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From page 1 ways and means to obtain vol- umes of publicity such as Squire Windle's estimable Islander had conferred upon those illustri- ous scribbling deans, Messrs. "Chick" MacLean, "T-Bone" Otto, "Gaff" Sullivan, Sir Henry Irving Mark Vaughan, "Liverfoot" Hochstadter, and that quaint, old, bewhiskered, jack- of-all-trades, "Skilful" Nelly. "What to do to gain fame in Avalon?" queried the aged arrivals, stroking their gorgeous beards. Each was gripped by an all-consuming desire to be properly pre- sented before the palpitating populace. "if we don't get a bite before noon this hungry looking kid will Glimpsing make us the laughing the photo- graphic hall of stock of Catalina and fishing fame at all points west." Captain Eaton's headquartets on the pier, they were stung by the hunch bug. "Caramba!'~ growled the Terrible Swede (in private life Gustave William Axelson), "we'll catch a tuna and have our pictures posted on the pier. Next summer a million people will know all about us." "By George, old trooper, you're an intellectual giant," responded the other owner of a set of creaking bones, whom we have nicknamed "Wheatcakes" Packard, alias the Hole-in-one kid. "Only a brain like yours could act in such a crisis" And, pronto! They sailed forth, leading "Bucket Bill," their little boy comrade, by the hand, to pry Captain Eaton loose from a soul-set of dominoes. The scene shifts to Seal Rock, with the two men and their play- mate gripping reels provided by the weather-beaten skipper. - An hour; two hours passed, with the juvenile of the trio, liter- ally smearing himself with fish- scales and salt water while haul- ing in gigantic groupers, cock- eyed rock cod, whitefish, perch and Johnny Verde. There must have been horseshoes on every hook attached to "Bucket Bill's line. Fickel Fortune never even gave the Terrible Swede of the Hole-in-one kid the semblance of a tumble, while "Bucket Bill" was simply knock- ing 'era dead, on one occasion reeling in five different species of finny tribe. Desperate over their failure to snare anything, the angling techniques appealed to Captain Eaton. In horse whispers they implored that grizzled hero of a thousand tuna combats to stop the chesty representative of the Chicago Daily News. "For the love of Mike; sput- tered the Terrible Swede, dust- ing off one of his copyrighted (outbursts), always indicative of increasing rage, "if we don't get a bite before noon this hungry looking kid will make us the laughing stock Of Catalina and all points west." Haltingly, the genial Captain suggested that Becker change his bait. Then the plot thickened, following a whispered confer- ence among the Terrible Swede, "Wbeatcakes" and the Captain. For an instant "Bucket Bill," never suspecting dirty work, permitted his gaze to rest upon a flock of kelp which he mistook for an approaching swordfish. The villains worked fast while their playmate peered across the bounding main. " All right, Mr. Becker," said the captain. "You can reel out again. You've got fresh bait this time. Wouldn't be surprised if you catch something pretty big at this drop." Utterly oblivious of the fact that a two-gallonbucket, ordi- narily used for carrying bait, had been adroitly attached to one of the hooks and deposited into the sea whilst peeking around in the quest for sharks, Becker innocently let the reel revolve at a dizzy clip. "I'm at the bottom now," finally announced Bill, observ- ing slack in the line. "I just want one of these big babies, then we'll call it a day." A knowing wink from the Terrible Swede was caught NOTICE OF ELECTION NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that a General Municipal Election will be held in the City of Avalon on Tuesday, April 10, 2018, for tile following Officers: For Mayor (Full term of two years) For Two (2) Members of the City Council (Full term of four years) The nomination period for these offices begins on Monday, December 18, 2017 and closes on Friday, January 12, 2018 at 5:00 p.m. If no one or only one person is nominated for an elective office, appointment to the elective office may be made as prescribed by 10229, Elections Code of the State of California. The polls will be open between the hours of 7:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m. Denise Radde, City Clerk Dated: November 15, 2017 AVISO DE ELECCION PRESENTE SE DA AVlSO que una ElecciCn Municipal General que se celebrar~-en la Ciudad de Avalon en Martes, 10 de Abril 2018, por Ins siguiente Oficiales: Para el Alcalde (Periodo corn pleto de dos afios) Para Dos (2) Miembros del Ayuntamiento (Periodo corn pleto de cuatro afios) El periodo de nominaci6n para estas oficinas comienza el 18 de Deciembre de 2017 y cierra el 12 de Enero de 2018 a las 5:00 p.m. Si nadie o s61o una persona ha sido nominada para un cargo electivo, el nombramiento al cargo electivo puede hacerse segdn Io prescrito por la 10229 del CCdigo Electoral del Estado de California. Los centros electorales estaran abiertos entre las 7:00 a.m. y 7:00 p.m. Denise Radde, Secretaria de la Ciudad Fecha: 15 de Deciembre 2017 Tuna Club clubhouse pictured sometime betweeen 1900-1915. Photo courtesy of Detroit Publishing Co. via Library of Congress on the fly by the captain, the good ship "Leona" started mov- ing. The engine worked slowly, but with deadly effect. Becker sensed activity at the other end of the line almost simultaneously with the first forward motion of the boat. "Holy smoke!" piped the astounded youth, "I must have a whopper on there this time!" "Stay with it, bill, don't weak- en," counseled the Hole-in-one kid, lending his moral support. "Maybe it's a big muskie or a pickerel. Looks like you've got a fight on you're hands." Onward sped the "Leona" and outward streaked the captain's brand new line, unwinding at the rate of a mile a minute. Presently the boat stopped and Becker again proceeded to reel in. After tugging and 'rassling for 15 minutes, mean- while knocking a flock of cuticle off his thumb, he succeeded in rolling up something like 300 hundred feet of line, but it was a desperate, nerve-racking haul, each operation of the reel being punctuated by words of pearly wisdom spilled by the Terrible Swede and his arch conspirator, "Wheatcakes." Again and-again the skull- duggery was repeated, with the "Leona" gathering speed just as Becker succeeded in yanking his catch almost to the surface. Each time the Terrible Swede stood by, wielding a murderous looking gaff, ready to sock it into the giant denizen of the deep. After three ineffectual attempts to bring his catch aloft, his arms and hands purple and "almost nerveless, his eyes bulg- ing from the bruising combat, succeeded. Inch by inch, foot by foot, the demon disciple of Sir Ike Walton drew in his quarry. The boat fairly teemed with excitement as the Terrible Swede, the Hole-in- one kid and the captain buzzed about Becker, each trying to lend a hand. "The last hundred feet are the hardest, eh, captainl" sputtered the groggy Bill, after winding in 350 feet of line. Before the skipper could respond Bill and the Terrible Swede emitted shrieks of joy. "Here it comes!" yelled Axelson. "For the love of Mike, what is it?" "Give me the gaff, quick," commanded Eaton, "it's proba~ bly one of those February broad- bills and they're bad actors." Just as Eaton leaned over the rail Becker gave one dying tug on the line and presto! His catch hove into view. It was one of the rustiest old two-gallon buckets that ever rode a fishing skiff. Consternation, dismay, cha- grin and all that sort of thing flashed across Becker's child- like countenance. He had qualified for the National Society of Green Peas along with the Terrible Swede and the Hole-in-one kid, but he took his trimming like a little man. "One hundred and twenty four pounds of real fish-and A buck- et. Some morning's work, eh?" said Bucket Bill, as he posed for the camera. Get some recognition for wrangling in a whoppin' tuna or huge swordfish. Send us your Catch of the Week ~hoto submissions at editor@thecatalinaislander.com. Be sure to include information about your catch as well as your contact information in case we have ques- tions. 12 { Friday, Dec. 1, 2017 THE CATALINA ISLANDER