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A man was telling some friends about a proposed fishing trip to a lake in Colorado which he had in contemplation. "Are there any trout out there?" asked one friend. "Thousands of 'em," replied Mr. Wharry. "Will they bite easily?" asked another friend. "Will they?" said Mr. Wharry. "Why they're absolutely vicious. A man has to hide behind a tree to bait a hook." "Now how do you suppose Noah spent the time in the ark during the flood?" the Sunday-school teacher asked. "Prayin'," suggested Willie. "Fishin'," ventured Dick. "Humph!" grunted Willie contemptuously. "Twould be fine fishin' wid only two worms, wouldn't it?"

The late Justice Brewer was with a party of New York friends on a fishing trip in the Adirondacks, and around the camp fire one evening the talk naturally ran on big fish. When it came his turn the jurist began, uncertain as to how he was going to come out: "We were fishing one time on the Grand Banks for-erfor" "Whales," somebody suggested. "No," said the Justice, "we were baiting with whales." "Lo, Jim! Fishin'?" "Naw; drowning worms."

We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did"; and so (if I might be judge), God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. --Izaak Walton.