Sports Afield—November, 1940 |& tore out through a corn patch, yelping a every jump. “He’s fittyfied,’ said his owner disgustedly, as the dog disappeared from sight. “Good way to git ’im home.” When we left the farm, this hospitable, homespun stripling accompanied us in the growing dusk to our car, a good two miles away. En route, he complained of hard times. Said he was getting but 20 cents | UNDERSTAND THIS } IS THE LARGEST GROUP OF ANCIENT RUINS IN THE U.S. 44 THIS IS THE SUN GOODNESS, ).. *2 WHAT'S HAPPENED A, TO'DAD? Lewes GOSH! DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY—HE’S GOT THE ONLY TIN <=, OF PRINCE ALBERT fe o= PAS ESA VERDE NATIONAL PARK ae THAT RA. AROMA \ = 7 OH, THERE you Ww |/ WHEN A FELLOW TELLS ME HE'S IN /=>* ARE, DAD — TO COUNT ON A REAL THIS PART OF YOU RASCAL! COOL-BURNING SMOKE, HE LIKES TO KEEP IN CLOSE TOUCH WITH RA. Wilbur was worried about 1 ANCIENT POTTERY ) EVEN PIPE-HEAD for a ’possum hide and that a “middlin’ skonk” brought only a dollar. Patiently and craftily, he pumped us concerning our hunt, where we came from, all about us. As slick as a G-man is supposed to be. Not until we reached the car, though, did he make the real purpose of his long trek known. “Mister,” he said to me, as we took our guns apart, “what are you a-gonna do with that pitcher you tuck o’ me?” “T’m a newspaper man,” I lied shamelessly, “and I put people’s pictures in the paper. You haven’t done anything that might embarrass you if your picture were published, have you?” “Well, now, I mout sometime,” | PICKED UP IT ¥ SMOKE COOL WITH & SURE LOOKS LIKE 4 A LOAD OF SMOOTH, A A HOT BURNER! * , MELLOW PA. Aim =a MOD he re- plied, seriously. “They’s been a heap 0’ thievin’ from mah mink traps over on tuther side o’ the ‘by-o’. But you aint no news man like you said. What are you a-gonna do with that pitcher?” When I assured him I was but a harmless hunter and would send him a print of the film, he gave me his name and address and with a broad grin, turned back for home, perfectly satisfied. I kept my word to him. Perhaps I am just a sentimental old softie, wearing my heartstrings exposed, so they are easily played upon. Be that as it may, I am going back to Stuttgart next year. I know the mallards and bobwhites will be there, as always. And turnip greens, corn bread, and sweet potato pie. I hope you understand, however, when I say that the thought that is uppermost in my mind now is something vastly more important to me than these material attractions. Next time, ’m going to show Skeet he’s not the only one who can still climb a haw bush. \ ¢ YES_BUT I’LL BET ¥ THAT OLD LOOK AT THIS his "pitchers." | DON'T BLAME YOU—\ { WOULDN'T WANT TO MISS A SINGLE PIPEFULOF THE TOBACCO THAT KEEPS THE CHEER IN PIPE-SMOKING! > Y hE, PRINCE ALBERT BRINGS ME UP TO DATE ON THE RICH JOYS OF CHOICE TOBACCO PLUS TONGUE COMFORT SMOOTH, MELLOW THE MODERN WAY TO Copr., 1940, R. J. Reynolds Tob. Co., Winston-Salem, N. C. EASY PACKING, EVEN ORAWING, BETTER CAKING, HV AND A ORIER BOWL— eA a RA.IS THE LAST WORD FOR FAST, STREAM-LINED ROLLED SMOKES, TOO— IT'S CRIMP CUT—THE MAKIN'S’ SMOKERS’ DELIGHT PRINCE ALBERT 90 P \ {3 El “RIE i ge Ys) pipefuls of fragrant tobacco in every Prince Albert handy tin of \" \ = h CRI BUR om m7 IPEJAND FOBACCO|| :