OUTDOORS 



to the highest development of the reflective 

 faculties. 



No man who truly loves angling can be 

 wholly bad. It requires a love for the beauti- 

 ful in nature, a gentle sorrow for the deluded 

 fishes which swallow the bait, a chaste and 

 tempered joy in their capture and a serenity 

 of faith and optimism in the outlook upon 

 life. 



Take, then, your long cane pole and your 

 gayly colored " bobbers," equip yourself with 

 hooks and lines, with basket, and a pipe to 

 smoke betimes. Go to some quiet stream 

 where the amiable and innocent crappie may 

 be found. Select a shady and unfrequented 

 spot under a broad-spreading tree and bait 

 your hook with worm or grub. Toss the hook 

 gently in and lie down on the grass with your 

 pipe, if you are a worshipper at the shrine of 

 Lady Nicotine. Look at the sunlight sifting 

 down through the leaves above and think how 

 cool and bright, how sweet and still the day is. 

 And do you be properly thankful for your 

 golden opportunity to " goe a-fysshynge." 



