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FOREST A \ D S T R E A :\I 
July, 1919 
Fourteenth and L Streets 
Within 5 minutes walk of the White House. A 
hotel of distinction. The home of Senators and 
others prominent in the official life of the Capital. 
Rooms from $2 per day upwards. 
Excellent restaurant. Table supplied from a famous 
dairy and fruit farm, the proper tv of the owner. 
FKANK P. FENWICK 
Booklet with pictures mailed". 
WADE & 
KNAPP 
Successors to 
George E. Armstrong 
Owners of Camps Wap- 
ske, Otter Pond, Red 
Stone Brook. Beaver 
Lake, and Several 
Others, 
One day from Railroad 
to Home Camp. Situat- 
ed on the Headwaters 
of Tobique and Mira- 
miehi. Perth, New 
Brunswick, Canada. 
lUnlrntt 
“yi Smart Hotel 
/"'■ Smart People’* 
A hotel with all the metropolitan lux- 
ury 80 attractive to the out of town 
visitor to New York, and all the 
homey atmosphere so desirable to 
every traveller. 
Appealing especially to women visiting 
New York unescorted. 
THIRTY HRST STREET 
BY HFTH AVENUE 
NEW YORK 
THE PHOENICIA HOTEL is 
situated in the heart of the pretty 
and picturesque village of Phoenicia, 
on the line of the Ulster and Dela- 
ware and the Stonej- Clove Rail- 
roads, 112 miles from New York and 
25 miles from Kingston. The village 
is one of rare natural beauty and no 
more healthful spot can be found in 
the entire Catskill IMountain region. 
E. ALSHEIMER 
PROPRIETOR 
}3!)oenicia, gorfe 
OPEN ALL YEAR 
flies (two of them) over the boulder 
and then gently drew them oft the stone, 
as though they were live flies dropping 
off their dry perch to the watery prison. 
On the instant they touched the surface, 
a rainbow trout of three pounds smashed 
through and seized the lead fly. Here 
is a practical hint that may be utilized. 
Irving Bacheller, the famous novelist 
tells of the wisest trout fishing stunt he 
ever heard of. A man had been fishing 
a stream all day without success, but 
noted that a number of trout w'ere con- 
gregated under an overhanging tree, 
picking up insects that fell from its foli- 
age. A bright idea entered the man’s 
head, so he climbed up in the tree, and 
dropped his flies down through the 
branches and got all the fish he needed. 
I don’t know’ how he did it, without 
frightening the rest of the trout away, 
but it sounds plausible. Perhaps Mr. 
Bacheller can speak further on that sub- 
ject. 
R ules in trout fishing amount to lit- 
tle or nothing — the saying that you 
shall do this, or do that. For in- 
stance, the common assertion that, “may 
the east wind never blow,” for on such 
days there is not a bare possibility of 
getting trout. As against this I have 
caught many trout on such days; my 
finest basket of trout was caught last 
June when a northeast wind w’as blowing. 
Forget an awful lot that you read in 
books. Books serve their purpose, but 
there is a limit to their practical useful- 
ness. Study your stream well, adapt 
yourself to conditions, outfit right, then 
recognize the use of caution first, fore- 
most and all of the time. One hour 
in actual practice on a trout stream will 
teach you more than a hundred books I 
CATFISH PHILOSOPHY 
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if to see how’ he stood the story, then 
with his peculiar “Gee, that’s bigger’n 
me,” watched the stranger as he w’alked 
dow’n the bank to loosen his line from a 
bush where it had caught and turned to 
Mr. Woodhull w’ith: “Wonder if he’s 
stringin’ us? Catfish carryin’ eggs round 
in their mouths; some w’eighin’ more’n a 
hundred pounds.” 
Mr. Woodhull said he had heard the 
same before and had read of the very 
large catfish to be found in the southern 
rivers. Here w’as corroborative proof 
from a source he did not question, and 
he sat pensively digging his toe into the 
bank as was his custom when perplexed. 
T he stranger, w’hose name w’as Adams, 
resumed his seat and w’as much 
amused at Matt’s incredulity for well 
he knew w’hat w’as w’orking in the boy’s 
mind. “I once helped take some of the 
largest ones I ever saw' dowm near 
Louisiana,” he continued. “We took them 
with gallon jugs and — ” “For bait?” 
almost yelped Matt, and the look of in- 
credulity on his face was a study, while 
the two men roared with laughter. 
The lad got up from his box, leavdng 
his pole resting in the crotched stick and 
hook lying on the bank and threw a stone 
at a catbird which was sending out its 
