The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-09-28
fellow named Thorne or Thorpe or something like that

victims when he compiled Billy's let ters, for he starts you in gently with one on the joys of hunting There are dou barreled shotguns, I know, and there are people who firmly believe hunters eyesight works that way, but nothing could be more fallacious- For you understand, don't you?-a hunter who sees two denizens of the forest where only one exists will blaze away half the while at the denizen that doesn't
 So picture Billy quite sober, for once and sitting "all hunched up in a. little boat among lot of weeds, when along comes a drove of ducks Does he begin picking them off, like other members of the party? Not much. He is "or~ of those wise shooters" and waits till they are directly over his head "so thick he can't see the sky. Then he let's go with the first barrel. Nit duck" Then bangi goes the sec ond barrel all of itself. 'Ill swear, Jim, I had nothing to do with it. Any how, nit duck" He "1oads up, bit flusteered," and "blows one of the de- coys clear into the next block.
 Intermission. It lasts a solid hour All hands register dscontent. Business of padding to the sailboat in nasty wind ben N tn "skys blacker than Pitts
 burg" Then they "get it and get it good Buttercups and daisies. Thunder lightning, rain, and all the side dishes
 I'd have given sS to have seen cable car coming along about that time"
 PURSUING THE NIMBLE DEER.
 Up to next morning to hunt the nim- ble deer Billy posted next runway
 "behind a lot of underbrush," asleep with one eye open. 'DeadWood DICK and all the great scouts and trappers had the one-eye-open habit" And now
 for action. Says Billy: q was awak-
 ened by hearing something crack, ana there standing about 20 feet away With its side turned t/vard me was deer.
 It must have belonged to the falr sex as if had no horns" Trembling like a leaf, yet somehow collecting his fac ulties and remembering the ducks. he 'lets her have both barrels at once.
 She kicks up,gives him the Big Min
 nehaha" and kites for cover. Mournful- ly he confesses, "I believe she saw m all the time and knew I was a lobs- ter"
 On his way to the train he finds that he has been using his birdshot on the deer and his buckshot on the ducks, but saves face" as the adored Celestials in Shantung put it, by re- marking philosophically, "T can see how the deer got away, but I'll say one thing, and that is, that if passing duck had ever reached his mitt out for one of those buckshot he would have drought Rusie was doing the pitch ing"
 You see the style Billy wrote leave it to Ferris Greenslet if it is not precisely the style hav9 drink don't-care- if-I-do young business man mobilize in writing rooms for guests of this hotel only. True to life. it had
 the additional virtue of knowing where to knock off I can't praise that virtue too highly. As rule, the so-called letter dressed up for publication strings 1 itself out until if I saw the postman coming with thing like that I should | think I had got another serial back l from the Homiletic Review.
 TRUE TO HIGH LIFE" l As for the subject matter-the usual subject matter I mean, and not this
 mere lightsome prattle about hunting it | has an air of thorough going, downright genuineness. I refer, of course to Billy $ | candid contributions to what. in polite
 society, like the present, I may term the | Literature of Souse. For example, read One Night, which begins: Why can't