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Show oooooooooooooooooooooooooo i 1 1 1 i i 1 1 i i i i 1 1 i i 1 1 ; 1 i 1 i 1 MY FAVORITE STORIES By IRVIN S. COBB (Copyright.) The Opinion of an Expert My father-in-law, who lives in Savannah, Sa-vannah, Is fond of fishing. He has a friend residing in the nearby city of Charleston who, if such a thing be possible, pos-sible, is fonder even of fishing than my father-in-law Is. This Charleston gentleman hired a negro boatman to take him on an angling an-gling expedition. Before starting, the negro was quite sanguine of a satisfactory satis-factory catch. He knew, he said, exactly ex-actly the right place to anchor with the certainty of plenty of strikes. Nevertheless, an hour or more passed during which the patron did not feel a single nibble. He changed baits, he shifted his position, he did everything an experienced angler should do, yet no bite rewarded him. He was a patient man, as all good fishermen must be, but there Is a limit to patience. "Look here, Bob," he said at length, "are you sure this Is the place where you brought those other gentlemen yesterday when they made such a good catch?" "Yassuh, this yere is de lndentlcal spot." "Are you certain we have the right sort of bait?" "Yassuh, we got de very best bait dey is." "How about the tide, then?" "De tide suits exactly, boss," said Bob. "Well, you told me before we started start-ed that the weather was perfect for fishing today. If the weather Is right and the tide and the bait, and If we've come to the right spot, what's the reason rea-son Tm not getting any results? I'm not kicking, you understand. I'm merely asking your professional opinion opin-ion as an expert." "Boss," said Bob, "de trouble is dat de fish ain't yere whut de water call fur." |