The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-11-11
HARDING GETS
80 LIB. TARPON.,
200 FOR WIFE
New White House Mistress
Brings Sea Monster
to Boat.
HALE FINISHES BATTLE
President-Elec Lands Four
Foot Fish After Hours
Tussle.
HALE FINISHES BATTLE
GOLF A FORGOTTEN ART
Nominee Deserts Links for
Launch-Speaks in Browns
vile To-day.

Special Despatch TO THE NEW York HERALD.
POINT ISABEL, Tex, Nov. lot is
II o'clock in the morning in this part
of the United States, noon in New
York, and diamond brilliant sunshine
floods the struggling hamlet Few
persons are ashore; most of them are
out on sand spot two miles distant
az the gulls fly from Point Isabel,
where exciting events are forward
The only building on this stretch Of
clean white sand is the station OF the
Coast Guard folk. On the shady porch
sit Harry Daugherty, Senator Har-
ding's political manager, and Malcolm
Jennings of Columbus, Ohio, one of
the Senator's playmates. They like
fishing but they believe as the Turks
do about dancing-that it Is more
amusing to have others do it for them.
So they sit and smoke as their gaze
holds lazily to the group at the edge
of the sea and the rowboats bobbing
up and down a stones throw from the
shore.
Noticeable in the group on the beach
is a gentleman somewhat past middle
age. who wears an outing shirt open at
the throat a pair of brown khaki over
alls and white tennis sneakers. He
chews at an unlighted cigar of diminu-
tive size and smiles with pride and hap
piness as he looks down upon great
silver fish that is the prize of his skill
and tenacity.
This man has been considerably in
the public eye OF late and will be more
prominent in years to come. He Is
Warren q. Harding. President-elect OF
the United States. gloating over his first
tarpon.
Weighs Eighty Pounds.
AS tarpons go II is not so much to
gloat over The silver beauty is only
four feet and half long. and does not
weigh more than eighty pounds but 1t
is Mr.. Hardings first. the victim of his
patience and his ardor for a new sport.
The earnest fish that swim the sea
Knocked him yesterday; they broke his
line, they worked his enthusiasm up to
feverish temperature. He has been out
since early morning, and his irst tar
BON has succumbed after half an hours
battle that leaves him physically weary
but enormously refreshed mentally. He
is thinking what pity it is that he
could not land the big fellow he had
on his hook the day before. Nobody
will ever convince him that this fish
was less than eight feet long or under
$50 pounds in weight. Uncle Warren
will tell them If they ask him 'lat the
biggest fish are the ones that get away.
These meditations are swept away by
a shout from the sea. The shouter Is
Fred G. Hale, United States Senator
from the State of Maine, although you
would never guess It to look at him
now. His golf suit is sodden and
streaked with sea water. his face is wet
with sweat. his hands are swollen and
bruised from struggling with tarpon that
weigh more than himself. For the
moment he couldn't tell you whether
Article Y. of the League of Nations re-
ferred to the Irish question or abolished
the sale of liquor I'm Madagascar. He
Is hopelessly and fatally bitten by the
tarpon bug. and he will never be the
same again. They get that way.
His high pitched shout. his frantic