VENICE (From Our Special Correspondent) in Mrs. Geo. Ruhl, of the city of Brotherly Love, is spending the win ter as a guest of Mr. and Mrs. W. K. Hige at Grey Gabies. We note W. B. Surls, of Manzscla, is now connected with the guide force of the M. T. L. Evans resort and is daily seen in this section. Our truckers are now coming into their own, and some returns for egg plants and cakes show figures that almost make us wish we were a farm er. Capt. W. K. Higel has lately been horrowing and fertilizing his grove; yours truly has been following suit, and here’s hoping a liberal reward for the railroads next year. Duck shooting has been unusually good for the past few weeks and ev eryone seems to have a fascination for the exhilarating sport, as the bombardment has been prophetical. Weather conditions have been real airish, in fact so cool as to be chill ing, and if the tender potato and to mato vines were not still green and flourishing, we would say freezing. Mr. Roy M. Williams has been spending a few weeks at Crystal Springs, repairing his mother’s home. Mr. Williams has purchased a flock of thirty-five Ancona hens and is now going to gather a bushel basket of eggs a day. Here’s hoping. Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Cogswell, ac companied by their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Bert Horn and baby, of Sara sota, were Sunday visitors to the Nemos. Mrs. Cogswell is now under going treatment for her eyes, and is under the care of Dr. Halton. Knowing the political faith of the Sarasota Times and its aversion to socialistic writings, we will only say that we are thankful Eugene Debs is free, and added that we are now op timistically inclined to believe that in several million years the world will follow in the footsteps of the Prince of Peace. Col. E. Jeff Davis, of Jacksonville, after several days of trout fishing, left for home in excellent spirits and will never again be guilty of class ing his friend, C. H. Clime, with the prevaricators of fish stories. Col. Davis left a postal card to mail when the kings begin to bite, and says he is going to show them how down here. Nokomis is now a big spot on the map. The Pollyanna Inn is located there, and who hasn’t heard of the Pollyanna? We learn the entire building is taxed to the limit with February bookings and a full house is predicted the entire season. We wish the doctor and his associates the success they so richly deserve. Last week our old friend, G. M. Ragan, of Nokomis, received the big gest white rooster we ever saw by ex press, pedigree and breed unknown to us. We judge, however, from Guy’s mammoth avoirdupois and family re lations, he is trying to build up a breed family size. We imagine when Guy tackles the average biddy, it looks small. Col. Chas. H. Clime had the misfor tune to lose eighteen of his frying size chickens last week. Col Clime, though an expert in the culinary art, salted his corned beef and cabbage too heavily, and fed it to his chickens with fatal results. Col Clime takes an optimistical view of it and says it might have been worse—he might have eaten it himself. Some excellent catches of trout have lately been made by our local fishermen and tourists, via the trail ing route, Capt. Batchelor catching 1900 pounds in two days. Others have made excellent catches of sheephead, etc., at the pass. We attribute this good luck largely to the excellent weather the first of the year, and the limited amount of hauling and drag ging nets in the pass. Someone is agitating the law for the preservation of our oyster beds, which prohibits the carrying away of the oysters in the shell, the same having to be opened on the bars, pre serving the small oysters and the shell for the catching of the spawn. We don’t know if Florida is progres sive enough to have such a commend able law on its statutes, but if so, if our deputy lives up to the ancestors ue of the mound builders, he sure will juggle some pocket change. The other day We picked up in the shell mound now being torn down, 2 Genena, one of the rarest and most beautiful shells found on the west coast. Evena of the hundreds of years it has lain in oblivion, it was in a fair state of preservation. Even admitting these mounds were built for the purpose of sustaining life, be ing the accumulation of the gather ing of sea foods for centuries, one will admit there was little food value in a lone Genona, and we are glad to believe that even in the by-gone ages our ancestors, in their primitive Way, possessed a love of the beauti ful Nema.