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KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



a minnow it makes an excellent 

 bait. I caught twelve on one such 

 bait. Hoping this will help some 

 brother angler out of a trying 

 situation I submit it to the kink 

 contest. 



REST YOUR BONES 



BY A. W. SUMMERS 

 If you have two bucks that you 

 can spare (and what enthusiastic 

 disciple of Walton hasn't, if he 

 has to steal it?), buy a fourteen- 

 inch red rubber invalid's ring. 

 The only regret you will have is 

 that you didn't do it sooner. It 

 has as many uses as a pocket in 

 a shirt. After you have sat on 

 a hardwood plank in a boat for 

 about three days, haven't you 

 wished you had a Silver's recoil 

 pad on the seat of your pants? 

 The rubber ring will have the 

 same effect. 



Then when you made that extra 

 long cast and fell out of the boat, 

 or went under an overhanging 

 snag and were scraped off, would- 

 n't a life preserver be about the 

 finest thing you ever took hold 

 of? The rubber ring will support 

 any man in the water. Then 

 when you hit the hay and make 

 a stab at wooing Morpheus but 

 find that the buttons in the pants 

 you are using for a pillow per- 

 sistently come tto the top and 

 double-cross you in your wooing 

 take your rubber ring and find 

 that it isn't half bad as a pillow. 

 Slip each arm through one and 

 let rest on the shoulders and you 



will find that you can hardly get 

 them off in the water unless you 

 are a contortionist. A woman 

 that never swam a lick can swim 

 for miles with two of the rings 

 arranged in this way. In case of 

 sickness they come in handy. I 

 heave heard they are one of the 

 finest things in the world in a 

 long drawn out session of the 

 great American game of draw 

 poker. (This latter suggestion 

 will probably be of no use to a 

 fisherman.) In a forty-mile ride 

 in a buckboard and on numerous 

 other occasions you will find it 

 worth the money. It will take up 

 about the same room in your 

 tackle box as a reel and will go 

 in a much flatter space. On the 

 whole there are only a few things 

 In my tackle box that are more 

 prized than my cushion. Buy one 

 and if you do not like it you can 

 cuss the Editor all you like. 



THE FISH KITE 



BY M. A. WRIGHT 

 Several years ago when on an 

 outing trip in northern Minnesota 

 I saw an old gentleman fishing 

 from the shore of a small lake. 

 He was walking along the shore 

 holding what looked like a hand 

 line, but it seemed to stay out in 

 the deep water and not drag to 

 shore as one ordinarily does. On 

 a little closer observation I found 

 that his line was tied to a block 

 of wood that seemed to have a 

 peculiar way of staying out from 

 shore. 



