New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-09-08
CAMPAIGN IN FIELD
BEGUN BY NIMR0DS 5.
EACH ANXIOUS TO SHOULDER A
GUN. FOR HIS COUNTRY?
GUESS AGAIN! 4,
SEE THEM IN FIGHTING ARRAY.
NO FEAR OF BOLD IN
TRUDER.

Do you know that it is Hunters
Week" this week? Yes, it is the mourn
full truth; and the New Ulm Nimrods
have been mobilizing their implements
of warfare for weeks in anticipation Of
the raid on the willy prairie chicken of
the surrounding country. Even the
water tank of the Eagle Roller Mills
has blossomed out with a symbolic bird
with one foot planted firmly on the al
nightly dollar, Winchester repeater
in the other, and laurel wreath over it's
brow.
The opening gun of the fall campaign
was fired yesterday morning six hundred
opening guns rather. Monday morning
County Auditor Vogel had issued over
five hundred licenses, and Monday was
indeed labor day for his busy Office as
he issued a hundred more to those who
came at the eleventh hour. The demand
for these little safety first" papers ex-
ceeded the supply little, for Monday
morning Mr.. Vogel sent hurry-up call
to St. Peter,-not the one who polishes
the Golden Stairs, but our neighboring
town-for more license blanks. And
yesterday every. weapon of defense and
offense from the old army musket OF the
Indian campaign to the 1916 air rifle
received its manicure and modified into
action against the few fields where the
mo hunting allowed" signs have not yet
migrated.
Some time ago the Review office devil
sneaked up on several members of the
sporting ''landsturm'' and caught them
at present arms as they were going
through some difficult evelutions of the
future field of glory. Do you recognize
them? They are guaranteed to be true,
bona-6de citizens Of New Ulm, true to
their country and their wives, and per-
feclty harmless except when they hear
the call of the Red Gods in the hunting
season. From left to right their pedi-
grees run something as follows. First,
the dark gentleman with the macaroni
flavor in his mustachios, is Count Sphag-
hetti, exiled from his native Sicilian
mountains for the heinous crime
Quare Clausum Fregit; on his broad and
ample breast repose three iron crosses
won on the bloody haasenpfeffer battle
field, where he joyously and hilariously
disposed of more fried rabbit than any
other six men present. At his left is the
stately figure Of Sir Marmaduke Level
Ign, at whose sight all chickens, pullets
and other birds of the genus feme quail
in mortal terror. He of the daur and
melancholy look, is Hamlet, the sad
eyed Dane who has vowed to pursue the
elusive mud-hen to it's last lair. The
stern soliderly man by his side is well
known in New Ulm; he is possessed of
as true and brave heart as ever led q
man to explore St. Paul rathskeller.
On the extreme right stand two twin
brothers from the French Foreign Legion.
They are training for the hunting season
by drinking a pint of blood every morn
ing before breakfast. Do you recognize
them now? Meet them on the street
dressed in the sober garb of a loyal citizen
and the placid demeanor of successful
business man, and you will scarcely
imagine that such elemental burning
passions course through their veins.
But this week is Hunters Week.,
and no man can foretell more than this.
DR.. Chas. Schorregge of Henderson