cent too high; and they
should be reduced.

It is strange to see one of the oldest of the states lagging in game
protection, far behind such new states as New Mexico and Oklahoma; but
South Carolina does lag. It is time for her to consider her position,
and reform.

SOUTH DAKOTA:

South Dakota should stop all spring shooting.

Her game-bag limits are really no limits at all! They should be
reduced about 66 per cent without a moment's unnecessary delay.

The two year term of the State Warden is too short for effective
work. It should be extended to four years.

Unless South Dakota wishes to repeat the folly of such states as
Indiana, Iowa, Illinois, Missouri and Ohio, she needs to be up and
doing. If her people want a gameless state, except for migratory
waterfowl, all they need do is to slumber on, and they surely will have
it. Why wait until greedy sportsmen have killed the last game bird of
the state before seriously taking the matter in hand? In one act, all
the shortcomings of the present laws can be corrected.

South Dakota needs no Bayne law, because she prohibits at all times the
sale or exportation of all wild game.

TENNESSEE:

In wild life protection, Tennessee has much to do. She made her start
late in life, and what she needs to do is to draft with care and enact
with cheerful alacrity certain necessary amendments.

We notice that there are open seasons for _blackbirds, robins, doves and
squirrels_! It seems incredible; but it is true.

Behold the blackbird as a "game" bird, with a lawful open season from
September 1 to January 1. Consider its stately carriage, its rapid
flight on the wing, its running and hiding powers when attacked. As a
test of marksmanship, as the real thing for the expert wing shot, is it
not great? Will not any self-respecting dog be proud to point or
retrieve them? And what flesh for the table!

Fancy an able-bodied sportsman going out in a fifty-dollar hunting suit,
carrying a fifteen-dollar gun behind a seven-dollar dog, and returning
with a glorious bag of twenty-five blackbirds! Or robins! Or doves!
Proud indeed, would we be to belong (which we don't) to a club of
"sportsmen" who go out shooting blackbirds, and robins, and foolish
little doves, as "game!" "Game" indeed, are those birds,--for little
lads of seven who do not know better; but not for boys of twelve who
have in their veins any inheritance of sporting blood. (I am proud of
the fact that