Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 170, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1913 — Page 3

A RIVAL CRANBERRIES

flood Jeily Mad* fp*m the Calyx r the Resell*, a Trepleel N*woom*r. Introduced several yean age intt California and Florida, the roaelle da •ervea a wider cultiration than It no* enjoy*. It ia ao simple and it* re qulremcnts ao few that in the tropica and aubtropicß it should he an Indispensable plant in the harden of every This fact, in view e t ita pecullai adaptability for jelly waking, should cauae th* roaelle to become a plant di conaiderahl* Importance In the Unit ed State* at no dlatant date, The roaelle la probably the only plant la cultivation in which th* part utilized for food I* th* calyx. Of rather low nutritive value, ths thickened calyx possesses excellent qualities for the manufacture of jelly and allied product*. Preparations made from It eloeely resemble in color and flavor those made from the cranberry. It 1* rather aingular that ita aeaadln of maturity alno coincides with that of the cranberry. A strictly tropical plant, tha roaelle la very sensitive to frosts, says Country Life In America. Thla, togethei with Its peculiar habit of blooming lute in October, regardless of the time when the seed ia planted, has restrict ed Its cultivation t* tropical and subtropical region*. The roseHe I* an annual, and consequently seed for planting must be saved every autumn. A* usually planted—that I*. In February and March—the roaelle attains a height of from flve to saved feet The large yellow flowers, each with a red eye, fade before the day la passed, and the subsequent enlargement of the calyxes is then very rapid. Ia less than three-weeks they attain their full size and are ready for picking. The fruit 1* seen at present in local markets only And is sold by the quart. Its excellent qualities for making a sauce so closely Imitating'l* flavor the cranberry as to deceive the very elect .are not well known by the public, or it would be a formidable rival in the flouth to that fruit, on which transportation chargee axe necessarily high owing to the great distances it must be transported. The crisp and juicy appearance of the roaelle is 41-> minished by being too long In the hands of the dealer, but this dees not indicate deterioration of ita useful qualities. In preparing for cooking take the pod between the thumb and forefinger of the left hand, ptem up; eut ott the stem and the basal end of tha calyx to wbsrs the seed pod is united with the oalyx, when a slight prtssure with th* flagers holding th* pod will fere* eut th* seed pod. After preparing this way th* calyx may be used for malting saucs, jam, transparent, bright red jelly and many other dishes. Th* young atoms also make good jelly, and for suck us* the plant can be grown almost anywhsre In th* North or South. ? ,

Come Home, Mother.

Mother, dear mother, oem* heme from the elub, and rustle some supper for me; 'tie time you were here working over the grub sad gsttlng things ready fer tea. The table's sot sat nor tho teakettle boiled, the vegetables' are not prepared; n* wonder my temper and feelings are rolled, though tts doubtful, lndood, if you cared. Come home, eoma home, some ho-ho-home! Yes, out your sympotlum down a woo bit, doar mother, and hustle right home! —Los Angeles Bscprsss. \ : >?

Use of Chewing Gum.

The extent of th* use of qbowlng gum among tho pooplo of tho Halted States is illustrated by th* fact that the Importation of “chiolo" la IMS. chiefly for use in the manufacture of chewing gum, amounted, to more than 4,000,000 pounds. This article, “chicle,” is obtained in southern Mexico from tho trunks of tho sapodtlin plum tree, and tho Importation of this gum during th* lust decade has amountsd to about 10,000,000 pounds, ‘ or ovor 11,000 tons, valued at evtr 91,000,000.

Designed By Nature.

Parents might as well try to turn back tho waters of the Niagara as to dsdds what profession or business thsir sons should adopt Qod fifths to every man a particular work ho can do and ia th* performance of which s man can fill with satisfaction to himself and others is that for whlek nature designed him.

Faith and Hope.

Doubts may flit areand mo, or aoom to elooo tholr evil wings, ui settle down; but, so long as I lmaglno that tko earth la hallowed, # and the light ot hoaron retains Its sanctity oa the flabbath—while the blessed sunshine lives within me—never ean my seal have lost the tnsMnet of Its faith.— Nathaniel Nawtioras.

Bohemian Morals.

"Is he a good artist?" She glanced at him with petulant disdain. "He is a clever artist,” she answered, pityingly; "no artists are good."—Life.

Truly Celestial.

Young Lady—This novel Is heavenly. I never read one with so many romantic unfortunates and miserable failures In it.—Fllegende Blaetter.

Constitutionaly Inapt.

"It's party hard work for some folks to git erlang, even when they are kerried." —Boston Herald.

We Get There.

We're the greatest nation of daredevils oa the face of the eartA-rßal-timers Bun. ,

OMNIPRESENT.

We have learned to bear the speeding motor car of the erossways and have grown used to chug, chug, as it brings the odors of the nether world to our sweet, leafy country roads, says a well known writer in fiertbners; but it is with a certain dismay that we realise how fully the last retreat of a quiet mind, literature, has been invaded by the macht Hh I can think of few. recent Ameri- ? ana tales where it has not been a thief feature. W* can dodge it upon the highway; but who can dodge M In the magaetaesT The escaping vttHan ness it only to be overtaken by the yietorioua here in one of better make; the eloping lovers find it indispensable; philanthropy disdains any other vehicle for swift rescue of suitering; birth and death seem unworthy, and burglary unsuccessful unless associated with It; and. la the matter of adventure, whether 11 dashes off the cliff into the sea, or wrecked by striking miners, serves as a barricade for the besieged capitalist, it has no rival. We find it pictured on every spot et earth from desert sand to mountain height, and Kipling's “They" ■bows it running betwen the visible world and the invisible,. It has dimmed the'glory of the football tale; tarnished the splendor of the yachting romance, and made- the bicycle, amorous or adventureous a thing of the past. As England moves through Shakespeare's historic plays, dim hero of the whole, represented now by Riehard, now by John, now by Henry, so that, automobile, moves through our fiction, the true hero, mere man being introduced chiefly to manage its exits and its entrances. The thing beoomes alive; pleased fancy plays with It as a cat with a feather, imagining it sentiment With the good auto we become heroic and perform wonderful deeds of prowess; with the bad outo w* are frankly vUlkuaous and add murder to our other ortßMs; breathlessly w* speed with the detective auto, the very Sherlock Holmes of manufactured things, in ferseting out crime. In fine, absorbed all known motifs, andfno novel or story eua go without its! motor car.

WHIPPING IN THE SCHOOLS.

Almost ran a unit the teachers favor the netetroductlon of th* rod. They say | that compulsory education laws make It Impossible to expel wayward pupils; that one had boy may prevent an entire class from ■taking isroper progress; that the very life /of the teacher is dragged •Ut by /the strain of maintaining discipline among pupils who know that the} final argument of force cannot be, used; (that by exaggerated huuMUi/ltarlanism we are rearing up a race» of irrepressible hoodlums to feed the ranks Ojf crime. It is said also that, rule or\ no rule, whipping is sometimes remitted to as an absolute.' necessity. The. opponents lof physical punishment hold thar .it is impossible to compare theUsugeteducatlonal machine of our paiblfb-echool system with the primdttve (district school, where the big bon almost as a matter of honor tried |to throw each new teacher out of the school-house, thrash them soundly, and where no one afterward hag bo red; malice. They say—lt la easy for the outsider to criticise—that at Teal teacher dees not need to botbier much with discipline, and that iolvlUsatld(n has advanced beyond Che appeal to brute force. Both parties /to the controversy are right Perhaps in ruling out oorppral pantehmeat the School Board has pushed too olbee to th* ldeat/lorpgrtlng? that lnfifttdual beys do not hoop pace with' advancing elvlllsMtkm. Its general areintroduetlon would be asetep backward, A mean course may' be fotykf4that will recognise emaugendes and\autbor-

THE MEASURE OF SUCCESS.

The Amortasm unlvendty Is wonderfully Onlssarhened by outward prosperity nod outward growth, wattes Oeorge ML Stratton tilths Athmtio. In a recent letter of resignation of the aged president of one of our mote oonservatlve colleges—a ooßege so •oonservatlve that It has newer assumed the title "university”—there la a tone of .satisfaction; almost* exultant because the Me adndnlstnatloa tenfold la number, aadftho college! buildings bad •enlarged by equal bounds. If sucsss Is bo bo meaauiwdjmeswly, or ewsu mainly. by 'changes bof this kind, thoro la Mod Of strong loffloering Tho strong lag, brings Inilta turn am undue atbmflrni to thlMpi that eanlbo onprwm edfbs staitoffiee. and Ito thotegro. AaatrUTs industry suffers flrom the b|andboap Athat the flaherasou aromeerty alltfn the-elnbehea of usurers. Ifcag mnotesnageßed *• bonerw money yo*uu (tho catch la poer and they arOksorgr iab>s(>s get out el dMd main. . , j % l .

Their First Quarrel

They had been engaged just two months and so far not a cloud had dimmed their horizon. Such a thing as a quarrel was impossible, would always be impossible, they solemnly told each other, for did she not love him so much that she would always accede to his wishes, and any man could never do anything but gladly give in to such a charming girl as Blise. Petite and blonde, with alluring Mae eyes, she had easily laughed her way Into the heart of staid John Armstrong despite the prophecy of her enviously inclined girl friend* that she was too frivolous to attract a man like John Armstrong Like most girls, Blise was an ardent book worm, but her taste rqn to the socaUed late society novels and sex-problem plays. John had lovingly remonstrated with her for this slight deviation from what he considered proper reading, but she had lightly kissed him, laughingly telling hfan he had picked out a butterfly for a wife and she would leave the heavy reading to him. Blise also had another habit which was particularly fascinating. Her feet s were always shod most becomingly in dainty silken hose and most bewitching pumps of the latest style.- When she sat down she invariably dropped her slippers off and sat curled up with her feet under her, and' it was in tints position among piled up cushions, reading the latest bock, that John found her one evening. She immediately laid down the book when he seated himself in & chair opposite her. He picked it up with a half chiding expression, idly running the pages over and carelessly scanning them. Several paragraghs seemed to arrest his attention. Blise watched him for a few minutes, expecting to see him lay it down in disgust, but to her surprise he kept on reading “John,” she said in the, petulant tone of a spoiled child, “John!" He did not look up, but possessing himself of her hand seemed well content to sit and read; but he soon apparently became bo Interested that dtis hold loosened and he never noticed when she withdrew it. In a few moments she got up from the couch itryj not even putting on her shoes slipped out of the French window on to the piazza. Although It was a warm night the air was chill and she hmi on a thin frock. He had always been so careful of her comfort that she thought he would be out with a scarf for her, and then she defied any book in the world to win him away from her side. To her increasing anger he kept on reading. She scion became chilled through and went back into the room and silently passing his mechanically extended hand passed up the stairs. She threw herself on her bed in a perfect paroxysm of rage. She would never forgive him—never would speak to him again After what seemed hours she heard his voice calling her from the foot of the stairs. “I have gone to bed,” she called back tersely. He apologized, begged and pleaded for her to come down, but she was obdurate and even his tic eat to come up after her was’ of no avail. Finally a very stern voice quietly said “Good night.” She tiptoed to the railing expecting to still see him standing there,' but the hollow clang of the door echoed dully back he had really gone, in an Instant many things flashed through her mind—how much she loved him, how good he was, and supposing anything should nappen to him and they had parted in anger! Without waiting for anything she sped down the stairs. She could see his tall form going down th.e hilL She called “John," but he did not hear her and like an arrow she lightly ran after him. He saw her shadow on the moonlit road and turned so quickly that She ran right into his arms. “Why, child," he said with contrition written all over his face, "you have no slippers on," and gently taking her arm started back to the house with her, but with a strange perverseness she abruptly broke from his grasp and ran back to the bouse. John was proud and unused to the Strange whim* and foibles of women, and being by this time thoroughly angry he did not follow her but went home. Blise cried herself to sleep end all her theories of compromise vanished.

She never knew how she lived through tho next day. Every time the telephone rang she tensely welted for It to stop at their ring, and her heart sank in despair as It repeatedly rang for some other number. At hurt she could stand It no longer and she telephoned to hla office. "Mot In," camo back the answer. Oh, how she longed to shake tho port office boy who so glibly gave her this information, "May he bock tonight; don’t know.” It was a vary desperate girl who. heavily veiled, presented herself at the law offices of Graham A Armstrong and Insisted on waiting until the office closed. When John hurried tn loekllty the Incorrigible office boy woe out or his Idol’s dignity would have suffered very much. "We will never quarrel again, will we, sweetheart,” he said tenderly. ."Never, John,” she replied; but the eternal feminine would not be. stilled, and she added softly, “Not until the next time.”—Mßß. ADA WATER HOUSE. .

OUR BOYS and GIRLS

Bessie's Advenhijes. By Margaret WhitneyK “Now, Charlie, you promised to let me ride, too, if you could make it work, and I have not had a single ride, while you and Walter have each had six." “Well, If you will be sure to hold on we’ll give you a ride,” said Walter, “but you must not let go. Then Charlie and I are going after berries along the meadow feqce, and you may go along with us.” Bessie, Charlie, and Walter were alone for the afternoon; their father and mother had gone to the city. Walter was twelve, and Charlie ten. ■fhey were both quite large, and were often left alone at home with Bessie, who was nearly nine. They had gone to the barn, and while there they thought they would ride to the top by taking hold of the rope to which the way fork was attached and pulling each other up. - I —- —— -—-* - If their father and mother had been there they would not have allowed them to do this but the children were alone and nevfer 1 thought of danger. Walter had pulled Charlie up several times and then Charlie pulled Walter up. The pulley worked, easily .and Bessie had been coaxing for a ride so they agreed to give her one if she would hold on tight. Besele caught hold of the rope and away she went to the top of the barn. But this time the pulley stuok fast when she reached the top. The boys could not make it work to bring her down and they called to her to drop on the hay beneath. Although she must drop ten or twelve feet they knew it would not hurt her. She did as they told her and called to them that she was all right Now came the question as to how she was to bq gotten down. The barn was new and no provision had been made as yet for getting into the top. The m.en who had been putting in hay had gone up and down on this rope And that was where the children gpt the notiofi of trying it themselves. They had no ladder long enough to reach to the place where Bessie was and If they bad such a ladder the boys could not have managed It by themselves. “Charlie, you go to Mr. Albert’s house and ask him to come and help us and I will stay here with Bessie,” said Walter who felt responsible for the whole affair, as he was the oldest Charlie came back alone in a little while and said that there was no one at home at the Albert house. “Well, we must do something soon," said Walter, "for there Is a storm coming, and I heard papa say that it was not safe in a barn full of new hay while It was lightning.” Just then they saw Frank Nelson, who lived near them, coming down the road and called to him to come in. Frank was sixteen years and being a capable boy he soon thought of a plan to get Bessie down and was carrying it out with the help of the boys. “Charlie, you and .Walter gather up all the short pieces of board you can find, and I will nail them to the upright pieces at the side of the barn.” He went up higher and higher, and the boys carried the boards up this ladder to him. Just as the first clap of thunder was heard Bessie saw Frank’s head above the hay. He helped her down 1 the ladder, and they ran to the house in the first downpour. The children’s parents came home after the storm and when Mr. Caines saw the substantial ladder Frank had built In the emergency he Insisted oh paying him the same as a regular carpenter would have charged. The children had enough experience riding on the hay fork, and needed no telling from their parents never to do this again.

Your Ago by Mathematics.

"Ahem!” said the king, "I have an interesting sum for you; It Is a trial In mental arithmetic. Think of the number of the month of your birth." Now the professor was sixty years old, and had been horn tAo days before Christmas, so he thought of 12. December being the twelfth month. "Tee," said the professor. "Multiply It by 2," continued the king r "Tee." "Add 5." "Tee," answered the professor, doing so. "Now multiply that by BO.” "Add your age.” f y "Add HI.” ’ “Tee.” - "And now,” said the king, "might I ask what the result it?” "Twelve hundred and sixty," replied the pfofessor, wonderingly. "Thank you,” was the king's response. "Bo you were born In December, sixty years ago, eh?" "Why, how In the world do you know?" cried the professor. "Why,” retorted the king, "from your answer—l2oo. The month of your birth was the twelfth and the last two figures give your age." ■As dee paper upon which the Chinees ds pooh sharmlng drawing to a Ola sheet of ll* pith eg a - • —* - 1 *. r ' ■ •* we ♦

MARRIED LIFE, SECOND YEAR

“FINE CAR YOU hare here,” said Warren admiringly, at they whirled aver the freshly oiled roads. “Suits me all right,” Mr. Stevens assented complacently. “About as good as they make ’em for all round service. Can’t be beat for speed and durability. I looked the market over pretty thoroughly before deciding on this, and I’m well enough satisfied.” “I should think you would be,” agreed Warren. “How long have you had this?" “About six months now.” “And it’s so beautifully appointed and finished,” said Helen, who was leaning back luxuriously, enjoying every moment of this fast whirl through the country. “I love this shade of maroon, it’s so soft and rich.’’ "Yes, tOat’s my wife’s choice,” said Stevens. "Our last car was dark green but she took a fancy to this.” The Stevenses were rather well-to-do Brooklyn people, who are spending the summer at the seaside hotel where Helen and Warren were now staying. Mrs. Stevens had taken a strong fancy to Helen, and her husband and Warren seemed congenial, so the party of four were often together. And this evening they were all out in the Stevens’s big car. To Helen, who since her marriage had so few opportunities for motoring this wae a rare treat The swift motion and fresh air brought the color to her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with pleasure. The roads were broad and smooth as glass and their headlights lit up the way as they sped through the darkness. Now and then an occasional car with its gleaming lights came suddenly out of the night and shot past them. Helen could not help but think of the danger should either car swerve the least to the left —the horrible collision that would follow. To the right of the road! Only in the universal knowledge and strict observance of that rule lay their safety. Their lives were not only In the hands of theft- own chauffeur, but equally in that of the driver of every other car which passed them. Helen knew that in England the rules erf the road were Just opposite. There it was always “Keep to the left!” Supposing an English chauffeur should be brought over here, and In a moment of confusion Instinctively revert to his accustomed habit! On and on they flew through the soft darkness, the cool, sweet odor of the woods and the night air. Suddenly as they passed a small farm house three dogs came tumbling out in the road. They were barking at the machine and fighting with each other. As the chauffeur turned out sharply, two rolled together almost under the wheels.

Helen gave a wild, piercing sbriek as she clutched Warren’s arm. But the dogs were unhurt. With unusual Skill the driver had swerved still further and passed them unharmed. Warren shook off Hblen’s band which* still clasped his arm. "What on earth’s the matter with you?” angrily. “Shrieking here like a Comanche Indian!” "Oh, but Warren,” breathlessly, "I was so frightened! Oh, I wae sure h« would run over those dogs!” “Well, he didn’t, did he? And what good would your shrieking do anyway? Don’t, you think the driver’s capable of running this car?” “Of course, only I was so frtghtened; I couldn’t help it." ''Well, you’ll help it next time—or I’ll not go out with you again." “Why, Warren,”—with a catch in her voice. The sadden fright had completely unnerved her. "Now, .for heaven’s aawe. don't begin sniffing. You've made enough of an exhibition of yourself for one evening.”

Never before had Warren spoken to her in this way in the presence of others. And now her sense of indignation conquered her tears. She drew hock in her corner of the car without speaking. While the Stevenseß had not heard Just what he had said —for his voice, though fierce, had been In an undertone which the noise of the oar* had helped to drown—still they had heard enough to know his anger and Helen's hurt "Never mind what he says,” laughed Mrs. Stevens in a kindly effort to pot Helen at ease. "All men get angry when you are frightened and scream. That is, after you're married —before that they think it's your delicate, high-strung nature and are all the more tender. But after a year or so of marriage, they think it's a foolish display of nerves.’*. Then turning to her husband, "And you all hate it —don’t you, Will?” Mr. Stevens laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "My dear, you usually forget to scream until after the thing Is over.” Here the car gave a htavy jolt as they passed over a railroad track, and for a moment their attention was diverted. ‘Take it easy over those tracks, John,” Mr. Stevens called out to the driver. "Ylu’d better slow up along hsre anyway,” Helen was sitting far back, her face •haded by her veil. Why had Warren spoken to her like that before these people? It seemed so needless to humiliate her In this way! And now he was making It worse by maintaining towards her a persistent alienee. "There’s a pretty good roadhouse around this turn,” announced Mr. ‘Stevens. "They've got some darky singers there that aren’t half bad. What do you say to stopping? John,” calling out to the driver, "turn up at that sign there!” It was a typical country roadhouse, catering to the automobile trade. A colored youth strummed a piano another a banjo and a third pranced up and down singing "My Honey Girl.” They ail ordered some light cooling drinks and Warren and Mr. Stevens lit cigars. At any other time Helen would have enjoyed it. But now she was most unhappy. If Warren would only say something to her, anything to put her at ease and make things right But while he was laughing and talking with the Stevenssa he %natsd

The negro stopped singing now, but Mrs. Stevens was still humnrfng the air—tapping time ao the ts&ta. 1 “Oh, Will, go over and otic them to sing "My Lady Sue.” As Mr. Stevens rose to oompiy, Helen pleadingly slipped her hand Into Warren’s which was holding a napkin on his knee. ."What’s thematter?” curtly. Do you want this napkin? Dropped yours?” She flushed hotly. Oh, how cruel he oonld be! But Mrs. Stevens was watching her, so she stooped Ov«r g* though to pick np her napkin. ‘‘Yes—but never mind—l have it now:”

Cottage Cheese If served as follows, will prove very attractive. Lay a lettuce leaf on a plate. In the center place round pile of salad dressing, or the yolk of a hard boiled egg may be used instead. Mix cheese with cream, soft enough to hold the form of a teaspoon. With the teaspoon lay the white petals around the yellow center. This forms a dainty daisy design. Fruit Cake That Will Keep a Year Wash and drain 1 pound of currants. Chop coarsely 1 pound of raisins, slice or chop a half pound of citron. Beat 5 eggs and 2 cups of brown sugar together, add 1 cup of softened butter, 1 cup of molasses, half a cup of sour milk, 1 teaspoon each of all kinds of spices. Stir'into this mixture 5 caps of flour. Mix another half cup of flour with the fruit to keep it from settling to the bottom. This makes two loaves. Instead of Ribbon For morning house wear spine girls like their lingerie of the simplest kind. And they hate the bother and “fuss” of running ribbons and using bodkins every time a fresh hatch of undermuslins returns from the laundry. To obviate this trouble. then,' one girl simplified matters by purchasing a roll of white linen tape, the soft, pleasant to-the-touch kind. This she put in all her plain, workaday chemises, corset covers, etc. And when she sent them to the laundry again the tapes stayed in. And she says die has saved ever so many minutes, not to mention the bother and nuisance of putting In the old-time ribbons.

Ice Cream Cake One cup butter, two cups sugar, one cup milk, three and one-half cups flour, two teaspoonfuls baking powder, whites of eight eggs, one-quarter teaspoonful salt Mix dry ingredients, cream, butter, and sugar, add milk, then flour, and beat Add whipped whites and beat again. Flavor With almond extract. Bake in three jelly tine in hot oven and when cold put together with boiled Icing flavored with almond extract r * : . i Tomato Relish One pint ripe tomatoes, one cupful celery, six white onions, two red peppers, all chopped line separately; one ounce mustard seed, two pounds brown sugar, one-half cupful salt Chop celery, tomatoes, onions and sprinkle with salt. Let stand twentyfour hours. Heat vinegar and sugar and let cool. Drain tomatpea and other ingredients, mix in mustard seed and pat on vinegar. Do not cook. German Apple Cake One pint floor, one-half teaspoon* ful baking powder, one-half teaspoonful salt mixed and sifted; rub in two tablespoonfuls of butter, add one beaten egg, and milk to make thick batter. Spread one inch deep In greased shallow tin.' Have ready several pared, cored and quartered apples. Press points Into dough, sprinkle thickly with sugar mixed with little cinnamon. Bake in hot oven. Oatmeal Gems Two cups rolled dMs, 1 cup sour milk, tot stand over night, then add 1 egg, % cap molasses, 1 cup flour, 1 teaspoon soda, little salt Bake In hot oven. CHEESE CUSTARD.—ScaId one cupful of milk In a double boiler, add one teaspoonful of cornstarch dissolved in a little cold milk and cook for five minutes. Stand aside, covered!, for ton minutes, add to it one-quarter of a teaspoonful of sods dissolved in one-half of a teaspoonful of hot water and two tableepoonfuls of butter; when the latter Is entirely absorbed add four eggs beaten together until-very light, one-quarter of a teaspoonful of salt, one-quarter of a teaspoonful of paprika and six tablespoonfuls of grated cheese. Pour Into greased cups, bake In a quick oven until brown and well puffed up (about fifteen minutes), and serve at once. HIS FISHING TRIP. '•So you hare got hack from your flaking trip?” "Were the fish biting?” '’No; tort my wife's seanmaw