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good practice and fine sport. A great deal of 
competition may be raised between two squads of 
shooters. 
“Grouse shooting” is one of the most interest¬ 
ing forms of English trap-shooting. The shooter 
stands back of an embankment facing a trap, and 
with a second trap at the right or left. At the 
word of command, the “grouse” is thrown at 
great speed, low and over the head of the shooter. 
Immediately on firing at this bird, the trap on the 
left or right is sprung and the shooter, upon turn¬ 
ing around, sees the second bird going away from 
him. Sometimes the trap facing the shooter will 
throw two birds instead of one for the purpose 
■of confusing the shooter and training him in 
■quickly deciding at which bird he will shoot. 
At one shoot which the writer attended, and at 
which the accompanying group was taken, Mrs. 
W. P. Grosvenor, one of the best amateur trap 
shooters of England, not only vanquished her 
competitors at “grouse” shooting, in which she 
averaged seven out of ten birds thrown, but also 
maintained her supremacy in the other depart¬ 
ments erf the sport. American trap shooters 
would be glad to welcome Mrs. Grosvenor to this 
country, as it is certain she would produce high 
scores in the game as it is practiced in the United 
States. 
Passing from the “grouse,” the shooter is con¬ 
ducted to the base of two large towers, from 
which position he shoots at birds thrown from 
three stages, the highest being 120 feet. Each 
shooter is allowed to take any bird he pleases, 
and while it is not a game upon which averages 
may be based, yet it is wonderful practice for 
overhead shooting. 
Somewhat similar sport is secured by throw¬ 
ing birds from a tower placed between two large 
trees. These targets are thrown to the right and 
left of the tower at great velocity, the shooter 
being compelled to hit them before they strike 
the trees. This is great practice, especially in 
teaching a shooter to properly “lead” a bird. 
The writer, as an American observer of this 
sport, thought that ingenuity had about been ex¬ 
hausted in supplying novel ways of shooting at 
clay birds, when much to his surprise the party 
was conducted to a small lake upon which was a 
boat. The shooters, one by one, were invited to 
get into the boat, and while being rowed around 
the lake, clay birds were thrown overhead from 
different stages of the tower, approximating the 
flight of ducks. This is also splendid practice, 
and highly interesting and amusing. 
This style of trap shooting has not yet been 
generally introduced into the United States, but 
we believe that there are hundreds of shooters 
in this country who would be only too glad to 
participate in sport of this kind if it were once 
introduced here. While we are known as a 
“nation of trap shooters,” and while it is true that 
there is hardly a town in the United States that 
does not have, at some season of the year, its trap 
shooting club, we must acknowledge that in trap 
shooting for novelty and variety and for the close 
approximation of game conditions, our English 
cousins easily take the lead. 
The writer feels it incumbent upon him to also 
say something about the fine courtesy and the 
sportsmanlike attitude and attention extended to 
him by the “men behind the guns” on the other 
side of the water. Likewise, and I believe I speak 
for the vast army of trap shooters in this coun¬ 
try, we shall always be pleased to welcome the 
English trap shooter to our shores. 
Whitemarsh Valley Country Club. 
Whitemarsh, Pa., April 18, 1914. 
For the fourth time in seven years R. D. Muller won 
the clay bird trap-shooting championship of the White¬ 
marsh Valley Country Club at Chestnut Hill today with 
the fine score of 81. He started off with 18 and fol¬ 
lowed it up with a perfect score of 25 on his second 
shoot. In his third and fourth he broke nineteen tar¬ 
gets on each occasion. J. J. Hallowell was a good sec¬ 
ond with 75 and John Philip Sousa third with 72. 
R. D. Muller . 
I 
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3 
4 Tl. 
. 18 
25 
19 
19—81 
J. J. Hallowell . 
19 
18 
21—75 
J. P. Sousa . 
14 
20 
20—72 
R. A. Bowers . 
20 
18 
19—70 
H. Frankenfield . 
16 
15 
14—67 
H. E. Perry . 
18 
18 
18—6 s 
W. B. Edson . 
. 14 
15 
18 
15—62 
F. H. Disston . 
7 
16 
19—52 
D. L. Short . 
. 7 
4 
9 
15—35 
W. F. Gemmi . 
10 
8 
10—34 
White Plains Gun Club. 
The White Plains Gun Club held their regular weekly 
shoot at their club grounds located at the Gedney 
Farms Hotel on Saturday afternoon, April 18, 1914. 
The weather was ideal for clay target shooting and 
some very good scores were made. Mr. T. H. Lawrence 
was high scratch gun with a total of 94. The same 
shooter won a leg on the Schieffelin trophies and the 
Wing Trophy. Mr. Lawrence also made the high con¬ 
tinuous run record for the club with a total of 53. Mr. 
R. M. Jesup was high handicap shooter; with a 
handicap of 31, he made a straight score of 100. He 
also won the “Take Home” prize and a leg on the 
Dupont Trophy. Mrs. F. F. Rodgers won a leg on the 
Dr. Martin Trophy for ladies with a score of 41, in¬ 
cluding her handicap of 8. Mr. E. F. Ward won the 
event for doubles, score 16. 
Event 1.—Dupont Trophy (50 Bird Handicap.) 
H. 25 25 
T. H. Lawrence . 25 
Miss L. Boles . 20 10 
F. F. Rodgers . 2 22 
E. F. Ward . 20 
R. M. Jesup . 13 21 
T. DeNyse . 2 22 
Mrs. F. F. Rodgers . 8 
R. E. Pardee . 6 
M. W. Ehrenberg . 16 
Dr. J. B. Ogden . 19 
E. Carpenter . 
Prof. L. D. Hill . 
L. G. Bond . 6 
C. F. Healey . 4 
W. Beachman . 20 
E. T. Townsend . 
Won by R. M. Jesup. 
Event 2.—100 Target Handicap. 
19 
18 
6 
16 
24 
9 
16 
14 
19 
19 
16 
50 
49 
39 
44 
41 
50 
45 
41 
47 
40 
45 
42 
43 
37 
41 
36 
32 
H. 
25 
25 
25 
25 
100 
T. H. Lawrence . 
... 40 
25 
24 
24 
21 
94 
Miss L. Boles . 
10 
9 
8 
13 
80 
F. F. Rodgers . 
... 4 
22 
20 
18 
20 
84 
E. F. Ward . 
20 
21 
22 
23 
86 
R. M. Jesup . 
... 31 
21 
16 
l 6 
l 6 
100 
T. DeNyse . 
... 4 
22 
21 
20 
17 
84 
Mrs. F. F. Rodgers ... 
19 
14 
20 
20 
89 
R. E. Pardee . 
20 
21 
21 
17 
91 
M. W. Ehrenberg . 
... 32 
14 
10 
14 
7 
77 
Dr. J. B. Ogden . 
10 
16 
8 
9 
82 
E. Carpenter . 
20 
22 
21 
l 8 
81 
Prof. L. D. Hill . 
22 
21 
43 
L. G. Bond . 
... 6 
12 
19 
37 
C. F. Healey . 
... 8 
18 
19 
20 
l6 
81 
W. Beachman . 
6 
10 
15 
10 
81 
E. T. Townsend . 
l6 
l6 
18 
20 
70 
Won by R. M. Jesup. 
Event 3.—10 Pair of Doubles—Allyn Trophy. 
T. H. Lawrence, 14; F. F. Rodgers, 12; E. F. Ward, 
16; R. M. Jesup, 11. 
Won by E. F. Ward. 
Hudson Gun Club. 
Jersey City, N. J., April 19, 1914. 
There were twelve shooters at the traps of the Hud¬ 
son Gun Club this morning. Dave Engle was the best 
of the “bunch,” and was high gun with 88 per cent., 
Elmer Hallenger, who was trying out a new gun was 
the runner up with 82 per cent. Dick Young, with 
his usual nerve and a bunch of the “long green” was 
sucking around for a trimming, and Doc. O’Brien was 
the boy to hand it to him in good style. They are 
matched to meet at the Jersey City traps for a return 
match in the near future, and Dick will have to keep 
better hours, and get in better shape than he was to¬ 
day, if he intends winning from the Doctor. The next 
shoot of the Hudson Gun Club will be held on May 
3rd, when we expect a better attendance, as we have 
a lot of blue ro.cks on hand that we want to get rid off. 
We are always glad to see strange faces and beginners 
Dr. O'Brier 
W. Roach , 
W.- Eaton . 
W. Meyers 
E. E. Halli 
R. Young . 
J. E. SmitI 
H. Smith . 
W. Lydell 
R. Schumak 
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88 
88 
125 
64 
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150 
93 
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T. 
H. 
K., 
Secretary. 
TOP RAIL 
A MINISTER AND HIS DOG. 
There are many fine dogs in fiction—every 
one knows them or should know them—and we 
believe in them because every now and then 
we run across a dog equally fine in real life. 
It is not every man who is fine enough to ap¬ 
preciate a fine dog. But every once in a while 
the right kind of a man and the right kind of 
a dog are lucky enough to be thrown together. 
And then results a companionship rich and rare. 
The Rev. W. H. Thomas of South Norwalk, 
Conn., and his fox terrier Jim were the right 
kind of a man and the right kind of a dog. 
The man is now retired because of age and the 
dog is dead. And the man pays a tribute to 
his dog that will touch the heart of everybody 
who has been fortunate to love and be loved in 
the same way. Writes Jim’s bereaved master: 
He was only a dog. That was the pity of 
it. He was so much larger than his place 
in life. But he seemed contented “in the 
station in life wherein it pleased God to 
place him.” He was so handsome, had so 
much gray matter in his brain, with a heart 
as big as an ox, that he was fitted for a 
larger place than that of a fox terrier. * * * 
Mr. Thomas goes on to relate instances of 
Jwn’s intelligence, goodness and loyalty which 
show the animal to have been well worthy of 
the respect, admiration and affection of his 
master and of a large circle of friends. Then 
he says: 
When Jim's patient, quiet endurance of 
sickness and pain found an end in death and 
his dear, grateful eyes closed, the earth had 
lost something lovable, true, loyal and worthy. 
Involuntarily we said, “God bless him!” If 
that is wrong, one is willing to be forgiven, 
but not sorry to think it might not be wrong 
at all. Would that each soul of man or 
woman whose departure from this life I 
have ministered • to had been as true and 
worthy in their place as Jim was in his. Not 
many have left so warm a love in so many 
hearts or so many eyes of old and young 
that were wet with tears as Jim. 
To-day the “moaning of the bar” is not 
far away where I must put out to cross the 
uncharted sea. If on that far shore looking 
out over that sea for the coming of that 
master Jim could be just as he used to here 
—if there we found a home as delightfully 
nested in beauty as we have had here—we 
could find contentment, we could, Jim and me. 
Perhaps that is impossible. Perhaps that 
is all wrong. Well, let it stand so. 
It is an old, old, question that this lonesome 
master raises over his dog, loved and gone be¬ 
fore. We are taught that dogs have no souls 
and therefore do not go to heaven. Well, we 
have known dogs like Jim. They were brave 
and loyal gentlemen and they had mind and man¬ 
ners and morals. Did they have no souls? 
GRIZZLY KING. 
