Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1898 — The Old, Old Story. [ARTICLE]

The Old, Old Story.

The Angler was out iu the morning blush With his trusty, rod in hand, And all day—braving the river’s rush Or pacing its silv’ry strand — His reel he whirred and his line he cast Aud his flies full oft changed he; And the day grew old and the night cairn fast, But never a fish did he see. The Small Boy slept till the clock struck eight; Then awoke from a happy dream, And back of the barn he dug his bait And hied him away to the stream. Full long and large was his hickory pole, And he actually “fished with a float,” But he jerked the fish from his “fav’rite hole” Till he’d caught just all he could tote. Yet—strange the sequel that I reveal — Our latest advices report That the Angler returned with a bulging creel And boasted of royal sport; While the Small Boy fishless did homeward go Afar from the river’s brink, And every time he’d stub his toe His overalls’ pockets would “chink.” —Sports Afield.