Jasper County Democrat, Volume 19, Number 72, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 December 1916 — GETTING RID OF ALL WORRY [ARTICLE]

GETTING RID OF ALL WORRY

It Is Quite Easy to IK) It If You Know How. It exemplified an old and drastic method of getting rid of worry, but it seemed like a startling novelty when it happened. The four of us were out on the lake fishing. We had had a fair morning’s sport along the edge of the rushes where (the water was about four feet deep, and where the bass were feeding in the early hours. The sun had risen in a muggy atmosphere and there was no wind. The clouds began to gather in the northeast and a thunderstorm threatened. Well, you know how a fellow hates to get wet, even if he has his fishing clothes on. Two of the crowd began to get nervouis. “We’d better •pull in till the storm is over,” they kept saying. But the other two couldn’t see it that way. The bass were biting, and maybe it wouldn’t rain. And “pulling in” meant rowing about two miles to where the dry woods were, and putting an end to the morning’s sport. It would be noon before we could get out again —and bass don’t bite at noon. But the chaps were afraid of getting wet continued to bother us. “We’re going to get soaked,” declared Bob.

“Qh,” said Bill, “what, do you care? Them ain’t new clothes you got on, and a little wettin’ won’t give you pea-new-mony on a day like this, shut up—l’m about to get a bite!”

‘Well, you may like to sit around in wet clothes, but I ain’t partial to it Let’s get the anchor up.’ Bill reeled in and put his roc carefully under ithe seat. Then he saw that the minnow pail was shut and secured and that the string of fish was tied tightly to the gunwale. “Are you all ready?” he said, “Yes,” said Bob. “Then here we go!” cried Bill. And he deliberately upset the boat. ;

Standing up to our armpits in the lake, we sputtered objurgations. But Bill was calmly righting the boat and climbing back into it. “Now,” he remarked, as he adjusted a new. minnow and made a magnificent cast, “we won’t hear no more about getting wet. There ain’t nothin’ further to worry about. Let’s fish.”

And it was as he said. When we got through cussing we had an elegant time and feared no rain that might fall. We caught a lof. of fish, too, and by the time we got ashore for lunch we were dry and happy.