
FOREST AND STREAM. 



| Enforcing the Law. 
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Aas! and alack! the balmy days of innocence, 
when a launch was a launch, and an old man, 
a woman or a baby could sit at the wheel and 
go rippling along up or down the river, in or 
out of the bay, with mind unhindered with any 
long-winded government regulations, licensed 
navigator’s inspection or certificates and a full | 
set of government lighthouses aboard; no horn 
but the one nature put on one’s face, or no 
bell, jingle or trip gong, to worry over—ah! 
me! such days are now past! One is apt now 
to see a launch coming toward him, and in 
that playful humor, second-nature to all ‘‘motor- 
boatists,” a brush is at once started, and with 
spark advanced, full speed is gotten out of 





























one’s boat. The pursuer gains in spite of a 
beer keg on her after deck, and the man at 
; her wheel yells lustily, evidently encouraging 
ane in their efforts to outspeed him; such a 
thing as hearing what he has to say is of course 
out of the question. He gains slowly but 
surely, and after about a _ three-mile chase, 
tanges up alongside close enough for you to 
catch a bit of his conversation, the tone of 
which is so different from what one is used to 
hearing from a _ fellow. boatman. The 
engine is stopped, and as he ranges up along- 
side and hooks on with a boat-hook, you hear 
in as gruff a tone as he can.command some- 
thing like this: 
“What d’ye mean by runnin’ away, hey?” 
Naturally you answer, “Why I thought you | 
wanted a brush.” | 
“Brush, hey! well it'll cost. you fifty dollars 
for that: brush. Where are your lights? I 
represent the government.” 
You show him the combination launch lamp 
with red, white and green glasses. 
“That thing’s no good; that’ain’t up to regu- 
lations. Where’s your whistle?’ 
You pull the plunger and give a blast on that | 
musical instrument. 
“That ain’t up to the standard; ain’t you got | 
none On your engine exhaust?” 
MING. 
He notes that down. 
“Where's your bell?” 
‘Bell!’ you never had a bell aboard, and. 
then you learn that the government demands 
all launches to carry a six-inch diameter bell. 
You argue with the seeming pirate, but argu- 
ments are of no avail. It’s pay up or tie up. 
So launch owners beware! 


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AUNCH FOR MR. C. W. LAZERLERE. 




LINES OF L 


UNFORTUNATELY, but true, the Jamestown Ex- 
position has not materially added to its incom- 
plete ‘attractions, and for this reason the motor 
boat fleet that cruised “en masse” to that place 
did not tarry there long. One of the marine 
exhibitors there amuses himself and a few 
others, who are always about to see the fum, by | 
switching on a current of electricity to a chair 
rigged up for the purpose, and thereby making 
an impression (electrically) on any one who is 
innocent enough to sit-in that chair. There is 
the same incomplete dock to land at, the same 
dust to wade through, and about the’ only 
noticeable additions are the many real estate 
signs that have sprung un like mushrooms over 
night. 
































