Our readers will no doubt be glad of the opportunity of studying the series of illustrations which we are permitted to reproduce from the work of Mr. Charles F. Townsend, of Des Moines, Iowa.

Mr. Townsend has always been very prominent in Convention work, having filled the various offices in his State Association, including that of president, with great credit both to himself and the Association. He was honored with the office of second vice-president of the National Association at the Milwaukee Convention in 1910, was made first vice-president at the St. Paul Convention in 1911, and was chosen at the recent Philadelphia Convention to fill that of president.

Mr. Townsend is at present wrapped up in the affairs of the National Association, and with his efficient board to back up his personal efforts, the success of the Kansas City Convention is assured.

Mr. Townsend comes of a family of photographers, his father having been in the business for a number of years before him. and a brother at present conducting a studio at Lincoln, Neb. No doubt there is a natural aptitude for the photographic business in the Townsend family at any rate the high standard of workmanship characteristic of the Townsend Studio has won for him a most enviable clientele.

Our reproductions are from Artura Iris prints, this being the paper in which Mr. Town-send finds unapproachable print quality.

On Sticking To The Job By The Office Boy

I noat that the Convention iz goin' 2 B held away oute in the wilde an' wooley west this yere an' I'm wonderin' if were liabull 2 B attackted by the blud thursty redskinz or if the kowboys will shute up the town.

I ast the Boss wuz we likkly 2 C anny indians at the Convention, an' he sed that mos' uzually they wuz sum on hand.

I borried ma's kloze line to praktis throwin' the roap Bkaus I may B able 2 get a job kow punchin', an' ma she kuddent find it las' Monday, an' she had pa reezon with me. I don' rel-lish mi meals quite so mutch standin' up, but it may tuffen me for kow boyin'.

I ast the Boss wuz he ever skalped an' he sed yes but not bi no injun.

The Boss says the nobel redskin aint got no monopolly on hair liftin', an' that there's lots of fellers with diamons in there shert frontz, runnin' loose, that kan do a far neeter job.

I tole the Boss that I thot that may bee I would like a job Kow punchin', an' he says that thair wuz lots ov fellers in the saim bote.

The Boss says that the feller that wants to chaing jobs every littel while is uzually az suckces-ful az he wood B tryin' to hang hiz kloze on a wireless telegraft line.

The Boss says that the trubbel with moast ov uz iz that we think we wood be jeenuses in anny line but our oan, an' that if we wood spend az mutch time diggin' in on our oan jobs as we do in dreemin' how grate we wood B if we wuz runnin a bank, we wood-ent hav 2 do mutch worryin'.

I ast the Boss did it hert a yung feller 2 do a littel dreemin' aboute the futcher, an' he says not if you do it at nite when yure in the hay.

I had to unpak a hole lot ov nu goods the oather day an' I tole the Boss that I thot may B I wuz oaver workin', an' he sed he wuz glad I had a thot, an' that if I wuz oaver workin' Id bee 2 blaim tired 2 think aboute it.

From An Artura Iris Print By Charles F. Townsend Des Moines, Iowa.

From An Artura Iris Print By Charles F. Townsend Des Moines, Iowa.

The Boss say one of the wurst Dzeeezes a feller can get iz self-pittyeetis, an' that when you git to taikin' pitty on yureself, yure slippin', an' noboddy ever slipped up hill yet.

The Boss says that when he begins to fele awl woar oute he uzually finds that it haz kum from wrastlin' with 2 manny ov them big blak cigars of hiz, an' knot frum mentle strane in the pitcher taikin' bizness.

I ast the Boss wuz I liabull to have mentle strane an' he says nope, that I lakked the prin-cipple ingreedient.