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contralto, Dame Clara Butt, for instance, is very 
fond of fishing, a taste which she shares with 
her husband, Mr. Kennerley Rumford. She had 
great fortune the first time she tried, in Norway, 
whither she and her husband went for their 
honeymoon. In the first quarter of an hour she 
hooked a salmon, kept her head, played it and 
had the satisfaction of landing it in forty minutes, 
twenty-eight pounds, and “a very fine first 
effort” as her husband observed with just pride. 
Mr. and Mrs. Kennerley Rumford do not, I fear, 
get so much fishing as they would like, so heavy 
are the demands made upon their time by the 
concert platform. But the keenness is there. 
And their two sons love fishing also, as a part of 
an enthusiasm for sport generally. 
Miss Carmen Hill, daintiest of mezzo- 
sopranos, sent a charming reply to my inquiries, 
“When first I began fishing I think I had the 
usual beginner’s luck and caught a few trout, but 
I think I loved the peace and rest which the 
whole day in the open air gives one rather than 
the actual fishing. My jimest catch was at 
Dubhgharadh in Isle of Arran, where I spent a 
week about two years ago, and there I caught a 
lovely trout, weighing nearly three pounds (two 
pounds fourteen ounces, to be exact), and several 
others from a half-pound to three-quarters of a 
pound, but I am afraid it is much more luck with 
me than good management! 1 couldn’t tell you 
now what flies I used!” 
It was very pleasant in various places to find 
