practicable."

I can think of nothing more impracticable than trying to drown a fish
under any conditions, upstream or down, but I suppose that Mr.
Garrow-Green knows what he is talking about.

And in at least one of his passages I follow him perfectly. In speaking
of the time of day for fly-fishing in the spring he says:

"'Carpe diem' is a good watchword when trout are in the humor." At
least, I know a good pun when I see one.

LII

"SCOUTING FOR GIRLS"

"Scouting for Girls" is not the kind of book you think it is. The verb
"to scout" is intransitive in this case. As a matter of fact, instead of
being a volume of advice to men on how to get along with girls, it is
full of advice to girls on how to get along without men, that is, within
reason, of course.

It is issued by the Girl Scouts and is very subtle anti-man propaganda.
I can't find that men are mentioned anywhere in the book. It is given
over entirely to telling girls how to chop down trees, tie knots in
ropes, and things like that. Now, as a man, I am very jealous of my
man's prerogative of chopping down trees and tying knots in ropes, and I
resent the teaching of young girls to usurp my province in these
matters. Any young girl who has taken one lesson in knot-tying will be
able to make me appear very silly at it. After two lessons she could tie
me hand and foot to a tree and go away with my watch and commutation
ticket. And then I would look fine, wouldn't I? Small wonder to me that
I hail the Girl Scout movement as a menace and urge its being nipped in
the bud as you would nip a viper in the bud. I would not be surprised if
there were Russian Soviet money back of it somewhere.

A companion volume to "Scouting for Girls" is "Campward, Ho!" a manual
for Girl Scout camps. The keynote is sounded on the first page by a
quotation from Chaucer, beginning:

"_When that Aprille with his schowres swoote
The drought of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathus every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour._"

One can almost hear the girls singing that of an evening as they sit
around the campfire tying knots in ropes. It is really an ideal camping
song, because even the littlest girls can sing the words without
understanding what they mean.

But it really lacks the lilt of the "Marching Song" printed further on
in the book. This is to be sung to the tune of "Where Do We Go From
Here, Boys?" Bear this in mind while