A PLEA 



FOR THE SINGLE HOOK 



AS we leave boyhood's days behind us, 

 with the changing scenes of life, and 

 the results of added experience, the 

 - simple foods that once appealed so 

 strongly lose their power of pleasing. The liking 

 for sweets seems to fade away, and after the 

 years have gone, we learn to enjoy those things 

 that in youth we utterly failed to appreciate. If 

 rheumatism or gout leaves us free from twinges, a 

 canvasback cooked to the turn, a glass of Burgundy 

 rightly warmed, a Camembert just soft enough, 

 and an appropriate salad, most certainly possess a 

 charm excelling that of the well-done beefsteak, 

 potatoes, and pie that satisfy the schoolboy. Doubt- 

 less the explanation lies in the marked difference 

 in the appetite that is distinctive of the two ages. 



In boyhood, it was quantity ; now it is quality. 

 In a great measure this evolution in taste will 

 apply to our fishing experiences. I doubt much 

 if the thrill of keenest pleasure is to-day more 

 marked, even in the handling of delicate rod, 

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