SUPPLEMENT TO THE FISHING GAZETTE 
SATURDAY, JUNE 10, 1893. 
JOTTINGS BY THE WAY. 
OUR AMERICAN COUSINS. 
A MAP, showing the eighteen new stations which 
have been opened to anglers by privilege tickets, will he 
tonnd on another page. Friday next, the 16th inst., 
■'''“I be the first day on which the new tickets are 
available. Some really good water is now opened up to 
ooarse fish anglers, audit is the intention of the Fishinq 
(gazette to publish some short articles relating to the 
^ort to be obtained at these long-distance stations. 
Ihe first article will appear in our next issue. 
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The annual meeting of the American Fisheries 
bociety will be held on Thursday, June 15, 1893, in the 
Michigan Building, Jackson Park, Chicago. 
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In connection with the Hull Times Angling Competi¬ 
tion on the Ancholme at Brigg, which will take place 
on July 24, a solid gold medal will be presented to the 
winner. May the fish bite well, for gold medal prizes 
are rare ! 
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Mb. T. R. Sachs, writing from Deal, says he is 
enjoying delightful weather, and that there is good 
fishing to be had from the pier with rod and line 
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At the Imperial Institute a large quantity of apples 
and pears, and two or three baskets of fish preserved 
in ice have been received by the s.s. Oceana from Mel¬ 
bourne, and are now on view in the Victorian Court. 
The fish are all edible and of good flavour, and are of a 
description not usually met with in British waters 
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A Little Oveesioht. 
He made great preparations 
For a day’s good sport, and smiled— 
How he would catch those “ whoppers,” 
And make “those Johnnies ” wild. 
He took his rods and tackle. 
And a tasty “ bill of fare,” 
And I tell yon, fellow anglers. 
The “ Johnny ” looked “ all there.” 
He took his punt and fixed it. 
But, alas ! sad to relate— 
He found when all was ready. 
He had come without his hait. 
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Mb. Eldbidge’s cheap excursions to Pulborough and 
Amberley are now being run from London Bridge, 
Victoria, New Cross, Peckham Bye, East Dulwich, 
Penge, Clapham Junction, and East Croydon, as follows: 
On Sunday (day only), 2s. 6d. ; Sunday to Monday, 
3s. 6d.; Saturday to Sunday, Ss. 6d. ; Saturday to 
Monday, 43. 6d. Children under twelve half price. 
Privilege tiokets 6d. (available for whole season), to be 
obtained at the Rose and Crown, 21, Goswell-road. 
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_ East London has been in possession for some time of 
its People’s Palace. A like boon will shortly be 
available for the dense population of the south-west 
district of the metropolis, for we gather from the 
report of the governing body of the Battersea Poly¬ 
technic Institute that that undertaking is approaching 
completion, and will probably be open to the public 
before the end of this year. The Battersea Polytechnic 
has grown out of the Albert Palace, and the new build¬ 
ing stands upon a site of about two and a quarter 
acres of land acquired from the owners of the palace. 
The building, when completed, will be a handsome onei 
and a priceless acquisition to the neighbourhood 
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Mr. Fbancis Scaman Dymoke, J.P., the Queen’s 
Champion, died at Horncastle recently, at the age of 
sixty-five. Deceased is succeeded by his only son, Mr. 
Francis Scaman Dymoke. The office of Queen’s 
Champion is to ride up Westminster Hall on Corona¬ 
tion Day and challenge anyone who disputes the rigth 
of succession. 
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We have always been taught to look upon the robin as 
a harmless little creature above suspicion, but times 
have changed, and now the Kent people have lodged an 
indictment against the “poor thing” that is likely to 
make for him many enemies. A correspondent, writing 
from the Cray Fishery, Foots Cray, says “ Probably 
owing to the drought, or absence of rain and insect 
food, we have been infested by robins that dab into the 
water like a kingfisher, and devour the young fishes in 
our stream to a pretty tune. We have always proteeted 
the robin as a perfectly harmless, if quarrelsome, little 
bird ; but toleration must have its limit, and the time of 
that limitation has now fully come, for if not soon 
stopped we shall not have a single young trout or gray¬ 
ling left to us. The kingfisher and robin are our 
prettiest British birds, and I am very sorry to have to 
bring so severe an aecusation against the latter. But 
indisputable facts speak for themselves. Either the 
robins and kingfishers must go, or the more valuable 
fishes. Once you get a bird on trout he never leaves 
them for any other food.” 
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The space at my disposal will not allow of more than 
merely recording the fact that “Dragnet” has been 
banqueting every night this week. On Monday, at the 
North London clubhouse, Holloway, with President 
Hoyle in the chair ; on Tuesday, at the St. John’s, with 
President Paterson in the chair, supported by Mr. H. J. 
Tibbatts; on Wednesday, at the Lady of the Lake, with 
Mr. W. P. Manning occupying the post of honour ; and 
on Thursday, with the New Albion Piscatorials. The 
word “ success” will apply to all four of these functions, 
and a full report will appear in our next issue, 
(Prom the “ American Field.”) 
Fishing, says W. P. Merill, by wading in the brooks 
and rivers where hook and bait only can be used should 
be entirely prohibited. It is sure destruction to the 
trout family sooner or later. State hatcheries by the 
dozens cannot keep up the supply, for the very good 
reason that nearly every stream in the woods, large 
enough to support a trout two inches long, is swarming 
every Sunday and two or three days through the week 
tnen and bo.ys (not sportsmen, let me say), who 
catch and keep all trout that are large enough to bite, 
regardless of the six-inch law or any other. 
Speckled brook trout in the spawning seasons make 
their way to the swift waters of brooks and rivers, the 
large ones going to the larger streams and the small 
ones to the smaller waters. They deposit their spawn 
and after the proper time has elapsed the little fellows 
hatch out. In these cold, swift waters they make their 
“0“^® they are four or five inches in length, and 
then they begin to look for deeper and larger waters — 
you always find the largest trout.in the deep holes or 
in the open waters of lake or pond. It is in the home 
of the small trout that this wholesale destruction is 
perpetrated. I have seen, in the vicinity of my house, 
men had been fishing by wading, who had eight- 
quart pails nearly full of trout, having in numbers from 
1 l 5 to 150, the whole lot weighing five or six pounds, 
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(Prom “ Forest and Stream.”) 
The fol owing is the menu of some jolly anglers ; — - 
Potage. 
Julienne. Cream of asparagus. 
Broiled brook trout, a la Maitre d’HOtel. 
ommes en surprise. Boiled brook trout, Diplomate. 
Pommes duchesse. 
Smoked brook trout. Astronomical Emery, 
a la camp Superior. 
Boiled ham, champagne sauce. 
Baron of beef, ii la Armour tin can. 
Brown potatoes, very brown. 
Breast of pheasant, plump a la Parisienne. 
French peas, a la tin can. 
Roast goose, in dubio. Lemon sherbet, in futurio. 
Potted pigeon, in nubibus. 
Mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, brown potatoes, 
all-round potatoes. Chicken salad. 
Plum pudding, a la tin can. 
Native huckleberries. Island strawberries. 
Ginger snaps. Angel toast. 
Bent’s water crackers. Sault Ste. Marie hard tack. 
Nuts, raisins, ad libitum. 
Caf<5 noir. Cigars, 
(Prom “ Shooting and Pishing.” 
The New; York Tribune, in an article “ England at 
Chicago,” refers at length to a comprehensive catalogue, 
descriptive of the British section in the exhibition, and 
makes extended mention of Mr. Robert Bright Marston, 
editor of the Fishmg Gazette, London, “ who contri¬ 
butes to the catalogue a delightful chapter on angling.” 
He expressos the pleasure which an Englishman expe¬ 
riences in watching the progress and development of 
field sports in America, and particularly the strong and 
univepal hold which the sport of angling has in the 
affections of the American people. “ Hanging on the 
walls of my fishing library,” he says, “ are fine old con¬ 
temporary engravings of two noted anglers—one was the 
saviour of the Old World, the other of the New — Nelson 
and Washington.” "Then Mr. Marston pays a delightful 
tribute to some of his contemporaries. “ A matter of 
congratulation to ns anglers also is that the present 
twice-elected President of the United States is an en¬ 
thusiastic angler, as is also his charming wife.” Mr. 
Marston suggests that it would be interesting if a match 
could be arranged at the World’s Fair between the Eng¬ 
lish experts in the Nottingham style of casting a bait 
from the reel, and American experts in the American 
style, under conditions fair to both sides looking to 
peculiarities of the respective methods. This reminds 
me that, at the request of the New York World, I com¬ 
piled the records of fly and bait casting in this country 
and England—Thames, Nottingham, and our black bass, 
striped bass casting—for the World Almanac for this 
year, so that the records of the two countries and the 
various styles can easily be compared, and the difference 
in distance noted. 
Just as I was about to close my notes for this week, 
I received a letter from Mr. Wm. Senior, dated in Chi¬ 
cago, where he has come to see the World’s Fair, in 
general, and the angling exhibit in particular, I imagine. 
I need not tell the readers of this journal, that Mr. 
Senior is the angling editor of the Field, London, and 
one of the most distinguished anglers in Great Britain. 
Since the organisation of the Fly-Fishers’ Club, London, 
Mr. Senior has been a member of its executive com¬ 
mittee, a. d the last Annual of the club, published this 
year, contains his portrait, he being the first member to 
bo so complimented. As “ Red Spinner,” Mr. Senior 
has made valuable contributions to our angling litera¬ 
ture, and when, a few years ago, one of our leading 
magazines desired a typical article upon English angling, 
the publisher went to Mr. Senior for ib. For his own 
sake American anglers will delight to honour him during 
his stay in this country, which I regret to say will be 
brief, as he sails for home May 27, for the two English 
anglers who come nearest to the hearts of American 
fishermen, because of the friendly sentiments which flow 
from their pens, are, perhaps, Wm. Senior and Robert 
B. Marston, his friend. 
GROUND BAIT. 
“No, Walton won’t join our trouting excursion this 
year. He says he’d rather stay at home and play with 
that wonderful first baby.” “ Ah, I see—spare the rod 
and spoil the child ! ” 
It was Sunday morning at Reigate, and a little boy 
was slowly wandering along the country lane—as muddy 
as muddy could be. He held a string of fish in his 
hand, and they were dangling in the summer dust. He 
turned the curve, and his muddy face blanched—there 
was the minister straight ahead 1 No escape for 
Sammy 1 The minister looked serious. “Ah, you’re 
doing it again, Sammy. Well, I expected it. Where 
did you get those fish this time ? Did you steal them ? ” 
“ No, sir,” murmured the grimy backslider, “I merely 
hooked ’em ! ” 
OwNEB of fishpond (to man who is trespassing): 
“Don’t you see that sign, ‘No Fishing Here ’ f ” 
Angler (with an injured air); “ Yes, and I dispute it. 
Why, there’s good fishing here; look at this basketful. 
The man must have been mad who put that board up.” 
Vebt fat Angler: “Sonny, can you tell me the 
quickest way I can get to the station?” Rude Boy 
(after looking him over carefully) ; “ I sh’d say you’d 
better lay down ’n roll over ’bout twice.” 
It is estimated that 130,000,000 oysters are yearly 
received at Liverpool from abroad. 
A FISH hawker was soliciting a lady’s custom, but 
found his efforts unavailing. Wishing to know the 
cause of her refusal, he pressed her to tell him why she 
declined to buy. “Well,” said the lady, “those last 
soles I bought of you bad to be thrown away ; they were 
not fit to be eaten.” “ Ah, mum,” said the fishmonger, 
“that was entirely your fault.” “Mine! How so?” 
asked the lady. “ Why, you see, mum, I was calling 
those soles before your door at least a week before you 
would have them.” _ 
Tomkins: ‘‘Merryman, what is an agnostic?” 
Merryman : “Why, it’s a fellow that don’t believe in 
neither doctors nor preachtra, so long as he can go 
fishing.” 
A “ SHADY ” proceeding—the under cast. 
Oh, fisherman I Oh, fisherman ! pray toll the reason why 
Dame Nature has bestowed on you a magnifying eye. 
If you had caught a gudgeon, you will fell your friends 
with pride 
How your struggle in the landing of “ Jack ” your good 
net tried. 
But when asked to show the monster, do you think it 
right to say 
That your landing net collapsed, and thus the good fish 
got away ? 
Mbs. Jokeb (reflectively): “ I wonder how it is why 
men will go to fishing clubs?” Mr. J.; “It may be, 
my dear, because the fishing clubs can’t come to them.” 
PiscATOE : “ Flies ? Midges ? Gnats ? Pooh ! They 
never molest me. You see, I always anoint my coun¬ 
tenance and digits with a charming mixture, of which 
asafoetida, tobacco, coal tar, raw petroleum, and pepper¬ 
mint are the leading ingredients. This precautionary 
measure, renewed from time to lime, I find most suc¬ 
cessful.” 
“ Chalk full! ” as the milkman said when asked how 
much lacteal fluid his cans contained. 
Winch : “ The other day I went to a ‘ new-found-out,’ 
and when I got home I had a terrible dream.” Rod : 
“ What did you dream? ” “I dreamt I went to it again.” 
Not the Gbeat Eastebn. —“I have been on this 
line seven weeks,” said the guard to a passenger com¬ 
plaining of the slow travelling, “ and know what I am 
talking about.” “ Seven weeks I What station did you 
get in at?” _ 
“ Opt in the stilly night.”— Katz. 
“Whebe do the largest strawberries come from?” 
Tommy ; “ Prom the top of the baskets.” 
“Captain, why do they distribute liquor to sailors 
on board ship ? ” “ Well, you know, every Jack should 
have his gill.” _ 
First Anglbb: “Excuse me, sir, but I notice that 
you are looking at me closely. Is there anything about 
me that is familiar? ” Second Angler : “ Yes, there is 
—my rod.” _ 
Astbonomy Exteaoedinaby. —In a small village to 
the east of Doncaster there lived recently an old man 
who thought himself a modern astronomer. On one 
occasion some boys were talking about the rising and 
setting of the sun. Overheariag their conversation, he 
said he would tell them all about it. He said : “ Noo, to 
tell thoo the truth, lads, it sets at Doncaster at nioht, 
and slithers back here agin behind the clouds ready for 
morning.” 
