250 
May, 1919 
FOREST AND STREAM 
Hotel 
Chaaiberlin 
^ NATCH a couple of days away from 
the grind, grab your golf clubs, of 
course, and come on down, or up, as 
the case may be, to Old Point Comfort, and 
tr}' your game on the Eighteen Hole Golf 
Coui'se, which is part of Hotel Chamberlin. 
You can get here easily — most likely it’s 
only “over night” from where you are, 
either by boat or rail. 
The Golf Course is one of the finest ever ; 
designed and laid out b}- authorities on the 
“Royal and Ancient” Game — convenient to the 
hotel, and, being owned b\' The Chamberlin, it 
is managed in a way which will suit you. You 
can also Tennis, Horseback or Motor. The air 
and sun is just right to make you enjoy the 
famous real Southern Cooking, and, as you know, 
this is all in addition to the location of Hotel 
Chamberlin, at Old Point Com- 
fort, with its advantages of 
Army, Navy and Social Life. 
This, also, is the place to 
take “The Cure,” with every 
sort of Bath Treatment at 
your command. 
You will be interested in our 
special booklet on “GOLF,” as 
it contains the first Aeroplane 
Map of a Golf Course ever 
published in America. 
Address Geo. F. Adams, Manager, Fortress Monroe, Virginia 
VICTORY 
Has Been a Household Word Since November 
VICTORY RODS 
Have Been Supreme for 25 Years 
Alorc backbone and lifting power for 
their weight than any similar rod made. 
FLY ROD 3 TO 7 OUNCES $20.00 
BAIT ROD 7 TO 9 OUNCES $20.00 
TARPON ROD 8 AND 12 OZ. TIPS $35-oc7 
COSMOPOLITAN HOOK 
“The Hook that never misses a Strike” 
Shape and Quality is what made them famous 
TROUT 
Will soon be jumping and our assortment of the needful articles is good and 
moderately priced 
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line, a side track, and an old box car used 
as a shelter for the section hands, one 
of whom, on this occasion, happened to be 
sitting on a bench in front smoking his 
pipe, and idly watching the two boys con- 
cerned in this adventure. He saw me 
take the plunge, and later witnessed my 
vain efforts to swim ; and then remember- 
ing how very cold the water was at that 
season, he laid down his pipe and rushed 
to my assistance shouting to Johnnie: 
“That boy is drowning!” 
“Oh, no,” said Johnnie, “he can swim 
like a duck!” 
But paying no heed to this he threw 
off his jumper, drew off his boots, and 
waded into the pool, which was not over 
his head, reached the spot where he had 
seen me sink, and soon located me lying 
on the bottom. Reaching down he got a 
firm hold on an arm and dragged me 
ashore more dead than alive. He then 
held me up with my head down, the water 
running from throat and lungs. Sitting 
down on a log he placed me across his 
knees, worked my arms to and fro, as 
Johnnie said, “like pump handles,” and 
then pressed my chest against his knees 
repeatedly, and slapped me smartly on 
the breast and back, until I began to 
breathe faintly, whereupon he sang out, 
as Johnnie said, “Bully boy! Keep it 
up!” Then when somewhat revived, he 
carried me up to the box car, Johnnie 
following with my clothes. 
He made a fire in his stove, heated 
some coffee, which he gave to me quite 
hot. He rubbed the cramps from my 
limbs, replaced my clothes, and finally 
standing me on my feet near the stove 
said : 
“It was a mighty close shave; a few 
minutes more and you would have 
croaked, sure enough.” 
J OHNNIE and I were very profuse 
in our thanks for his timely assist- 
ance, and asked what we could do to 
reward him. He replied: 
“I have a boy about the same age as 
you are, and he might need a friend 
some day when in a tight place, for one 
good turn deserves another.” 
“What’s his name?” inquired Johnnie. 
“Same name as mine, Jerry,” he an- 
sw^ered. 
“Next Saturday we will be here 
again,” said Johnnie, “and please have 
Jerry here too so w’e can meet him.” 
“Very good,” said he, “Jerry wdll be 
very glad to come and meet you.” 
1 then took my Barlow knife from 
my pocket, which special brand of knife 
men as old as I am will remember well, 
and handed it to Mr. Jerry, saying: 
“Please give this knife to your boy 
as a keepsake from us.” 
“Thank you kindly,” he replied, “Jerry 
ought to be very proud to owm such a 
fine knife.” 
By that time I had begun to feel 
strong enough to walk home. He took 
my jacket and warmed it at the stove, 
put it on me and said: 
"Good-bye laddies, don’t hurry; rest 
