To the Editor of the "Nonru-Cama Dat News."
Sir,—Even as yourself it is long since I set eyes on the green cover, on that portrait of the immortal Izaak Walton.
About the year 1900 it was my privilege to "nurse" the "Gazette" zealously and conscienviously each week in the humble capacity of "reader." Disciples of "the gentle art" may be shy, chivalrous, and so forth; but they most assuredly, in the majority of instances, are lacking _lamentably in the gentle art of calligraphy.
I well remember that we "went to press" on Thursdays, and from eight in the morning until nigh on midnight I was wrestling with the task of deciphering the "hidden
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.