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aeancing himself on a sawbuck with the grace of . an acrobat, Dnstin Farnum invited the writer to make herself comfortable on the top of a handy sugar-barrel "way back home" on his Bucksport (Ale.) farm.
It was a vacation day for "Dusty" and he was out to enjoy it, as usual, under the open sky, reporters notwithstanding.
Having accomplished the top of the sugar-barrel without mishaps, the writer looked expectantly at Dusty. He rose to the look and exclaimed, "This is the life! What can be compared to a good -old farm, > the real -'tall grass' article, with all the live stock, the ancient apple orchard, the hayfields, the swimming hole — altho all my swimming, sailing and fishing are done out in the bay ; little ponds were never deep enough for me — all the nourishing food that can be obtained here — and the fresh milk ! There is nothing like it !
For a moment the writer's fancy strayed to "Big Ben." With vague memories of farm hospitality, she couldn't help wishing it was near noon. She envied Dusty the vacations spent on this charming farm, his birthplace, the place you can always safely look for him whenever they will give him a moment away from the studio. She also, very incidentally, envied him the fresh milk.
In answer to the query as to how he spends his leisure hours, the Pallas Pictures screen idol continued: "When I'm home here I'm up with the sun, and in about an hour or so you can find me among the hills, getting some speed out of the four legs of 'Monty,' my 'hoss."
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"Of course, this is only after I have seen to it that my animals on the place have been given their breakfast. After a vigorous gallop I'm ready for a sort of a second breakfast, that is quite welcome." ( Jiminy ! thought she of the sugar-barrel/' this is surely the life ! Two breakfasts in one morning are beyond the imagination of a mere writer. Wre would be glad to register a "welcome" for breakfast number one.) "Then/' continued Dusty, "I get into the fields with the men and do some laboring, such as pitching hay, tilling, etc. After dinner I hie myself to the lake, or to the bay, and indulge in my greatest sport, fishing. At that lake I have caught some bass that "
Was it an "I knew it was coming" look that caused Dusty to call a halt and finish the sentence with, "Well — I dont want to start telling you any fish stories" ?
I had heard something regarding Dusty's winning the silver button of the Light Tackle Club, the elite fishing club of Catalina Island, in California, and when I pinned him down he admitted his guilt. With encouragement on my part, he related how it was accomplished :
"My brother Bill and I had planned to land the button between us and made arrangements to hang up a new record. Bill awoke early — about three-thirty A. M. —and tried to induce me to get started immediately. He pleaded, but in vain, and went off alone. At noon he returned and with much pride displayed three big bonita fish, each around the thirty-pound mark.