The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1909-11-08
Hunting Unmanly Sport.

Editor Tho Washington Herold;
IL is now that glorious season Of the
year when life seems to have reached its
zenith OF fullness. THE promises Of June
are all come true" the crimson apples
are falling from the overburdened boughs,
the pumpkin lies yellow in the fields and
the grapes are bursting with their sweet
wine.
Nature, Midas-lIke. has touched the
leaves and turned them all 70 living gold.
The very air is sweet with the odor OF
ripe fruit. the distance takes loveller
hue" and we are living in a fairy land
OF glowing color and beauty All the
world is vibrant with renewed hope. life.
and vigor
Even the little wild creatures are bust
ling about, getting their winter quarters
ready. The bright-eyed rabbits are MAX
ing deeper their burrows. the busy squir-
rels are getting In the winter supply Of
/ nuts-ell happy, all full Of the Joy OF life
Then into this beautiful scene comes the
grewsome figure Of the hunter. Like
some horrible avenger comes this crea-
ture into the midst OF the Joy, seeking
what ne may kill.
The happy birds flying above his head
are not beautiful 20 him, do not mean
anything but good targets FOR his bullets.
Little Molly COttontan. scurrying across
the fields fleeing IN mad fear from the
wild dogs which are chasing her, arouses
no pity In the soul of the huntsman. He
/ only hopes that the dogs may do their
work well enough for him 10 satisfy the
lust FOR blood that Is IN him.
Even the frisky little squirrels. grace
/ fully jumping from limb 20 limb OF the
oak trees. are 10 him merely other vic
/ Tins 20 be sacrificed 20 bis desire to kill.
+ And this is what men call sport SPORT
! There is no sport 20 Il. The game is not
1 fair enough for there TO be any sport
I In Il. It's merely murder OF the inno-
cents" with a difference.
/ The game on IL could be dlgnIhed by
/ such an appellaton) is played by two
animals. One a hundred times larger
/ than the other and with a thousand times
more brain. The second, merely a little
. frightened wild thing. striving with all
/ the power Sod gave 70 90 get away and
save its it,. II the man wins the game.
De has the great pleasure and pride of
exhibiting 20 his friends q limp little
mass OF fur or feathers, as the case
may be-
How proud this man should be Of his
mighty skill ana proves al overthrow
ing his little opponent In the game. What
"a fine sport, 10 be sure.
However, We must not be too hard on
the hunter. He sins not from malice but
f from instinct. In the days OF old. when
+ food was scarce. the men had 10 go forth
and KIN IN order 20 eat. The excitement
OF proving their skill lent such Zest 10
/ the duty that the pleasure remained after
\ the necessity 20 hunt had passed away.
/ Thus. finally. In the psychological evolu-
/ ton of things. most men are born with
| an instructive love of the chase.
I Men are primitive creatures and do not
/ reason much. They feel a desire and sat
\ isfy It. This is the time when the lust
. for blood IS upon them. and now is the
time when every woman should try and
z show some man the error OF his ways
Men sin IN this way, usually, because II
/ has never been presented 20 them as be-
ing a cruel and altogether Unmanly way
/ Of amusing themselves.
] They do not realize their own inhuman-
ity. II the writing OF this little message
can save one wild creature one death
agony, at least something will be gained
ETHEL HARTMAN BARTLETT.