Partners 
Sonny Boy Has Gone Fishing .... 
E VERY fibre in his tiny frame is taut. In his heart swells the unpent emotions, gathered in years of hope 
and yearning. In his eyes is the sparkle that shines only in the eyes of youth. In his hand, the growing, 
tender sinews tighten around the reel and shake and tremble—but only a little. V ith him, marches the 
hopes and dreams of years. . . - 
For Sonny Boy is now a fisherman. . . . Behind him is Treasure Island and its lusty pirates with their 
cork le°“s and their shining cutlasses. Behind him is Robinson Crusoe and his desert island and his man hnday. 
\11 of the mystery, all of the thrills of the Arabian Nights, pales and wanes before the gaze of Sonny Boy who 
looks out upon his great adventure. To-day, he easts his line and waits with fluttering heart fdr the big one 
which has lived with him so constantly in dreams and wistful gaze. 
But Sonny Boy is not alone in his great happiness. . . . With him goes another . . . one who lives with 
a joy that is strange and new to him, a joy greater than that brought by the crashing moose or the wild leap 
of a salmon. With Sonny Boy is father and now these two are together once more. 
Oh' you fishermen ... Oh! you hunters ... Oh 1 you campers and mountain climbers—all’ of you who 
know the golden moments of life with fish and beast. . . . Listen to the song in the heart of Sonny Boy as it 
spins to the tune of his dreams. ... 
In Florida, in Miami, in the tranquil South, in the home of leaping fish and rolling waters is Livingston 
Earned with his Sonny Boy. Washed clean of misunderstanding, pulsating with a common spirit and common 
hope—father and son together have set forth on their great adventure and Sonny Boy will now shew Captain 
Kidd and all his crew what, he, Sonny Boy, can do. . . . Each month, you are going with them. You are go- 
in°- to sit around their campfire, you are going to listen to the chuckle in Sonny Boy’s heart, you are going to 
see the quiet glow that comes to the soul of a father as he recounts their thrills and joys as he watenes the 
building of a little man. 
But wait . . . what about your Sonny Boy? What of his soul and his heart, his fibres and his nerves? 
What of his imaginings and his adventures? Is it to be food, clothing and school and is it to end with these? 
Is it to be a pair of wistful eyes as they follow you in your departure and say good-bye with a tightening at the 
heart which you cannot know and can never feel? Is it to be a boy, home, alone with a silent, yearning, 
aching heart—a boy who waits expectantly until you return and then thrusts open your creel and drags forth 
triumphantly, your biggest one? Or is your Sonny Boy going along. . . . 
In the family of Forest and Stream, there is room for your Sonny Boy. There is a place for him and a 
place for millions of Sonny Boys, who live everywhere in the land. Let's take them along. . . . W here is there 
a better place for your boy than by your side as you wade your favorite stream? Where is there a better place 
to build in him those thoughts that endure, that great, clean understanding of life in the open. . . . 
Richer than the richest heritage that sportsmen ever knew, is the companionship of your own Sonny Boy. 
Richer than the thrill of gun and rod and reel, richer even than the glowing sun-set and the wondrous open 
spaces is his hand in yours as you walk out together as one. . . . 
Let’s take him along. . . . 
Give him a rod and reel and let these speak to him just as they have spoken to you and let him under¬ 
stand their beautiful song. Let him go out and breath the freshness of the open spaces . . . let him live 
underneath the tall trees ... let him listen to the call of the birds and let him feel that glorious battle just as 
1 you have felt it. . . . 
Better than all of the fishing partners, better than your oldest and truest one is the partnership of Sonny 
Boy. Watch him as he struggles with his first big one and know the glorious joy of building a fisherman— 
your fisherman. . . . Watch him at sun-set as he rushes and scampers with over-flowing glee in his wondrous 
joy and if a smile comes to your face and maybe a tear to your eye, you will then know the happiness of these: 
“for of these is the Kingdom of Heaven. . . . 
For you and Sonny Boy and Forest and Stream are partners. . . . Together, let’s march into the great out¬ 
doors! Together, let’s take him fishing? Forest and Stream will spur him on . . . Forest and Stream is reach¬ 
ing out for the hand of all the Sonny Boys in this land, reaching to bring them the joys which it has brought 
you, so that they may know the treasures that you have known. Lend us your boy . . . for youth is beautiful, 
it gleams with brightness, with its own illusions, its aspirations and dreams . . . undaunted . . . unafraid. . . • 
Lend us your boy and let us help him to dreams that will live with him and never know decay. . . . 
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