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Show b BILL SWEARS OFF 1 CORNER By Richard H. Wilkinson 1QILL Clifford is off women for life. Dagmar Fanchon is the reason. It happened this way. Carolyn, Bill's sister, brought Dagmar up to the Clifford camp on Lake Winnepesaukee last June after school closed. The two girls had been roommates at Wellesley. Bill's mother and father and Bill were all pres- I ent. Bill was up 3 -Minilt8 from New York Fiction for ". annual I two weejcs vaca. tion. As a rule women didn't interest Bill very much. But this Dagmar female bowled him over. She was a brunette with dark brown eyes and a petite figure. Bill took one look at her and fell. Even so, Dagmar, who rather went for Bill also, had competition. For Bill was a man with a hobby. Fishing. He was nuts on it, and as usual had planned to spend his annual an-nual two weeks frisking about In coves and inlets and bays with rod and line. It depressed him to think he'd have to divide his time between be-tween flirting with trout and flirting flirt-ing with Dagmar. Bnt on the second day the situation was settled. For Dagmar, Dag-mar, after listening to one of Bill's fish stories, announced that she thought fishing must be fun and would Bill take her? They set out the next morning in Bill's outboard. Bill produced a couple of Whirling Duns and ! tiimmmumummiMtnun mm m Very patiently BiK unsnarled her line from an overhangint bough and explained how tit ' thing was done. 10 proceeded to rig tackle. "Fisb in ,s sensitive to color," he explainei "On a day as bright as this dull r fly does the trick." They entered a cove, cut the motor mo-tor and drifted. "We'll be jure to land something here," Bill a-plained. a-plained. He cast and Dagmar cast Very patiently Bill unsnarled her te from an overhanging bough ui explained how the thing was done. Dagmar nodded and tried again. THEY fished for an hour and failed to land the big ons Bll promised. It grew cloudy and the sun disappeared. "Ah," Bill H "We'd better change to M11 fly." Dagmar suddenly n "There's something pulling n W line!" . "YOU'Ve gOt B DHCI u 1 "Start reeling in!" He got up and stumbled over i creel. When he looked up Dago" was holding her line clear of f water. A ten-inch trout was angling an-gling on the hook. "No!" Bill yelled. "Tha" J the way! You've got to play bte. But Dagmar didn't understand. She began swinging the a pendulum. Presently she cau the line on the up awing and W it, the 10-incher iquirming on hook. TOOK out!" Bill yeUed.' Llose him! ', You've got to play him! Brings in with a net!" But Dagmar said: 1 . see what's wrong wtt i -method. After all, the idea . fc U catch fish, isn't It?" dropped the trout, hook, Une all in the bottom of Ita ( Bill made a lunge at he r but he tripped again fell The outboard wabbled. i caught off balance, threw hands to brace herself, ,tW gunwale and went board. Bill was f"?' water, and it wasn't until n ( down and come P 7 could t tag, that he remembered n not swim. He yelled, " around with his hands , ping a lot of water. He w , again and camt up. he felt pair of , H him underneath the shojde , clutched fjSw i something hit him a aw on the jaw. . a V When BUI opened W fil 1 was lying on shore. vs close by, wringing out ne BU saup. XatSeS . Dagmar smiled. jctlIn Bill thought back, and W' hi. memory conjured humiliating. Right ft ff2S of he made his resolve tBM women for life. Unless, o h. marries Dagmar Fnc |