FOREST AND STREAM 
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THE NORTH WIND. 
By Paul Brandreth. 
A wild wan sky of broken cloud 
Sweeps o’er the withered fields; 
The North Wind whistles through the wood 
And clangs its brazen shields. 
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn, 
I hear it tramp on high, 
The cold dead leaves it harries far 
With loud and mournful sigh. 
It harries far, it harries near 
And snow-flakes gather fast; 
The petals of the autumn rose 
Are whirled upon the blast! 
’Tis even thus the winds of change 
Blow o’er the fields of strife; 
’Tis even as the snow-flakes fall 
That life succeeds to life. 
FOOLISH LEGISLATION IN MASSACHU¬ 
SETTS. 
Chatham, Mass., Jan. 12, 1916. 
Editor Forest and Stream : 
I am sending you a clipping from the Boston 
Post of December 31, which I wish you would 
find a place for in the Forest and Stream just 
to show the people what kind of men we have 
to make our laws. Now if the men are no better 
than the laws they try to make for us, then God 
help us and the game that we have been fighting 
for for the last thirty years. 
Chas. F. Holmes. 
The clipping to which Mr. Holmes refers is 
as follows: 
Legislation to give hunters practically carte 
blanche to hunt on any person’s property any¬ 
where in this state during the open season as 
long as such hunting is not done on property 
closer than 200 yards to a dwelling, is provided 
for in a bill which was presented for the con¬ 
sideration of the Legislature at the State House 
yesterday. 
The bill, which was submitted by Representa¬ 
tive Odlin of Lynn, provides it is figured, for the 
elimination of the private game preserves and 
reservations and virtually turns the thinly set¬ 
tled districts into free hunting grounds. Under 
the bill this result is obtained by providing that 
hunters who hunt on private property outside 
of the limits prescribed cannot be proceeded 
against either under the civil or criminal laws. 
A FEW LINES ABOUT LINES. 
It is something to have conducted business 
honorably and successfully for nearly a century 
and certainly it is something to be proud of when 
at the end of that time a firm stands so far at 
the head of all similar organizations that its 
products win gold medals at world exhibitions 
and are meeting with a larger sale and distribu¬ 
tion based on merit alone than at any previous 
period in the firm’s history. All this can be said 
of the Ashaway Line and Twine Company of 
Ashaway, R. I. The company makes no boasts 
not does it resort to spectacular methods of at¬ 
tracting attention. Its lines sell because they are 
the best. They are used officially by many of the 
great fishing clubs of the world and with them al¬ 
most every world’s record either in angling 
proper or in casting tournaments, have been 
made. Something of all this is told in a beauti¬ 
ful illustrated booklet which the company has 
just issued, under the title which heads this ar¬ 
ticle and it contains, beside information about 
fishing lines, much interesting matter in the way 
of “fishing charts” which tell of the different 
species, their habitat, the equipment to use in 
catching them, the kinds of fish, the bait, the 
season, general remarks, etc. It will pay any 
reader of Forest and Stream to write for a copy 
of this booklet which will form an addition to 
any angler’s library. 
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'Do you love a beautiful 
woman? '* 
Are You in Love? 
W HAT a silly question: Of course you are. Everybody is. With men 
it’s a fad. With women it’s a regular life job. Falling in love is the 
oldest of the recognized indoor sports. How old is it? Well, a wise old 
Buddhist, who sat all day with his legs and fingers crossed—said that it 
was older than the hills—older than man. He said that the big lizards used 
to feel it—also the sponges and the little invertebrate worms. 
And the greatest love of all—greatest because the most frequent, the 
most obstinate, and most ineradicable—is the love of SELF. This is a truly 
wonderful love, because it never wavers, never changes, never dies. And 
then, look how cheap it is! If you happen to love a beautiful lady, it imme¬ 
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Whom Do You Love? 
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us in fact—love a smiling old lady, with white hair, a wrinkled fore¬ 
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misguided people spend all the wealth and bounty of their love on a 
mere motor-car, a stuffy club, a picture gallery, an inbred dog, a 
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'A tittle dark girl at school‘ 
A Potion for Love 
‘It works well with young 
girls " 
T HE sordid part of love lies in the way that folks try to bribe it. They know 
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Are You a Lover? 
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