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KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



swer, think it over and make one. 

 The tripod presented like troubles. 

 Wood ones were bulky and the 

 three-legged metal ones were a 

 load in themselves. 



The solution to the tripod came 

 first. A party of surveyors gave 

 me the hunch. If a compass 

 could be kept steady enough on a 

 single rod, why not a camera. I 

 straightway went to the nearest 

 photo supply place and was 

 promptly rebuked by the clerk for 

 thinking that such a thing as a 

 one-legged tripod existed. The 

 idea! So back to the workshop 

 to plan one of my own I went. 



Let's see, the tripod ought to 

 be about three feet long to be 

 portable; long enough for all pur- 

 poses. Three feet somehow those 

 words stuck to my mind. What 

 was three feet? I looked around. 

 There in its case stood my pet 

 Heddon. Why, of course; that 

 rod was just about three feet 

 when taken down. Why not com- 

 bine the two? So far, so good. 

 But what material would answer 

 all that I required? My friend, 

 the tin smith, when called into 

 consultation, said he could fix me 

 up with a piece of heavy, retinned 

 tin, and that he could make a case 

 out of it to fit my rod and I 

 could work out my salvation for 

 the camera as best might appear. 



In due time the case arrived. 

 It was just large enough for two 

 tips to fit in on either side of the 

 butt. The handle fitted in nicely. 

 On the bottom the tinsmith had 

 put a spiked ferrule so that it 



could be stuck into the ground. 

 The top he fixed up with a screw- 

 on cap. Good for the rod but no 

 place for the camera. The screw- 

 on part of a discarded tripod was 

 commandeered and a hole bored 

 in the case top. The screw was 

 soldered in and when it was done 

 made a solid place to fasten the 

 camera to. 



The whole thing was about 

 three feet six inches long and 

 about an inch and a quarter 

 across. Empty, it weighed a 

 trifle over a pound. The rod was 

 protected perfectly and I had a 

 solid rest for my camera and it 

 carried as easily as the rod alone 

 and was just about right for a 

 walking stick. 



SHRIMP BAIT IN FRESH 

 WATER 



BY GEO. C. SHUPEE 



I do not know if this "kink" is 

 of any value, but I have found 

 that I could catch fish with it 

 where others have failed with 

 other baits. It may not be new 

 and others may know of it, but 

 it has always been new when I 

 sprung it. 



Take fresh salt water shrimp 

 and leave it out in sun till it turns 

 a delicate pink, say from two to 

 five hours, depending on how hot 

 the sun is (if you have a distance 

 to go, your bait will generally be 

 ready by the time you get there). 

 One bait constitutes a single joint, 

 or knuckle, impaled upon your 

 favorite hook or spinner, and if 



