Farewell, Jinx 



Here is a delightful trout story dealing with the 

 period when game fish were plentiful and it seemed 

 that the Izaak Walton League of America was not 

 needed. The writer, Mr. George C. Franklin, of 

 Denver, when a boy was some fishing kid and his 

 " Dad " was undoubtedly the right kind of a Dad for 

 a real boy. I know you will enjoy every word of it 

 just as I have and I hope the philosophy of the first 

 part of the story will sink in deep to the fathers 

 of " Young America." 



It was not until today that I began to think of 

 tragic fishing moments, and I guess, perhaps, it was 

 this little paragraph you once wrote of counsel to 

 fathers that made me think. I am sorry for the 

 father who fails to avail himself of the best pals he 

 can ever have, i. e. f his own children, and if he fails 

 to teach them to motor, to swim, fish and shoot, camp 

 and kodak he is the loser in more ways than one, for 

 some one else will; and the father who has a right 

 to the absolute confidence of his child will find that 

 child chumming with some one else and he can never 

 be quite the same after some one else has aroused 

 his first interest in the sports afield. 



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