LEST WE FORGET. 



My son, you have been an attentive listener and 

 become a skilled practitioner in the art of bass fishing. 

 You have no doubt observed that it is not necessary 

 to belong to a fishing club in order to be a successful 

 fisherman, and, it is true that all members of fishing 

 clubs do not fish. Some of them do not care, others 

 are short in patience, many don't know how ; and 

 fishing clubs possess other winning attractions which 

 too often spoil the making of a rod and and reel expert. 

 The sportsman out and out makes a hammock in the 

 forest or the near-by shore his bed, and the blue 

 sky his covering. He cooks by the camp fire and 

 washes his own utensils. Enthusiasts of this school are 

 not so numerous in these days as formerly, but 

 Vandergrift, who has duck hunted all the fields of Ohio 

 and, who visits many game and fish sections with regu- 

 larity, enjoys high rank in this class. With the gunning 

 season closed, the St. Lawrence River and Canadian 

 Lakes open up to him glorious opportunities for fish- 

 ing, his captures ranging from black bass to musca. Mr. 

 S. H. Vandergrift, who has his home in Washington, 

 goes beyond indulgence with gun and rod for pleasure, 

 adding to it by seriously and energetically doing those 

 commendable things which make for the protection 

 of game and fish in season. 



There is another prominent man in the world's 

 affairs, William Loeb, Jr., who was private Secretary 

 to President Roosevelt and who would not serve in the 

 same capacity after his chief quit the White House. 

 "Billy" Loeb as he was called in early New York 

 state days, used to fish in the big lakes, with over a 

 hundred feet of line and dragging a pound sinker 

 around on the bottom. These boyhood experiences 



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