A perennial problem in Arcadia is the desire to go fishing at times when the Maggotorium is closed for a two week Christmas break, the maggot vending machine on Tollington Park Road is but a memory, the cheese has been scoffed by a distant relative and the ground is too hard to dig for worms. At such times if a loaf of white bread can't be procured from the larder it is prudent to turn to Mr. Browning's Artificials. I have found them to be quite effective.