbur because Wilbur did not 
see in this fact a reason for raising the salary 
of the applicant. On the other hand, when a 
man had the goods and could show him that he 
was worth more to the paper than the price he 
was getting, the argument did not have to be 
repeated. 
George Bird Grinnell was the other chief 
owner of the paper. With Charles B. Reynolds 
he shaped its editorial policy. He also gave it 
its scientific authority and brought to its columns 
the remarkable wealth of big-game hunting and 
natural history stories and Indian lore and 
legend. 
Mr. Grinnell is a very remarkable man, and 
it would take a long article to give only an out¬ 
line history of his activities. 
In my opinion Grinnell and Forest and 
Stream have done more for game protection in 
the United States than any other single agency. 
Grinnell saw with rare judgment the good 
things in possible legislation and held fast to 
them until they became established facts of law 
and orthodoxy. 
At the start all these things were most radi¬ 
cal. Take for example the question of prohibit¬ 
ing by law the sale of game. When Forest and 
Stream first advocated this, the idea was so 
novel that most people thought it fantastical. 
No country in the world had ever tried the 
scheme, and in America with its boundless natu¬ 
ral resources, with the buffalo scarcely gone from 
the plains, and elk and antelope and deer roving- 
great areas of unsettled country, and wildfowl 
dropping in the bays and lakes and rivers and 
sloughs by countless thousands, the idea seemed 
ridiculous. But Forest and Stream said: "Your 
game is going faster than you know. The 
market hunter is shooting his thousands where 
the sportsman takes his tens. There is not 
enough now to go around, and if the slaughter 
is continued unchecked, it means extermination. 
Make the law so that the game shall be fairly 
divided among the people who own it, and let 
no man bag more than his fair share.” 
The leaven worked, and to-day most States 
have adopted the principle by law, and every¬ 
where it is orthodox. 
It was the same way with a great portion of 
the leading principles of modern game protec¬ 
tion in this country—principles unique among the 
other nations. Forest and Stream, Grinnell 
and Reynolds and Hallock before them blazed 
the way. 
Grinnell founded and for a long time main¬ 
tained the first Audubon Society. For years he 
lived in John James Audubon’s old house over¬ 
looking the Hudson on upper Manhattan Island, 
and something of the mantle of our first great 
naturalist has fallen upon him, for he is first of 
all a naturalist and a scientist. 
For years he has befriended the Indians. 
President after President has asked him to serve 
on Indian commissions. Each year he spends 
a considerable time in the West, living with the 
Indians in their last strongholds. Recently his 
journeys have been chiefly to the Blackfeet ter¬ 
ritory in Northern Montana, and he is some¬ 
where in that country as I write. 
I think I have gone through all the list ex¬ 
cept Reynolds. Just naturally he comes at the 
end, because something of all the others is 
wrapped up in him. 
Reynolds and I both are in New York a 
minute or two apart by flying machine, but I 
haven’t seen him for several years. However, 
I have a feeling that we are closer than we act. 
Reynolds came on Forest and Stream direct 
from Amherst as assistant to Charles Hallock, 
the founder of the paper, and for twenty-six 
years served either as assistant or managing 
editor. 
It is sixteen years ago this month that I left 
Forest and Stream, but the influence is still with 
me. In fact, it has molded my whole subse¬ 
quent life so that it has been impossible for me 
to get away even if I had wished from the game 
protective world. 
Forest and Stream indirectly, and Reynolds 
directly, influenced my going into the service of 
the State of New York at the head of its game 
protective department, and the same influence 
had much to do with my present connection with 
the American Game Protective and Propagation 
Association. 
Brandon Kennel Club. 
Brandon, Man., Aug. 9. —Editor Forest and 
Stream: The Brandon Kennel Club field trials 
will take place on Sept. 9. Post entries will be 
received night of draw, Sept. 8, for all aged 
stakes with $1 extra fee. 
Derby stake, first, silver cup. Merchandise 
second and third. Pointers or setters whelped 
on or after Jan. 1, 1912, open to Manitoba and 
Saskatchewan; nomination, $1; starter, $1. 
All aged stakes, first, silver cup. Merchan¬ 
dise second and third. Pointers or setters. All 
dogs to be handled by owners or non-profes¬ 
sional handlers. Manitoba and Saskatchewan; 
nomination, $1; starter, $1. 
Judges are Win. Tristem, Jefferson avenue, 
Detroit, Mich., and R. Bangham, Brandon, Man. 
W. E. Williams, Sec’y. 
Rockford, Ill., Aug. 22. —Editor Forest and 
Stream: The last number of your paper is 
fine. Won’t you please give us some more of 
the first old stories. You have mighty few that 
have heard them, and there never has been any¬ 
thing written since that was the equal of some 
of them. Give us one a week, and try it for a 
while. Leonard Carleton. 
Surest Sign of Summer. 
Yesterday was sort o’ lazy; hot in spots and kind o’ hazy. 
Old slouch hat, it flopped and wilted; old brown derby 
damp and tilted; 
But I noticed others wore ’em, cussed and sweated, 
grinned and bore ’em; 
Didn’t have the nerve, by Jing! to don that latest sign 
of spring. 
Wifie went a-peek-a-booin’—got wise quick to summer 
brewin’; . . 
Kiddies, barefoot, happy grinnin’; robins flitted, chirpin , 
dinnin’ 
In our ears their springtime madness—yet my heart held 
naught of gladness, 
’Cause one other gink I saw smilin’ ’neath a lid of straw. 
Know I felt old summer pullin’ at that itchy shirt of 
woolen; 
Got again that old ambition, just to quit and go a-fishin’ 
Where that old trout stream is windin’—yet I gotta keep 
a-grindin’— 
Best that I could do, [ did—went and bought a new 
straw lid. 
—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. 
SHETLAND SHEEPDOG PUPPIES. 
Sired by .Tack MacEwen. Dam, Lerwick Belle. Lerwick Belle, the mother, won as a puppy, the 
first leg on the Forest and Stream Puppy Cup at the Waldorf Show last year. The pups are owned by 
Mrs. G. D. McChesney. 
