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A BROTHER OF THE ANGLE.--A fellow mathematician.
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When is a fisherman like a Hindoo? When he loses his cast.
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[Illustration: _Irate Landowner_ (_to Angler_). "Hi, you, sir! This is
_my_ water. You can't fish here."
_Angler._ "Oh, all right. Whose is that water up there round the bend?"
_Irate Landowner._ "Don't know: not mine. But this is."
_Angler._ "Very well. I'll wait till that flows down here!"]
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[Illustration: "MANY A SLIP."--_Boisterous Friend_ (_bursting suddenly
through the shrubbery, and prodding proprietor with his umbrella_).
"Hul-lo, Hackles, my boy! Ketching lots o' salmon!"
_Angler._ "There! Tut-t-t-t--confound you! I should ha' settled that
fish if you hadn't come bothering about! Three people coming to dinner
without notice, and only chops in the house! You'd better go and tell my
wife what you've done"]
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[Illustration: PISCATORIAL POLITENESS. (_From a Yorkshire
stream._)--_Privileged Old Keeper_ (_to member of fishing club, of
profuse and ruddy locks, who is just about to try for the big trout, a
very wary fish_). "Keep yer head doon, sir, keep yer head doon!"
(_Becoming exasperated._) "'Ord bou it, man, keep yer head doon! Yer m't
as weel come wi' a torch-leet procession to tak' a fish!"]
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[Illustration: SOMETHING LIKE PRESERVATION.--_Irate Individual._ "Are
you aware, sir, that you are fishing in preserved water?"
_'Arry_ (_not quite so innocent as he would appear_). "Preserved water!
And is all the fish _pickled_, then? Bless'd if I've seen any live 'uns
about."]
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[Illustration: _Mrs. Brown._ "Well, I must be going in a minute."
_Mr. B._ "What for?"
_Mrs. B._ "Why, I forgot to order the fish for dinner."]
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[Illustration: MORE ORNAMENTAL THAN USEFUL.--"Just give that bit o' lead
a bite atween yer teeth, will yer, matie?"
"Ain't ye got no teeth of yer own?"
"I got some, but there ain't none of 'em opposite one another."]
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[Illustration: ANTICIPATION.--_Piscator_ (_short-sighted; he had been
trolling all day for a big pike that lay in a hole about here_). "Quick,
Jarvis--the landing-net--I've got him!"
_Jarvis._ "Ah, sir, it's only an old fryin'-pan! But that will be
useful, y'know, sir, when we do catch him!"]
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