Jasper County Democrat, Volume 9, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 July 1906 — Read The Democrat for news. [ARTICLE]

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Lost—One Can of Bait. / Nineteen years ago coming next Saturday morning, I left a can of bait in a crevice “back yonder” at Stony Point. Stony Point is “where the big fish grow." I would like to go back there to-morrow and see if that can of bait is still there. I remember distinctly what fine bait it was—long luscious angleworms, as fat as pug dogs. I dug them with a spading fork out back of our barn, and Harry Nichols picked ’em up. We fed the worms cornmeal for a week, and Gee Whilikens! but they were big ones! The most epicurean of fishes could not spurn such tempting morsels. * Oh, our spirits were high that morning as we scampered along the winding river bank, scooted under the “bob-wire” fence, raced across the pasture, climbed Ready’s hill and swooped cautiously down upon “the hole.” Abd then—just as I got a bite, an awful cyclone cloud came up in the southwest and we hid the bait and lit out for home, racing against Boreas and Vulcan and Dowle, and all the combined elements of trouble in the universe, half scared to death. And I never went back after that bait!

But I haven’t forgotten it. Like the long beloved but neglected distant relative, it has been kept green In my memory despite my silence. Now in the smoke and heat of the city, with the soot from the factories stealing into my sanctum window and lighting on the goldfen hair of my blonde stenographer. and smudging the nose of my city-bred office boy, I am sitting here at my typeyrrfter thumping the keys; and as I thump I see in my mind’s eye a picture of that bait-can snuggled close to a box-elder root in a Assure of the rock at old “Stony Point." All about is greenery and the singing of birds, the scent of the wild Aowers and the promise of June! By Jlmminee, I’d just like to go out there to-mor—no, to-night and see If I could And that bait! Literary. “The Right of Way”—An engaged young woman’s waist. A ranchman was amazed at seeing linotype machine at work. It was the Arst in New Mexico, and the ranchman. after gazing at it for awhile, said: "Great Scott! Ain’t that the most intelligent machine you ever saw? Why, it’s plvmb human.” Finally, overcome by his admiration, he took off his hat. made, a low bow to the complicated mechanism, and said: "I surely would admire, Mr. Machine, if you-all would come out and take a< drink with me.”