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Title: Book of the Royal blue
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Baltimore and Ohio railroad company. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Middle Atlantic States -- Description and travel
Publisher: Baltimore
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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here. How have you feUows done? They had nine. But weve got the prize beauty of the lot,bragged Harry Garnett. I w^ouldnt give himfor your entire catch. He held up the finest black bass you ever saw.It measured over three feet and weighed fifteenand one-half pounds. We caught it—that is, Icaught it, at the mouth of the canal. I lost a big one there, I said. Hookedhim in the side and after a grand struggle he torehimself loose. Smith, I believe thats your fish, whisperedJones. Look at that hole in his side. Sureenough. Howdidyoudothat, Garnett:- That tear? Cant imagine. Weve been won-dering how it could have happened. Why, theresa whole handful of flesh gone. Here it is, I .said, picking up the piece offlesh I had removed from my hooks. See if itfits. Perfectly. The badly wounded fish had taken Garnettshook twenty minutes after tearing himself from The following night at Titusville, I told thestory of that memorable incident to a crowd ofveteran Florida crackers. The recital was fol-
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SEVENTEEN PODNDS. lowed by dead silence and an exchange of masonicglances. Finally an aged warrior remarked: Live in the State, suh? No. Frum the Nawth? New York. Been here long? Two weeks. Then scuse me; but low me to say youreraakin rao progress as a liar than eny chap whutever come frum yo section. He meant fisli yarijing, so I could not getmad. I have never yet fovuid any person to be-lieve this tale. No wonder some folk imagineme to be a humorist. Id rather fish than writefor a living. — Victor Smith (Ncip York Press). 20 BOOK OF THE ROYAL BLUE. WHIZZ AND FIZZ. Behokl A poet, old— And thin. As if hed rassled sin For years and years. But have no fears; He hasnt. What hes done Has been to manufacture fun For the reading public. Also other things That a poet sings. Including yawps. Gee whiz! Those is What makes the wrinkles that vou see. The lines of care. The thin pale hair. The fuzzy whiskers on his chin. The long, gaunt nirk That rises from liis wreck Of clothes. Hes got the

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