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March, 1937

VOL. 8

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

SHORT TOE

By Ivan L. Smith

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OUR BARN

By Alice Tuebner

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AND NOW A KILLIWHACKER HUNT

By K. R. Thompson

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THE ART YOUNG ROUND

By Dr. Paul E. Klopsteg

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EDITORIAL

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ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD

By C. L. Williams PITY US

By Dr. Anthony J. Kelly

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OLYMPIC BOWMEN LEAGUE

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NOW ROBIN, LEND ME THY BOW

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ARCHERS I HAVE KNOWN

By Dave J. Mack

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BUNK BY BROMMERS

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ARCHERY BIBLIOGRAPHY

By B. G. Thompson

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Short Toe

By IVAN L. SMITH, Trail, Oregon

Ho, hum, where is that darn light switch? There, that’s better. Now where did I put my pants? Oh, here they are. Now my watch and, — gee, it‘s four o’clock. I’m surely sleepy.

If I hadn’t promised my pal, Floyd Kelley, I wouldn’t go hunting today; 1 would sleep a couple of hours more But this is the first day of the hunt­ ing season and from the looks of the sky it will be a perfect day. I have a dozen new broadheads that I want to try out.

So I guess I better snap out of this dreaming and get some sandwiches together or Kelley will be blowing his horn before I am half ready. Weil, there are the sandwiches and here is my little axe and quiver. Guess I’ll put in eight of those new broadheads and an extra bowstring. And here is my old faithful yew bow. You are the first bow I ever made and nut very handsome to look at. I carried you for nine days in the Canyon Creek Game Refuge and you haven’t

come to the string a bit. I believe that you will do your stuff when you get the chance.

Here we are, Bud. The time—Oh, just six o’clock. What a beautiful day! If we could have had some rain to soften the leaves so they would not be so noisy — but then we can’t have everything made to order.

You choose your way and I'll go the other and I wish you the very best of luck.

Boy, this bow surely feels good in my hand. The twang of the string is music in my ears and is that cutter sharp. Now for that buck.

Kelley went that way, so think I shall just drop over this ridge and about half way down the other side.

Then I’ll go around the mountain against the wind. Those sticks surely pop, so I’ll have to be more quiet if I expect to stalk a buck today.

Well, there’s a fresh track but its only a doe track. There’s a fawn u<..uk aiso. Surety wish those sticks

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and leaves wouldn’t make so much noise. What was that? Oh, just a squirrel dropping a pine cone. Here are more fresh tracks. Oh, there’s a buck track here.

They are feeding here. Those bushes have the leaves eaten off. The tracks are getting thicker. Gee, big tracks, little tracks, tracks of all sizes. I’ve got to be quiet now.

There goes one now. Wish it would go through an opening so I could see it. One snorted. He’s got my scent, darn it. There it goes through an opening but it’s only a doe. Guess I’ll stand by this old snag and watch a few minutes.

Gee, that deer stopped in that opening up there on the side hill. It’s a forked horn sure enough, and what a big forked horn, but he must be seventy yards away and up hill. I can see only his head, neck and about six inches of his back. If I can shoot through the top of that little yew tree I’ll surely score a hit in the body. He's standing perfectly still so here goes. Seventy yards up hill.

Raise the bow another inch. There, that looks better.

Twang! Boy, its going true to the mark. Shucks, he is running away.

Can’t see how I missed the way that arrow was going.

Well, guess I’ll go up there and get my arrow. Now where could that arrow be? There is no brush here that it could hide in. Is that a little wisp of hair on the ground there?

That an’ow did hit! I’ll just follow his tracks a ways. There is a drop of b’ood on that leaf and here is more blood. And there is a piece of my arrow all covered with blood. I surely got that buck and he’ll keg up some­ where close or I’m no hunter.

That piece of arrow is about nine inches. But why doesn't he bleed more? Let me think a minute. I have it. The arrow made an arch and came down on the deer, hitting him high up toward the backbone and ranged downward through the body, but didn’t come clear through. Conse­ quently he will only bleed inwardly.

He will surely be hard to follow if he goes far.

Guess I’ll look at those tracks a little closer. There is something. He has one short toe on his right hind foot. That ought to simplify matters.

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A litt7e more blood but how can a deer walk so far with nine inches of a large cutter inside his body? Seems like he has walked two miles al­ ready.

Well, here is Kelley and he has seen only two does. Take a look at that piece of arrow. Right here are his tracks—see that one short toe on the right hind foot? Let’s get go­ ing.

Here a drop of blood and there a drop of blood and we have followed him another mile.

Gosh! Look here! Well, I’ll be doggoned. Just walked until he fell over dead. Didn’t lie down once or make a struggle when he fell. Surely is a big forked horn, isn’t he? I’d say he’d dress a hundred and twenty pounds.

BIGGER CLOUT SCORES Dear Editor: Re Harry Zollars clout score of 224 reported in February issue, please note the Canadian National scores of 1936: H. Lee Gamber of St. Louis, 36-234; Bruce Robertson of Milwaukee, 36-232.

Conditions were ideal. I was third with 212, and it is noteworthy that Robertson’s score and mine at the National at Battle Creek were only 95 and 92.

Ladies’ scores at 120 yards were: Myrtle Miller, 36-256; Jean Oelsch’eger, 36-248; Phyllis Clayton, 36-240.

F. Nagler

Earl Grubbs takes his “Bunk’’ with ienervations. He writes: “Just received Ye Sylvan Archer and see that Brommers is advocating a ten cent arrow. Now I think this is a step in the right direction, specially if we are able to get a fair 25 cent yew stave. But how can the country pay this price for the yew stave and still have enough left to get a good five cent cigar?

“I think this will rake care of the arrow; Buy a bundle of Pittsburgh stogies, smoke or burn off about one inch of them and they can be used as nocks. This will bring the price down to about 11 % cents for the arrow and one cigar. I can assure you that the stogie will make a very ‘strong’ arrow.

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Our Barn

By ALICE TEUBNER, Horsham, Pennsylvania The last outdoor arrow has been shot, and stiff frosted fingers carry the straw targets with sad, weary looking golds into the winter target house. Twenty archers put their tails between their legs and go home.

A week passes.

Sunday dawns raw and threaten­ ing, but a slogan rings out—“The beans are in the oven!” That after­ noon the twenty archers assemble with glad eyes, tails erect, in our barn.

There is a pipeless furnace going full blast in the old cow stall on the ground floor, and a pot-belly stove growing red in the hay loft. At the end of a 30-yard alley are 4 spick and span targets with 4 inch black centers and four 2 inch concentric rings. The standard target reduced in propor­ tion as 60 yards is to the length of our indoor range. Overhead on the rafters hang medieval battle flags, and at the back of the standing wall hang two thrilling murals painted on the backs of old 9'xl2' rugs. All made by archers in their boondogg’ing moments.

We find, by some necromancy of archery, that we are able to leave off the outdoor shooting with the same

score as we will make in the barn shooting a regular team round of 96 arrows. Thus one does not get an in­ feriority complex, or start devastat­ ing experiments.

Between times we pull our chairs around old “pot-belly.” While Mc­ Kinney, Agnew, Batten and Teubner tell us about their latest hunting ad­ venture up in the Poconos, with the thermometer doing its damdest to reach zero, and a crust of ice covering a foot of snow that acted like a series of warning gun shots to any wander­ ing game. But as our unknown friend Mr. E. S. Gardner says, “What stumps!” Or add the thrill of meeting up with a real spoor. Then, the hunger r.uipassing appetite and that unsung but godly unwashed feeling, cozy under the long underwear.

Next Johnson speaks, to tell us about the bear he and George shot last summer in Maine. After having us wiggling in our seats, with popping eyes, we relax with a guffaw when George says, “Of course, it was strung up nice and dead on a tree.”

Then one of the grand-pappys of archery.—in experience if not- in years—Dr. Elmer, takes the floor.

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You can start him on almost any eastern Indiana to the first Killi­ subject and get a blast of interesting whacker hunt in the park on Febru­ ary 22. Killiwhackers, in the imaginainformation that is astounding.

"How is Tiger-man getting along?” iton of Mr. Andrews, are fierce and That brings forth some real bow and dangerous animals, a hangover per­ arrow stories, and the tip that he haps from prehistoric dragons, but will soon be back to visit Doctor and represented concretely by old stumps, snags or logs. Weather tested the he will bring him to our barn.

We digress for a moment to focus nerve of archers, sub-freezing tem­ our attention on Ed McGivren, guest perature. and a stiff wind. But rep­ resentatives from four towns met' for that day from Montana, and we marvel at his unbelievably swift re­ in the comfortable kitchen of the volver, that the fastest camera can Boy’s Camp at the park for noon not keep pace with. lunch. Mr. Andrews had driven 200 Walter Groff, who has crossed foils mi’es and directed the Killiwhacker in Belgium with the world’s best part of the hunt. The program was fencers, shows us his complete outfit varied by a "rabbit hunt.” rabbits be­ and we determine to erect a mast ing four-pound grocery bags inflated next summer and try our luck at so and hid in the low branching pines. much a shot.

Fifty-pound heavy paper bags filled Here comes Johnny Fontaine, vnth old newspapers made acceptable sportsman in every sense of the word, "lions.” The party climbed one of the just back from quail shooting in the highest points in northern Indiana at Carolinas but toting his old love, a rne side of Pokagon to stage the case of arrows and a bow, for an af­ "Great Urge” shoot. The idea for this ternoon of fun in the barn. was given by the American Legion A ghost’s gray arm draws a Monthly for October. 1936. and shadowy Yew, as someone says "Well, ouoted in the January issue of Y. S. Bill Palmer won’t be shooting here Archer. First and second winners of this winter/’ the event were Jack Wendling and W? hnve one other interesting Frank Warner of LaGrange. These guest, Bill Lukens, who has come to men represent a lively club which has shoot with us, and this is why he is entertained the Tri-State or OIM in­ of suecial interest— door meet and will probably receive The house, a hundred yards from the OIM archers at the annual Labor lhe barn, snuggled down beside old Day shoot.

Pennypack Creek, and brave with Pokagon nark was opened to real eoat of white wash and bright rabbit hunting last fall for archers green shutters, was built in 1707 by only. Theve are. and still are. plenty one of Bill Lukens forefathers. It still of cottontails in the rwo-square mile has the original rafters hewn from area, though a considerable number the hearts of primeval trees and the were killed last fall by archer hunt­ wide beveled floor boards, the huge ers from several ctuds. With the fire-places and thick stone walls prospect of a moderate non-resident built as advised by Pastorins after archery hunting license by Indiana Jan Luken had spent his first winter this year we expect to welcome a in a cave next door to him in German­ number of out of state archers to town. hunt with us this fall. An areners Just then we realize that dark night shelter beside a fine spring of water has fallen and we troop back to the probably will be erected by the state o’d house, chanting our battle cry, in Pokagon this year.

"The beans are in the oven.”

The Brown County Park, with its 23 square miles was open to archer AND NOW A KILLIWHACKER hunters in 1936, a smaller area hav­ HUNT ing been opened in 1935. Various tar­

By Rev. K. R. Thompson, Fremont get and hunting paries are arranged Indiana there during the year.

At the suggestion of Mr. A. E. Andrews of the Indiana State ConDon’t forget the National at Lan­ se’ vation Department, Pokagon Park officials invited the archers of north- caster, Pa., this summer.

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Art Young Round

By DR. PAUL E. KLOPSTEG, Chicago, Illinois The archery round named after Art Young was established after his death to memorialize his service to ai chcry and his skill m shooting at unknown distances, and to provide an interesting event at tournaments and club shoots which would provide some relaxation from the strain of target competition. It had its incep­ tion in discussions with Art Young during the summer of 1934 and the following winter. It was devised shortly after Mr. Young’s death in February, 1935, by the Lincoln Park Archery Club, of which Art Young had been an honorary member. The Art Young Foundation established a trophy and an annual prize for the winner of the round at the tourna­ ment of the National Archcry Asso­ ciation. The winner of the 1935 tourn­ ament in Los Ange'es was Mardee Robinson of Salt Lake City; in 1936, at Battle Creek, it was W. M. Fol­ berth, Jr., of Cleveland.

It was aimed, in the development of the round to provide an archery event which requires skill in shoot­ ing at unknown distances, with a t:mc limit. The round, in brief, con­ sists of 36 arrows, at different, un­ known distances between 30 and 80 ya'-ds. The marks may be either t’.vo-foot straw bases, or 24"xl8" ba’es of straw, placed horizontally.

The latter are preferable when hunt­ ing tackle is permitted in the round.

The marks are placed at varying distances from the ground, the mini­ mum height from the bottom of the mark to the ground being 1 foot and the maximum 4 feet. Each hit counts »1 point; arrows must stick in the mark to count as hits.

The range is laid out as shown in the diagram. Number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 designate six shooting stations; let­ ters A. B. C, D. E, F denote the marks. Six arrows constitute an end. one arrow being shot at each of the six stations. The time allowance is 45 seconds for an end. Any kind of tackle may be used.

The archers, who have been regis­ tered in advance, are divided into six groups as nearly equal as possible.

Each group is assigned to one of the shooting stations. Three archers may shoot at one time from each station.

When all are ready to begin, the field captain gives a whistle signal.

All archers begin shooting at mark A, then B, etc. At the end of 45 seconds the captain again blows the whistle, as a signal that all shooting must cease. An arrow loosed after the closing whistle may not be count­ ed. After all the archers have com­ pleted an end, two blasts of the whistle are the signal for the arch­ ers to proceed to the marks for scor­ ing.

One scorer is selected from each group. A score card with thirty-six

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spaces for each archer is provided.

As the archer draws his arrow, he calls the letter of the mark and the number of the shooting station. For c .ample “B5” means a hit made on mark B from station 5. The scorer may designate one of the other arche”s in the group to draw his arrows.

To begin scoring, group 1 goes to mark A, group 2 to mark B, etc.; each group proceeds to the right after the scores for one mark have (Continued on page 8)

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Editorial States, or England, or Canada, who has missed the joy of reading that book, let him delay no longer, but secure it either from his library, or, preferably, get his own copy, to read and re-read, and treasure as I have done wih my (original 1st edition) copy, since the year 1890, when as a boy of nine, I received it from “Papa, Christmas 1890, Columbus Barracks, Ohio."

This book of Pyle, perhaps his most successful written work, has re­ ceived the approval of English critics, although Pyle never visited England, but gleaned his material from a careful and exhaustive study of the old legends. And aside from the story, Pyle’s masterful drawings in pen George Brommers’ dog house is and ink, which follow the text co­ just no place for ladies, so we are piously, are in themselves a treat, and holding out on George and on Forest worth the price of the book.

Nagler who sent us the following: As a sequel to Mr. Nagler’s con­ “If Brommers’ dog-house has a tribution regarding the grave of ‘louse and flea’ compartment, per­ Litt’e John, may I quote, from Pyle’s haps the following would serve for Robin Hood, the last paragraph, as admitting a certain junior member follows: of my family.

“A certain one sayeth that upon a “We have been cutting a very rare stone at Kirklees is an old inscrip­ timber, ‘Canadian Osage,’ and during tion. This I give in the ancient Eng­ one of the trips we made when osage lish in which it is written, and thus it was found and other patches diligent­ runs:— ly searched for. the following was Hear undernead dis laitl stean heard from the back seat: lais robert earl of huntingtun “Knock. Knock. Who is there? nea arcir ver as hie sae geud Osage. Osage who? Osage yew see an pipl kauld im Robin Heud ’ that hedge? sick utlaws as hi an is men “Incidentally, after Oelschlager vil England nidir si agen. obiit 24 kal. dekembris 1247. and Robertson cast their appraising And now, dear friend, we also must and approving eyes on this hedge, we chose twelve of the two or three part, for our merry journeyings have ended, and here, at the grave of hundred trees that ran more than Robin Hood we turn, each going his twelve inches in diameter, cut them, and laid them away, wondering if the own way.

FINIS” quality of the wood grown this far north will be any good. This makes “The Merry Adventures of Robin wonderful firewood, even when Hood” is a Scribner publication, and green.” is usually found in public libraries.

And, as a companion work to this, I “ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD” must a’so mention anomer book by the same author—a copy of the orig­ Dear Editor: inal edition which I likewise pos­ You editorial in a recent issue, sess—“Otto of the Silver Hand.” In referring ot the grave of Little John, this gripping little story of a son of brings to mind again the classic work a robber baron of the Middle Ages in of Howard Pyle, in his inimitable Germany, the bow and arrow again “Merry Adventures of Robin Hood.”

(Continued on page 11) If any archer lives in these United

We regret the passing of the Arch­ ery Review, and the retiring of Mr. Brant and Mr. Whaiey from the archery publishing field. The Review and Ye Sylvan Archer were pioneers in archery magazine publishing in America and the competition of the Review has always been the cleanest and the fairest we could hope to meet. We wish Messrs. Brant and Whaley the best of success in any new ventures.

The Review has been merged with the American Bowman and we ex­ tend congratulations to the Bowman on its success during its first year, its newsy contents, and well patron­ ized advertising pager..

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‘Pity Us

By DR. ANTHONY J. KELLY. Saint Paul, Minnesota

We had planned to hunt rabbits, a group of us, twenty miles northeast of Hinkley, or about ninety miles from home; and although we had hunted almost every Sunday all season, the anticipation of another day thrilled us all.

However, Minnesota is Minnesota, and must be reckoned with; and so I was not surprised to see it snow all week, and as the snow came down, my enthusiasm dropped with it, for 1 knew those north woods roads; and how I longed for a magic carpet in­ stead of a model A Ford.

Came Saturday, and with it a subt'e change. The snow looked much the same but I sensed a difference, and I immediately endeavored to squelch the trip with the result that it was decided that we wait and see what morning would bring in the way of weather, and that we get in touch with one another at about six a. m.

The alarm clock routed me out at five-thirty the following morning and I was dressed and mixing the pan­ cake batter when the telephone rang and John's anxious voice informed me that it was six below zero with the r etcury dropping steadily, and didn't I know'that it was about ten degrees colder in the Hinkley country than in St. Paul? Yes. I knew it only too well, and so the trip was called off on account of snow and cold weather, and I enjoyed my pancakes—which. I will have you know, are the finest in the land.

It seems, however, that some people are not easily discouraged; for shortly after noon, as I lay curled up on the davenport listening to a sym­ phony concert, the telephone rang, and upon answering it I discovered that I he boys had decided to go about twelve miles south of town in quest of molly cotton tail. ■ Now I do not like to have the world discover what. a poor sport I really am, and so. I generally comply with all such requests. This was not one of my independent moments, and so I donned my heaviest, and warmed up the protesting Ford to the point

where it would hit on all tour cylind­ ers most of the time.

As I forced the car through the deep snow which covered the city streets, I wondered what mother nature had in store for us after we passed out of the city into the un­ traveled country. I wondered and shivered.

I was secretly well pleased when Otto Clyngenpeel suggested that we all ride in his larger, stronger car and leave mine behind. I was well pleased, for behind the wheel, I am a timid soul.

I wonder if I should give you the details of that ride: how we anxious­ ly peered through the heavily frost­ ed windows to see the dry, wind driven snow sifting over the road and fields like a cloud; how we shivered in spite of our heavy clothing, and Iried, sometimes in vain, to load and light our pipes with our fingers numb and blue. I should like to tell you how "Clyng" kept the throttle to the floor boards and raced across the more open stretches to hit the drifts with a thud which threatened to annihilate the car and the troubled archers within; how we kicked away the closely packed snow, and pushed the car over many a weary stretch, finally to abandon it about s half mile from our destination.

I should like to tell you in detail about this trip, but when I try, I am impressed with the futility of at­ tempting to depict with puny words, anything as awesome as the elements.

The walk from the car to the rab­ bit patch was anything but comfort­ able but once in the brush, the wind, at least, was tempered, and the struggle through the deep snow kept our b'ood circulating and we attained tn a state of mind bordering on the cheerful.

We had not been in the patch long before I saw my first rabbit sitting in the snow. It was scarcely believ­ able. However, the brush was so thick that it was necessary to move c'o'er, and I did so. very cautiously, keeping a sharp watch for sign of

YE SYLVAN ARCHER March, 1937 8 I must hasten to add after that nervousness.

When he became visibly restless, last statement, that John is very I stepped out and shot only to see him neat about his shop, never allowing dart into a burrow, much to my the shavings to get more than ankle deep—and the osage staves and chagrin.

The marks on the brush and snow planks of beefwood and cedar are showed that my arrow had been de­ very neatly stacked in the corners, but loosely enough to afford ample flected. I believe that had it been hiding place for various brands of otherwise, I would have hit him; and, creature comfort. of course, the more I think of it, the 1 do not think it is wrong at such more positive I become.

Later on, as Gordon and I stood a time, with the frost of a Minnesota discussing the size of a weasel he had winter in one’s bones, to sample a seen, I moved my foot, and out of the bottle of good gin, do you?

In the course of my life I have en­ snow popped a rabbit. As he labored through the snow up a little slope. I tertained many convictions—most of raised my bow only to find that the which have been shattered. However arrow had slipped off the string; and J remain convinced of one thing: If by the time I had corrected the con­ the long bow can hold its own in dition the little beast was out of Minnesota, the future of archery is sight, and I stood there regretting, secure.

Consider us. the Archers of Minne­ for a moment, the Christian breed­ ing which left me dumb. However, I sota. battling the rigors of winter and ' thwarted by the rains of the sum­ regained sufficient strength to take up the trail which led me over a mer—consider us and pity us. ridge and halfway down the other side to where the trail ended in the THE ART YOUNG ROUND (Continued from page 5) snow. This left we puzzled for a mo­ been recorded. ment until I thrust my foot down After retrieving the misses, the through the snow to find a burrow.

The rabbit had actually fulfilled the archers return to the shooting line, old saying. He had “gone down a and each group advances one number.

Thooe from station 6 go to station 1. ho’e and pulled the hole in after him.”

When six ends have been compet­ This was the last bit of game we ed as described, the hits are tota’ed. saw. and as the sun, a very pale and wintry sun, disappeared over the rnd the archer with the greatest southwestern horizon, leading his number of hits is the winner. A tie twin dogs after him, we started back is resolved by having the tied con­ toward the car with darkness creep­ testants shoot an extra end from ing on. This was a little after four station 3.

In laying out the field, attention o’clock—think that over you South­ should be given to the terrain behind erns Californians! the marks, so that misses may be About this time wo discovered that lhe right side of Jack Mill’s face had relieved without loss of time.

With 36 archers participating, l^j turned a dead white and excitement hours '-hou’d he sufficient to com­ reirned for a time.

After we had gotten his face prop- plete the round. The time will vary er’v washed he lit out for the car with the number of archers, and the with mighty strides, yelping at every time required to retrieve arrows. turn, reaching it at least five minutes before the rest of us.

From Forest Nagler: “Does any­ I need not describe the ride home one know who designed the bow on beyond noting that it was a duplicate the cover of March ‘Film Fun’ ? ” of the trip out, only colder. It was Speak up—Cosner? Williams? Stev­ now about fifteen degrees below zero. enson? Mack? Hickman? KlopHoweve”. I must tell you how steg? Higgins? Stemmier? warm and cozy John’s basement Bill Loshe of Chicago tolls us that workshop seemed when we reached it; with a good fire in the furnace and the the Gompe’s Park Archery Club is an e’ean. fragrant shavings and saw­ up-and-coming club. Roving and tar­ dust scattered about on the floor— get shooting are the pet pastimes.

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OLYMPIC BOWMEN LEAGUE The returns of the sixth match of the Olympic Bowmen League show the Corvallis Archers still in the lead with a total 18302, Portland 18178, Birmingham 18150, Locksley 18046, Seattle Bowmen 17089. Oregon State College Girls No. 1 total 15881 points, Seattle 15733, Portland 15307, No. 2 OSC Girls 13796, Mill Creek Archers 11478. Gillman Keasey still leads in the individual scoring with an aver­ age of 792.7. Russel Jones 786, F. H. Hahn 778.7, Tom Ewing 777.3, N. Reid 771.7, Leading ladies individual scores are Vivian Chambers 732, Mrs. Daisy Hamlin 722.4. Billie Carter 719, Ruth Plummer 696.7, and Hazel Mueller 682.

The Corvallis college girls estab­ lished a new team score of 2730. The previous record was 2720 by the Locksley Archers in 1934. None of the Corvallis girls had more than ten weeks practice before the first match and thirty-five are trying to make the team each week. Mrs. Chambers tied Ruth Tawney’s record made last year.

Now Robin, Lend Me Thy Bow Now Robin, lend me thy bow, Sweet Robin, lend me thy bow, For I must now a hunting with my lady go, With my sweet lady go.

My lady is an archer rare.

And in the greenwood joyeth she; There never was a marksman yet who could compare In skill with my ladie.

Her master in the archer's craft, A little wing-ed boy is he, And wing-ed too the hart must be, that escapes the shaft of my beloved ladie.

Dan Cupid is her master’s name, Full ancient is his pedigree, His mother is a stately well bc-lov-ed dame, and like my fair ladie.

He teaches many a maid his art, And never asks for gift or fee.

But none that e’er took aim with Cupid's piercing dart Could match with my la-die.

"Sweet Wilkin prithee take my bow,

And take my hawk and hound also, Right merrily a hunting with thy ladie go, With thy sweet ladie go."

This song was contributed by Thaddeus Merriman, New York City, who says: “It is very old, written before 1568 in England but the words have been modernized.”

John Rudkowsky, a seven teen-yearold boy of Burlington, Wisconsin, profiting by the instruction of Roy Case, took first place in the state clout shoot and third in the shoot at the Oskosh tournament last fall.

ARCHERS I HAVE KNOWN

By Dave J. Mack, West Lafayette Indiana 2. THE POSER. This specimen is fairly common. Is a good archer and knows it. Wants the gallery to know it. too. Usually has a good physique and strips to the legal limit at the slightest provocation. Shoots in pretended trance-like concentra­ tion but is usually hoping the babe in the blue sweater is being duly im­ pressed. Remains rigid so long after loosing you wonder if he has sud­ denly been ossified. Always a pain in — x — to shoot with on the same target; much better from a distance.

The Poser _ r 'ho V/OHOCR v*HAr HAPPCNfp <"O FTCH NOCiiACV?

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by Brommers An echo from the November car­ toon in Ye Sylvan Archer. Joe Cosner wrote Dr. Klopsteg about as follows: “It is true that no offense was meant, but that would make no dif­ ference to one not schooled in mod­ ern art. All he would see or think about would be a dog with his name on it. He wouldn’t realize all the feel­ ing of exultation that an artist would have on the successful completion of a worthwhile dog.”

"You must understand that this was no mean dog. He was a dog of character, a real Babbit of a dog that knew his way around. He was a thinker and knew what he wanted and how to get it. Put him up against the other dogs in the picture and he stands out in masterful relief as the kingpin of the whole layout. I really did him an injustice by picturing him in the company of those other flea­ trams.”

Having it explained that way. what could Paul do? He wrote Joe that on second thought he could see that the cartoon was really a work of art.

Here is where Joe tripped and fell.

Instead of writing in a similar vein to the other injured parties, he made and sent exact copies. He was freely forgiven in each instance. Then Klopseg and Palmatier got to comparing notes. Styles and Prouty checked up with Seay and Todd. Christilaw and McGahan did the same.

Yes. Joe has moved, and I do not know his new address.

Phil Whaley and Ralph Brant, pub­ lishers and editors of the Archery Review, have stepped aside. Men of high standing in their professions, they found that the editing of a magazine made impossible demands on their limited spare time. May they keep the pleasant memories of their editorial days—-they will never need to worry about keeping their host of friends. I am mighty proud to have had the honor and privilege of know­ ing them.

Davis, Thompson, Brant and Whal­ ey are truly pioneers. When the his­ tory of American archery is written, theirs will be a great part. Others will

follow, but in trails blazed by these four. Experienced editors of archery magazines are not produced over night.

The first archery magazine in the country, as far as I know, is Ye Sylvan Archer, brought out by Thompson and Davis. The sport was a struggling infant at the time, nor had it grown much stronger when the Review stepped into the picture.

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Southern California has formed a new field archer’s association. Profit­ ing by past mistakes, they have taken pains to build from the ground up.

Trying to build a national organiza­ tion without strong local clubs as nuclei did not prove to be a very good plan.

The new association is fortunate in its sponsorship. John Yount, as secretary, brings a wealth of experi­ ence into his new job. We all know the importance of capable and en­ ergetic secretary.

What is apt to be overlooked is the importance of liasion between the field archers and the target archers.

If ever a qualified man has stepped into this field it is Ray Hodgson.

There can be no friction between the two phases of the sport as long as Yount and Hodgson are acting as buf­ fers. The experiment is well worth watching by the rest of the country.

Quoting from the January 23d is­ sue of the Literary Digest: "Erie Stanley Gardner, a forty year old lawyer, who. fifteen years ago, ‘got tired of waiting for them to drop in.' has learned tn turn out 10.000 words a day. With tlmee secretaries, he spends much of his spare time traveling to odd corners of the world, profiting to the tune of. about $75000 a year.” ' Ten thousand words a day, more than most of us could turn out in a month. And the Lord knows how much more "off the record" like writing for Ye Sylvan Archer and most anvbody else who has the gall to ask for it.

GEORGE BROMMERS

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ARCHERY BIBLIOGRAPHY (By B. G. Thompson) THE ARCHER’S REGISTER—This publication was published annually from 1864 until 1915, with the ex­ ception of 1867 to 1876.

It contains a mass of information on results of tournaments, meeetings, etc., especially those held in England.

Each volume also contains a few articles of general Interest. Since many of these articles are of interest to present day archers, we are listing the most important ones from each volume.

The Archer’s Register for 1864, 171 pp. Contains the following orig­ inal papers: Archery During My Years of Championship—H. A. Ford, History of the National Archery meeting. The Alexandra Arrow— Kobin Ascham.

The Archer’s Register for 1865, 208 pp. Archery Socially Considered— Toxophilus. Jottings on Scotch Arch­ cry—Popinjay. The Fourth Reunion of the Grand Archery Soc.—Devoniensis.

The Archer’s Register of 1866. 208 pn. Modern Archery—James Spedding. How Should the String be loosed?—F. Townsend. Archery in Devonshire in 1866—Western Wande c ’ No Registers wore published in 1867-1876.

(Continued next month) “ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD” (Continued from page 6) pnDears also the arbalest, in episodes that have held enthralled every boy and girl, not to mention their elders, v ho has ever read the book. It, also

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If this letter results in some of our readers following my urge to se­ cure the above books, and share with me their enjoyment, it will have served its purpose.

C. L. Williams.

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Old West Photos.

Catalog. 5c.

Genuine African Bow. $3.75. Ancient flint arrowheads, perfect, 6c each— ------ Indian Museum, Northbranch, Kansas.

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THE FLAT BOW—Well illustrated.

50c. — Ye Sylvan Archer, Alsea, Oregon.

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"ARCHERY TACKLE, HOW TO MAKE AND HOW TO USE IT.”

by Adolph Shane. Bound in cloth and illustrated with more than fifty draw­ ings and photographs. Information for making archery tackle and in­ structions for shooting. Price is $1.75.

Send orders to Ye Sylvan Archer, Alsea, Oregon.

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Modern Methods In Archery

By Natalie Reichart and Gilman Keasey Will supply helpful ideas on shooting, teaching and care of equip­ ment.

This book emphasizes the principle of relaxation, so important in all sport skills. It is the only archery instruction book having a com­ plete series of photographic illustrations showing correct and in­ correct form in all hand and body positions In all there are 67 in­ structive illustrations in photographs and drawings. Price $1.50.

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Equipment for schools and individuals. Write for price list.

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Steel dies, feathers, nocks and points Write for 8 page catalog

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Footed Arrows $8.50 and up.

Horn tipped Lemonwood bows $6.50.

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PERFECT FLETCHING TOOL $1.00 All metal, fletches all 3 feathers at once, fits any size parallel or tapered shaft, uses stripped or cut feathers.

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ULLRICH WOOD “The Choice of Champions’’ Folder and price list on request.

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HOLLAND - MADE BOWS 6«/2 feet-30 lb.

Hand made of Turkish Oak by Willem Engelen. Heeze, Holland Write Winnie McDOUGALL’S Market Dayton, Oregon