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RECREATION 



swing up and to the front, stopping rod, 

 releasing reel and reeling up exactly as in 

 the underhand cast. 



It requires very Little practice to become 

 proficient enough for fishing, but for tourna- 

 ment easting much hard work must be done. 

 The swing of the rod, the thumbing of the 

 reel, and the judging of the wind, etc., in the 

 long distance, and the perfect judging of dis- 

 tance and handling of reel, rod and line in 

 the accuracy events, cannot be learned in a 

 day, but the results and pleasure obtained 

 more than repay the casters for their trouble. 

 In conclusion, I wish to say, brother an- 

 gler, I do not wish to discourage any branch 



of this delightful sport, but my memory is so 

 filled with disagreeable experiences of the 

 old method, and I have enjoyed the new so 

 much, that I cannot help being a trifle severe 

 when comparing them. 



If you wish to enjoy every moment of your 

 outing, procure a bait-casting outfit, and if 

 you don't catch a big string of fish you will 

 have had so much sport, enjoyment and 

 exercise that you will be filled to overflowing 

 with the glory of God's out-of-doors, and 

 like the Village Blacksmith, "Can look the 

 whole world in the face," without being 

 ashamed that you are one of the mighty 

 army of fishermen. 



Mr. L. J. Tooley is one of the most expert exponents of the Dowagiac style, and a winner of many competitions — Editor. 



SPRING FEVER 



BY FRANK FARRINGTON 



The hills are growing bright again, 

 They've long enough been brown; 



The slopes are clean 



And fresh and green- 

 It's hard to stay in town. 



Bluebirds are in the country lanes, 

 Where peepers pipe to drown, 



With voices shrill, 



The songs they spill — 

 I hate it here in town. 



The road is smooth up through the woods 

 Where Honest Brook comes down; 



The May sun shines 



There on the pines — 



I just can't stay in town. 



The water writhes among the roots 



And over pebbles brown; 

 The trout will bite 

 Now every night — 



I will not stay in town. 



