, 1925-09-24
SHOT WON
AT MUDDY LAKE
GAME PRESERVE

Harry Breitenstein, affectionately
known to a million friends as Brit"
former banker and now president of
the Parco Chamber of Commerce,
while duck hunting in the vicinity
of Mud Lake, last Wednesday after
noon was accidentally shot by a gun
in the hands of H. f. Dunlap, Harry
Free, Glen Decker, Frank Breiten-
stein, John Doe, Richard Roe and
other persons whose names are at
this writing unknown.
AS soon as the alarm announcing
the accident had been sounded, which
was done by the victim himself, who
proclaimed to a cock-eyed solar sys-
TEN, in a calm, subdued tone which
could not have been heard more than
a mile, hat he was as full of lead
as Mark Twain's Jumping Frog,
members of the hunting party gather
ed around the unfortunate man in
order to render first aid, or to hear
any final words he might wish to
utter.
Solicitors friends made a hasty ex-
animation which disclosed the fact
that the principal wound appeared
to be in the lip of the moving target.
This being a vital spot the discovery
caused much anxiety at the clinic
for it was feared hat the stricken
mans loud speaker might get full of
static and cause a total loss or par
tial abridgement of the power Of
speech.
This however proved to be ground
less for as soon as Mr.. Breitenstein
,,~aa ,.-l IL GOD. -
launched forth into an Grafton so
forceful, eloquent and fluent as to
make Sparticus' Address to the Glad
iators sound like a practice lesson in
a School for Sufferers. This dis
course was directed to all and sundry
who carry guns, large or small,
loaded or unloaded, in war or in
peace. but more particularly while
hunting ducks.
AS soon as it became clear that
the wounds were unlikely to prove
fatal the hitherto friendly huntsmen
fell into a violent quarrel over the
question of who fired the shot that
caused the commotion, each claiming
the credit and each the right to shoot
Mr.. Breitenstein, that is, if he was
to be shot at all. This heated argu-
ment broke up the party and was
continued after returning to town
and is still unsettled.
The Pote Lariat of The Republican
was so moved by the whole sac tale
hat he burst into verse. with tn.
following result:
The ducks were falling thick and fast,
Pop. pop" went the noisy guns,
A grim reminder of the past,
When we faced the bloody Huns.
There came a cry from the muddy
marsh,
Where the ducks did their fit, fit
fit,
"My Gawd, I'm shot" seq Brit.
They gathered round the wounded
To get his dying word;
Seq Harry Free, 81 guess twas me,
l thought he was a bird"
NIX, Nix" seq Dummy, I'm the guy
Who made the bull's-eye hit;
/ always swore that | would try,
Some day. a shot at Brit"
You yaps are nuts" SEE Brother
rank
Il hit him and no other,
Who else has got as good a right
To take a shot at brother?"
when all is said and done" SEE
Glenn.
You'll fine that I'm to blame;
/ rarely miss with my trusty gun.
And / took careful aim"
But Dunlap wouldn't have 1t so.
you marksmen make me sick:
Just ask the man, II talk he can,
He'll say / did the trick
Poor. bleeding Brit lay back and
moaned:
Right now I'm here to state
when mex | shoots, with these here
brutes.
I'll dress in armor plate"
(Uncopyrighted. 1925. No rights re-
served except translation into c