Baggage 
Coming 
Back 
The hide of that old grizzly—a thrill you’ll remember for 
the rest of your life'—the big mountain ram that proved 
your endurance and marksmanship — the moose with mas¬ 
sive antlers or the big buck that had you guessing. 
And When They’re Mounted 
the excitement, adventure and thrill of the hunt are lived over again and 
again. Try a real trophy trip but be sure to go into the right districts. If 
you want grizzlies, black and brown bear, moose, bighorn sheep, mountain 
goats, caribou or deer get reliable information now and plan your trip via 
Canadian Pacific 
Write to A. O. Seymour 
General Tourist Agent, Canadian Pacific Railway 
Montreal, Canada 
Get them 
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for you 
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body, oil painted, fold small, live action. Ask dealer 
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4432 N. Campbell Ave., Dept. F, Chicago. 
HERE THEY 
ARE AGAIN! 
Miss Fawcett’s Home School for Older Girls 
In the best residential part of New York City. A quiet, 
refined, intellectual atmosphere. Opportunity for special 
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school available August 15tli. 
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The fishing is great! They bite and 
fight with all their might! Gamey 
black bass, perch, and pickerel 
caught in the swift current of the 
St. Lawrence River. Real sport! 
The 1000 Island House is the largest 
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Thousand Islands and is the center 
of activity for participation in sports 
of all kinds. 
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road maps. 
turbed. It ain’t no sport fer song an’ 
dance, I’ll travel with trout-grumblers 
THAT fur. Let leaves keep you hid 
as much as possible. Them creek 
banks is cushions an’ a fish c’n hear 
and feel you, when you step heavy- 
footed. Mebbe I’d better walk up t’ 
th’ lane with you folks . . . purty 
dark, if you don’t know these woods 
. . . an’ you DON’T.” 
We soon reached the turn and the 
open path, a gutter of stars above us, 
between those walls of impenetrable 
forest. 
Chip was speaking to me, now. 
“Say,” he declared, “say. God! You 
got a right to be real proud uv that kid 
uv yourn. If he’d been trout fishin’ 
ever sinct he was weaned frum th’ 
bottle, he couldn’t have done better. 
That fish’ll taste prime tonight fer 
your supper. Must be a lot uv sat-is- 
faction t’ you t’ chum around with such 
a boy, Good night.” 
Trudging along the lane, wet but 
happy, we had said nothing for a few 
minutes. Sonny broke the silence. 
“Father,” he said, “I was glad I got 
one . . . just because you was along 
and you could see. Do you think I’ll 
ever be a wonderful trout fisherman 
. . . like YOU?” 
“Son,” was the answer, “you have 
me beaten NOW. I’m going to take 
lessons from YOU. Did you hear what 
Mister Chip said? He thought I 
should be proud to have you as a chum 
on trips like this. Well . . . I’m more 
proud than I’ll ever be able to tell 
you!” 
His answer was enigmatic. 
What do YOU think . . . you Fath¬ 
ers of boys? 
“Yes, but it’s not like having a 
friend ... or somebody from your 
office ... or ... or a real grown-up 
man. I’m just—just a kid. I’m only 
your—well . . . you know what I mean 
. . . your son.” 
* * * 
Opportunity was accorded on the 
following day to visit Dan Beard’s 
camp for boys in Lackawaxen town¬ 
ship, and we put off our proposed trout 
expedition, in order to take advantage 
of what I knew to be a fruitful jaunt. 
We walked to the village and then 
drove over, there to have the privilege 
of meeting men whose characters, 
ideals and life works, were invaluable 
for the growing boy. It was an “Old 
home week” for celebrities, with special 
emphasis on lovable Dan Beard him¬ 
self, dean of them all. We chatted 
with John Phillips, the State Game 
Commissioner, Rev. Jesse Dodd, who 
had come all the way up from a town 
in Georgia to mingle with the lads and 
give them a Sabbath talk . . . and Dr. 
Parker Syms, a noted New York Sur¬ 
geon—and last, but certainly not least, 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. It will identify you. 
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