Life — December 9, 1926 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Life As One Fan to Another ELL, old timer, if T hadn't just happened to W:: down on Long Island for a few days, the fox-hunting season would have passed right on without my knowing anything about it. Of course, I could forgive myself for such ignorance, because (so they tell me) plenty of hunt seasons go by and even the foxes haven't the slightest suspicion that they're being hunted. In fact, there are some skeptics who say that the only way to find a fox on Long Island is to advertise in the New York papers for one. But that’s an exagge I can tell you of my own knowledge that nearly every hunt on Long Island has its private fox; and some of the wealthier ones have two foxes. Several foxes, unfortunately, have grown old and g: in the hunt’s service and will be eligible for pensions at the end of this season. They have completed their stipulated twen s’ running before the hounds and being “yoicked” over every inch of ground from Meadow Brook to Piping Rock. It’s going to be pretty tough for the ardent hunters next year when the more experienced foxes go into their well-carned retirement. The boys and girls are going to be hard up for sport unless something is done about it; and the time to start thinking about it is right now. It would be a shame to see such a splendid sport dic because of a short- age of foxe T have my own idea about this, old timer, and I don’t mind telling it to y This be- ing a machine age and ours being a country of many mechanisms, why not have a me- chanical fox? Getting to Be a Big Boy “My, BUT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER Is GROWING!” “YES, MA’AM; HE COMES UP TO THE HEM OF MAMA’S,SKIRT Now.” Salome: TAKE THAT BACK AND PUT A HEAD ON IT, You see the possibilities of the idea at once. invent a mechanical fox and the whole btw over the sport. where. Just country will be We'll have hunts being organized In no time you'll see such sterling organ- hi sas the Ninth Ward Good Government Chowder and Fox-Hunting Association taking to the fields. With a mechanical fox, you'd also need a pack of anical hounds, but this is no great difficulty to surmount. Any good garage man could break a col- lection of second-hand flivvers to the chase in a month. Can't you picture the scene on any hunt morni The pack of flivver hounds trembling with the excite- ment of the approaching chase. The sturdy tractors, with their distinguished riders, standing about com- placently; gentlemen astride, ladies side-saddle. Color- ful pink coats everywhere. It would be a glorious sight as the hunt moved off and the scurrying flivvers put their noses to the ground, trying to pick up a scent. You may enter the objection, old timer, that the greatest feature of fox hunting would be missing, because nobody would come a cropper. To this show of ignorance, I can only reply that you never tried to ride a tractor when it got really excited about anything. You need have no worry about the spills. Just get enough people to- gether and they will take care of this measure themselves. James Kevin McGuinness. The Merry Ha-ha OLICEMAN = (to ___ pedestrian, just struck by hit-and-run dric- er): Did you get his number? Victim: No, but I'd recognize his laugh anywhere. Ho“ to tell nets a reformer when you see one: he looks as if poison wouldn’t melt in his mouth. comicbooks.com