The sun., 1916-11-28
SUNS ROD AND GUN
MEN MATCH TALES
They Gather at Annual Dinner
to Swap Stories Of
Achievements.
LIGHT ON PEN NAMES
Supposedly Fictitious Contrib
utOrs Show They Can Eat
Square Meal.

Not a speaker-but the speakers at
this early morning hour are still talk
ing. s!--dropped 20 low as 70 speak
about "SuN fish, or "SuNhsh sinners
shining for all when about 2+0 young.
middle aged and-well-more elderly
persons crammed and damned the Gold
Room Of the Grand Hotel last night to
dine Inc celebrate the first annual din
ner OF the contributors OF the Rod and
Gun colupn OF THE Sun.
There was absolutely no reason on
earth why they should get together for
a dinner. IL one considered the rules and
regulations which govern folk who get
together for a dinner. Not a soul In the
Gold Room. seemingly, knew his next
door neighbor when he entered the
dining hall. Each man present. OF
course. recognized the name or nom de
plume OF the mar to whom he was In
PRODUCED when he heard the name or
pen name. But up to the moment OF
personal introduction the Introduces
had thought that the other a was
fictional.
I'D. 4. H." Comes 10 Ltght.
'Mr. Kelley. this Is Mr.. Baumel.'
Kelley. My Gawd. yuh don't mean {
say that you're the guy who has been
And are YOU the guy. Baumel, who
signs his stun The Man with the Leather
Pants" Sure! :" We'll. I'm a son OF
a gum always pictured you as an old
guy Thanks"
"'River Torrent have you met Dry
fly Never. What's your regular
monacker. Dry Fly?' Jim G. Tansey
is my regular name. River Torrent
what's yours Eddie Quarles Is my
real name. but I sign myself River Tor
rent when | write pieces for the Rod
and Why. o poor fish. you
don't mean to tell me that you are the
Protection and Pro. cation .Associa-
tion"' "'Sgawd's truth. I'm Eddie
Quarles.' We'll. I'm = son % u gun :"
"Syr-hey, Syl--wantcha meet a
! Merry Kuss.'" "Syl-" "R. Z. Syl-
vester is my" TEL 1t is. y
Merry kuss' ain't my regular label. But
pretty nifty :nd patriotic and every.
thing. isn't it? My real name is W. q
Mcgowan TIL IL is:" "Sure-and
by the way. what did you ever catch"
"Well. let's move out toward the ira
hogany-the dinner won't begin for hall
an our yet-and I'll tell you. Well
j III ~ " VI a. ult"so sot
"Y'know, I've read your stun in the
| old Press and later In THE Sun. and
I've always pictured you as an oldisf
person. fat and gray haired and every
thing and" ''T'ell did! Why
, I'm only 81 can see 1t withou'
being told. Why. you old son OF n gun
so you're the fellow. are YOU"
Little Paragraph's work.
And so 1t went. once upon a time, al
far pack AS February Is. 1896. to he eN
| act. the then New York Press printed
little paragraph which indirectly or iii
rectly was responsible for the hullabalo'
at the Grand Hotel last night.
Items OF interest to local anglers an'
fishing news for publication ran th'
very humble paragraph. lin this depart
ment should be sent In addressed to tn
! Hook and Line editor"
Every fisherman around the create
city and folk who FISH at Harry Pierce
King and Bartlett Lake on the east ant
Okkeewowwow Lake. Ind. n all point
west began to send in items of interest
The result was--and, gosh. how some %
those lads did lie that the Rod an
Gun column swclled to such proportion
that when The Press and THE SUN com
bined last summer THE SuN, despite tn
cost OF white paper. felt impe!led 10 an
nounce. among other things. that "th
Rod and Gun column hereafter Will b
found in THE SUN. The fishing an
hunting column. unique in It's way twh
add lin its way?') (which had its brit
more than twenty years ago. whe
Henry l.. Einstein purchased Tho Press
has grown from a paragraph every othe
day to a daily feature read by thou
sands"
That Is a part Of what appeared !
the Press on July 2 last. And every
thing might have gone on happily-thi