The Washington herald., 1922-07-02
Party Captures Seasons
Fishing Record and
First Trout.
ENCOUNTER STORM
Washington Motorists Spend
Enjoyable Day at
Angling Resort.
By CHARLES NJ. O'NEILL,
Automobile Editor,

blue-green waves adance, tang OF
the salt-sea air, hungry -mouthed
fish, a perfectly performing motor
. car-and what more could mortal
man wish? All these, and more.
contributed to a day of sport, speed
and splendor experienced by a
party of Washington tourists who
journeyed Tuesday to the fishing
grounds OF Benedict. Md.
Fishing tackle aboard. good fell
lowship occupying the front seat
cares forgotten in the anticipation
of day of recreation, and the hope
of a good catch" all gave to the
party an auspicious start, when.
early in the day, a Dodge touring
car drove from the Semmes Motor
Company. Pop" Wafie at the
wheel.
The sun, which had made several
Intellectual attempts at coming
out from behind the enveloping
blanket of clouds that overcast the
Skies caused some concern to the
party, for though fish are said to
n,
more likely to bite when the sun is
hidden, the members Of the party
had no desire to be drenched.
Leave City Limits.
Through downtown streets, peo-
pied early with INDUSTRIOUS folk on
their way to work, crossing care
fully the intersecting streets, Pop"
guided the powerful little car.
Swinging past the Capitol, then
along Pennsylvania avenue and out
into open country that was glori-
Gus to behold, went the party.
Save for detour the roads were
in excellent shape and the miles
sped hurriedly behind as the efn-
cient and careful Pop" perceiving
straight roads ahead. gave her the
gas, causing the motor to show
its heels" Scarcely perceptible to
the occupants, though, was the
burst of speed. for the car clunE
hard and fast to the roadway,
rode" each depression with cush-
ioned ease and demonstrated in
ample fashion the riding qualities
embodied in this seasons Dodge
touring car.
Beautiful Landscape.
Open country. punctuated here
and there with quaint little farm
houses that seemed to house gray
haired little mothers of the good.
old-fashioned type" gave a fresh
ness 10 the surroundings and be-
thought one of vacations spent in
rural communities where are vine
clad cottages and deep-mouthed
wells. Truly. rural scenes of ex-
Puisite beauty are commonplace
along the highway between Wash
lngton and Camp Springs.
The terrain that stretches be-
tween Camp Springs and Clinton.
through which runs a macadam
- road that is delight to the mo-
torist. Is glorious in summer Earb.
Fields that stretch to the farthest
horizon. home sites prettily gar
dened and gabled. woodlands, silent.
s cool and thick with summer under
brush. are on every hand. One
seems in an enchanted land where
are peace and beauty of landscape
puietude and Nature in all her
grandeur
Scenery UnexceIIed.
Waldorf, whose approach is re-
SpIendent with all the fashioning
Of the infinite art-vestments of
Deistic weave-finds one enthraIled
with the beauty that surrounds the
little town. No words. however
graphic, are capable Of recounting.
even slightly. the realism of one
mile Of roadway along this high
way.
Hughesville. where the road turns
Sharply toward the party's distina-
'tion. Benedict. already was we'll
into the days work and the tour
lists saw market gardeners busy in
the task of cultivating land that
already had yielded one crop and
tade fair to soon give forth an
otner harvest. The town itself.
typically representative of hamlets
In CHARLES County. affords one a.
taste OF rurality that is not-dis-
tasteful.
soon' because of the propeIling
power that drove the vehicle over
MIL and dale at a steady pace, a
stretch OF water. Patuxent River,
came sharply into view. The sun
had now succeeded in escaping the
clouded skies and the view from
atop a hill beggars all description.
~A' "ANc at lHlS point, was
smooth as a millpond and flowing
gently toward its delta. The sun.
casting its rays upon the waters
surface, drew fanciful and fantas-
tic designs Of light upon the gleam-
ing stream and bathed 1t erfuI-
gently with a luminance that can
come only from the sun.
Reach Benedict.
Into the little township of Bene-
dict came the party, where the un-
mistakable but invigorating odor
of salt water whetted the fishing
appetites of the anglers, who by
this time were "rearin' to go"
Chugging motorboats coursed the
riverway, fishing craft of every de-
scription were moored to the many
wharfs and phantom-seemine
sailboat far downstream gave the
place an air that bespoke James
Connelly's sea lore in miniature.
Quickly consummated negotia-
tions with a native boat owner,
cap" J. R. Shorter, assured the
party of an immediate start for ,he
fishing grounds, for hardly had the
bargain been made than the
Daisy" with all aboard, was
thrusting her sturdy bow into the
stream. With the colorfuI "Old
Glory" swapping In the wind as 1t
faced the breezes from astern, and
with everybody happy" amidships,
the sail six miles downstream to
nA Ill