SOME FISH AND SOME FISHING 



later in capturing a fish much to everyone's 

 satisfaction. 



When I arrived at Santa Catalina Island 

 I found that the kind secretary of the Tuna 

 Club had engaged the 28-foot launch 

 "Shorty" for me to fish in and told me that 

 there were no marlin or tuna about, which 

 was a great disappointment. 



The boatman, "Shorty" by nickname, 

 hailed originally from Harlem, and as we 

 were both Gothamites we understood one 

 another at once for we spoke the same 

 language. The first mate was Pard, 

 "Shorty's" dog. Pard is a skilled fisherman 

 and would always let us know when he saw 

 a swordfish. 



The Island of Santa Catalina is ever a joy 

 to look at. Its bold beauty of outline and 

 picturesque rocks, its sunny canons which 

 appear from time to time as you coast along 

 its shores, and the fog-banks that overhang 

 the mountains in the early mornings always 

 impress one greatly. 



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