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THE PROOF OF THE 
PUDDING 
W HILE living near a western army 
post several years ago, ,1 delivered 
a lecture on the value of small-bore 
practice at reduced targets. I was slated 
to speak an hour and kept to my schedule, 
but afterwards the questions came thick 
and fast and it was midnight before the 
meeting broke up. Next morning I met a 
grizzled old Captain and he made this com¬ 
ment: “That was a bully talk you gave the 
men and it will do a lot of good. Why 
you convinced even me, last night, but now 
in the cold light of day I realize that it 
can’t be done. The only way to make rifle¬ 
men is to burn service ammunition. Your 
theory is perfect, but it will fail if put to 
the test.” 
“Look here,” I challenged, “give me 
some raw recruits and I will prove I am 
right. Are you willing to try the matter 
out?” 
“You’re on,” he laughed and called his 
top sergeant. 
Later in the day I received my material, 
sixteen city-bred men fresh from the 
depot, men who had never fired a gun and 
possessed not the slightest interest in shoot¬ 
ing. The old Captain had chosen them 
with great care and smiled knowingly as 
I let my contingent out to a neighboring 
sand bank. We spent the first afternoon 
building an improvised fifty-foot outdoor 
range and managed to get acquainted. 
Next day I secured four Springfielck bored 
for the .22 short, a quantity of “adapters” 
for that cartridge and a supply of Winder 
targets, which I will not describe at this 
time and they will be fully explained in a 
later story. It is sufficient to say that 
Colonel Winder displayed nothing short of 
genius when he invented the system that 
bears his name. During the first week the 
progress made was far from encouraging, 
but the men became interested in the work, 
which in itself was a great deal, and on 
the week following the virus began to take. 
So for two months I coached my men for 
an hour a day, at least that was what the 
company records showed, but as a matter 
of fact they were soon putting in every 
moment of their spare time, plugging lead 
into the sand bank, and as my supply of 
ammunition chanced to be practically un¬ 
limited, we did a lot of shooting. 
Every morning I posted a list of their 
names in the order of the scores made 
the day before and the man at the bottom 
was the “goat-of-the-day.” It was not so 
much a fight to be at the top as it was a 
struggle to keep off the bottom. The older 
men at the post also became interested and 
I had to actually order them to stop shoot¬ 
ing and give my pupils a chance. So it 
was not long before every rookie had ac¬ 
quired a volunteer personal coach to help 
him avoid being the “goat” at the bottom 
of the next day’s bulletin. 
Just exactly 63 days after my conversa¬ 
tion with the old Captain, I took my pets 
out on the range and handed them bando¬ 
leers of service ammunition. Every man 
fired the regulation course and qualified as 
either a Sharpshooter or an Expert. There 
was not a Marksman in the lot. Then I 
sought out the Captain with a gleam of 
triumph in my eye. 
He threw up both hands and surrendered, 
“It’s no use, you bewitched them. You 
could teach a blind man how to shoot.” 
“And just for that,” he continued, “You 
can take these two ‘shave-tails’* in hand 
and teach them how that certain thing is 
done. Neither of them can shoot for sour 
apples, so they are fine material. Show 
them how to make riflemen out of mud.” 
* “Shave-tail” is the ancient army name for a 
newly commissioned Second Lieutenant. 
THE SEVEN VIRTUES 
OF THE .22 
1. Economy. Reducing the ammunition 
bill 90 per cent permits unlimited practice 
and places the shooting game within the 
reach of men of moderate means. A hun¬ 
dred shots is a good afternoon’s work. 
With the hi-power stuff the cost is six to 
seven dollars, with the .22 sixty to seventy 
cents. Just as a matter of changing dollars 
to dimes. 
2. Small range site. Good work can be 
done with the small bore on locations that 
are absolutely unsafe for the war cartridge, 
and this permits the range to be located 
at convenient points near large centers of 
population, where it will do the most good. 
3. Element of safety. To place army 
rifles in the hands of green men is to in¬ 
vite disaster as an accidental high shot is 
liable to kill someone in the next town¬ 
ship, if the .22 chances to be discharged 
in the air, that is all there is to it. 
4. Absence of recoil. Right here I can 
hear someone vigorously protesting that 
the .22 lacks the report and recoil of the 
hi-power, that a man must become accus¬ 
tomed to the kick and bellow of the serv¬ 
ice gun. All this is very true, Oscar, but 
you have gotten the whole thing butt end 
foremost. No reasonable man would ex- 
