The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-08-04
VI. spoopendyke Goes A-Fishing, and
Mrs. s. Goes With Him.

Qykc, Win u social SOrU Oh grin, NOW
would you like to go fishingP''
''Wouldn't that be perfectly lovelyr'
| sque;3ed Mrs. Spoopendyke. Il
| ways wanted to try it. Where can we
goP''
'.Well, there are lots of places around
BROOKLYN Last summer / saw boys
catch good MANY fish off the dock at
the foot of State Street. We might go
| there"
'.Just the place. conceded Mrs.
Spoopendyke. '.Perhaps we can catch
some sardines. I'll bet spool of
thread get the first shadr' and in her
glee Mrs. Spoopendyke waltzed across
She room and back again.
Mr.. Spoopendyke smiled pleasantly
upon his wife, and started out into the
yard to get some worms, while Mrs.
Spoopendyke rugged herself up for the
pending excursion.
Got any fish-sticksp' she asked, as
Mr.. Spoopendyke returned, rather
warm from his exercise.
s.Pve got some fishing rods, if that's
what you mean," replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. 'but could only find four
worms"
Cant we break 'em in twoP" in
quired Mrs. Spoopendyke, anxiously.
Gould if we had buzz saw, 'grunt-
ell Mr.. Spoopendyke. Come along If
you're coming" and thoroughly
equipped for the expedition, Mr.. and
Mrs. Spoopendyke set out for the State
street pier.
"How long before they bitcp" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke. hosting her hook
out of the water. and examining the
point of worm her husband had i'm
paled thereon.
.'They'll probably bite at that as soon
rs they can borrow u step-ladder," re-
torted Mr.. Spoopendyke, cycling the
dangling hook. ''If you calculate to
get any fish, you'd better let that thing
down in the water"
"Ohr' said Mrs. Spoopendyke. drop
ping the hook. '.Do you think could
catch a goldlshP" she inquired, after
pause.
i.Hi! hold on! There, lost him!'
calculated Mr.. Spoopendyke, firing his
hook up toward the Heights.
$50 did IT, chimed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as she fell over backward and
shot her sinker into Mr.. Spoopendyke
car; IL declare we both lost himr'
''What ye doingp" demanded Mr..
Spoopendyke. "What did ye loseP
When I'm pulling in fish, you just sit
still, will ye? Think my heads u fish
pondP Drop it, tell ye! drop it in the
water. There! Now sit still and fish.
Another time Pm pulling in Spanish
mackerel, you let things alone You
maic me lose that fish. a
''You ought to have caught him."
said Mrs. Spoopendyke. soothingly;
'.you fished splendidly for him."
81 understand the business, "rejoined
Mr.. Spoopendykc. somewhat Modified.
You see-he didn't even get the bait,
big as he was"
..Tm glad of that, because we've
only got three worms left. How I'd
like to catch an oyster! Do you know
II
.Hist! Sh-h-h! q liet now! I've got |
him! See me play him! Now, I'll fetch
himr' and Mr.. Spoopendyke reeled in
until he landed an old boot.
II didn't know that fish had burrs
on. like u chestnut" said Mrs. Spoo-
pendyke, quivering with excitement. |
..Crack him and lets see what he is"
'.Crack your grandmotherH snorted |
Mr.. Spoopendyke, shieng the boot up
tile pier. ''He wasn't COOL to eat,
anyway. I'll get something-,
whats the matter with my stick?
Let go. you nasty thing! Here's another
one! Quickr'
.'Pull him in. can't YEP You've got a
bite. Haul upr' cried Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, trying to untangle himself from
his line and help his wife. ''Lift him
out of the waterr'
He won't let me-" squeaked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, holding both arms out
ell 1an,tE, .s'r,Eo him, ,Rt C.aft Cr,
, way, you monster!'
Lift your pole straight up in the
airr' shouted Mr.. Spoopendyke.
"Hoist the dod-gasted thing right up!"
Mrs. Spoopcndyke exerted herself
and disclosed an eel, dangling.
'.Its ratllesnaker' she yelled.
''Don't go near him! Fire! fire! mur-
der! police! police-e-er'
"Hold your yawp, will YEP" bawled
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Got him over the
ng him out there for? Waiting for him
@ dryp Stick that pole straight up in
he air, tell ye!''
'ver her shoulder. and Topped the eel
nto Mr.. Spoopendyke's countenance.
''Dod-gast the measly eelp he howled
IS he spit it out "Stop waving that
LAM basted dlighnting-rod like a flag, will
-eP Hold it still, say! Think your a
reeP'
''DOn't touch him! Throw him over
'oard! He'll sting you to dcathr' gur-
lied Mrs. SDoopendyke, and forgetting
hat the pole still excerciasa an inf1u
nee over the eel. she gave it a jerk,
nd! ii Shipped through Mr.. SpoOpen-
lyke'S fingers. That gentleman made
spring for it, and swashed into the
vater.
''Heu! blab! baai waggle, glu, hio.
"a gaggleT sputtered Mr.. Spoopen-
yke, as some lightermen fished him
ut. .af o.
..Did you catch cold, dear?" inquired
1rs. Spoopendykc, with solicitude. as
hey made their way home. 4
eff did, landed it, growled Mr.. .
poopendyke, blowing mud like the ex-
aust of n tug. :
ANYWAY, caught an eel, didn't I?" =
sked Mrs. Spoopendyke, carrying out L
woman's idea of comforting a man
'ith the only thing he don't want to
ear about. ttfa t7a
'Oh! you caught itr' ripped out Mr..
poOpendyke. You're fish woman,
0u are. All you want now is some
lass sides and bubbles running through
ou to be an aquarium! Another time we
9TH go fishing, you stay home! You !
earp" a
And with this novel mathematical D
Mr.. Spoopendyke hunted
mself to his domicile, and took rum
veat. Brooklyn Eagte. A