The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-10-13
HELPING OUT THE FISH LIARS.

- OuIlllS d RdIdllull III ItLlS 4Aes-AtN woods I discovered a gold mine, So to speak, that gave me my start in busi- ness, said photographer whose name is now on scores of pictures of stars in the theatrical Armament.
 An uncle of mine had a farm in the Rangely Lake district. 1 had just be- gun to get interested in amateur work with a camera, so I took one along with me. One day while was fishing by the lake, with my camera and luncheon basket with me, two men in dugout came along.
 l" Say, bub,' said one of the men, can you take pietures?
 !" Sure thing, I replied
 :" Is that your string of fish?' asked tho other man.
 :" Right again. I said.
 Tn less than three minutes the deal was fixed up. Those two Boston sports, who had been fishing all day without getting more than a bite, posed in their dugout. in all their fancy fishing togs My string of fish was hanging over the side. One of them had his pole over the side of the dugout, as though wait ing for bite. The other was in the act of hauling in ffsh-one that I had caught an hour before. I took three poses of them doing the heavy sport act, and, later on; one showing them sitting on bank, after hard mornings work, enjoying my luncheon Five dollars was my bribe for the string of fish and for holding my tongue, and five more 1T slf fha proofs next morning.
 ''The dead game sports were delight X ed. They ordered dozen of each neg tative, and mailed them to their friends 1 in the city-'just a snapshot, you know, taken by our guide More than that, they took me fishing with l. sun for two days, and sent presents of. fish back to flown to back up the photographs.
 T made a good thing and got an idea established the reputation of a dozen city sports that summer. My old uncle was delighted. All the cunning of na- tive New Englander in doing some Igreenhorn up came to the surface 1 You wait till fall he said to me, and go north few miles when the fel- Hers come shooting for deer and moose. ITH go with we. We can make quite a penny. I'm thinging.
 The old man took me to a place where hunters in the north woods stopped for a day or two on their way back to Bangor On the outskirts of the town he put up a little log shanty, and made it look for all the world like ia hunters cabin in the heart of the wil- derness There was no difficulty in shooting a deer or two and cub bear, which we stuffed.
 The first victim came along as soon las we were ready for business. He had l been out three weeks and never got a smell of a deer. But we threw one of ] ours across the back of his pony; and he went back to the city with photo graph of himself plodding along on one side of it, and his guide on the other, returning weary, but triumphant, from ia days chase. We sold him fine pail Eof antlers to. hang in his dining room. ! He was only too pleased to give us i twenty-five dollars for that job. ] My uncle figured in about thirty sporting pictures that fall. He was guide, cook or anything else required
 Once he made up as an Indian to please
 a young chap who wanted to tell about Ia visit to the oilbWays. The graft worked So well that went back the
 next summer and did the same thing
 One of the men helped to make a val l iant sportsman through camera evi- jdenee gave me my start in the busi- mess Boston Post