Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-04-08
The Spoopendykes A-flshing.

"Say, my dear," said MT. Spoopen- dyke, with social sort of grin, [" how would you like to go fshing?"
 Wouldn't that be perfectly lovely?" squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke. ''I never was fishing in my lie, and I always wanted to try it. "
 MT. Spoopendyke smiled pleasantly upon his wife, and started out into the yard to get some worms, while Mrs. Spoopendyke rigged herself up for the pending excursion.
 Got any ish-sticks ?' she asked, as Mir. Spoopendyke returned, rather warm from his exercise.
 ''Pve got some fshing-rods, if that's what you mean," replied Mir. Spoopen- dyke, but I could only find four worms"
 ''Can'twe break 'em in two?" inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke, anxiously.
 "Could if We had s buZz-saw,''' grupt- ed Mr. Spoopendyke Come along, if you're coming;' and, thoroughly equipped for tte expediEon,- Mr. aD.i Mrs. Spoopendyke set out for the State street pier.
 '.How long before they bite? ?" asked Mrs. SFoopendyse, hosting her hook ont of tie water, and examilang tle point of worm her husband had inn paled thereon.
 They'll probably bite at that as soon as they can borrow step-ladder," retorted Mir. Spoopenflyke, eying the dangling hook.- ':If you calculate to get any fish, you'd better let Shat thing down in the water"
 "Oh!" said Mrs. Spoopendyke, drop ping the hook. Do you think could catch goldfish ?" she inquired, after s pause.
 "Hi hold on !! There I lost him P ejaculated MT. Spoopendyke, firing his hook up toward the Heights.
 "So did l I" chimed Mrs Spoopen- dyke, as she fell over backward and shot her sinker into Mir. Spoopendyke's ear "I declare we both lost him '
 "What ye doing?" demanded MT. Spoopendyke. "What did ye lose? {? When I'm pulling in fish, you just sit still, will ye? Think my heads fish pond? Drop it, I tell ye drop it in the water. There Now sit still and fish. Another time I'm pulling in Spanish mackerel, you let things alone. You made me lose that fish"
 "Yol ought to have caught him." said Mrs. Spoopendyke, soothingiy; "you fished splendidly for him.
 "I understand the business, rejoined Mir. Spoopendyke, somewhat notified. "You see he didn't even get the bait, big as he was.
 "I'm glad of that, because we've only got three worms left. How I'd like to catch an oyster Do you know, I-"
 "Hist Sh-h-h! Quiet now I've got him See me play him ] Now, I'll fetch him p and Mir. Spoopendyke reeled in until he landed an old boot
 q didn't know that fish had burrs on, like chestnut said Mrs. Spoopendyke, | quivering with excitement "Crack | him, and let's see what he is. "Crack your grandmother !" snorted Mir. Spoopendyke, shying the boot up the pier ''He wasn't good to eat any way. I'll get something
 "What's the matter with my stick ? Let go, you nasty thing Here's an- other one! Quick !''
 'sPull him out, can't ye? You've got bite Haul up!" cried Mir. Spoopen- dyke, trying to untangle himself from his line and help his wife. Lift him out of the water l"
 "He won't let me-" squeaked Mrs. Spoopendyke, holding both arms out full length. "Take him of! Scat! Go way, you monster!'
 Lift your pole straight up in the 1 air shouted Mir. Spoopendyke. "Hoist Sthe dod-gasted thing right upP'
 Mrs. Spoopendyke exerted herself and disclosed an eel, dangling.
 " It's a rattlesnake ? she yelled. "Don't go rear him ! Fire fire mur- der police police-e-e P
 "Hold your yawp, will ye?" bawled Mir. Spoopendyke. "Get him over the dock so l can catch him What ye holding him out there for? Waiting for him to dry? Stick that pole straight up in the air, I tell yep
 Mrs. Spoopendyka threw the pole over her shoulder, and fopped the eel into Mir. Spoopen,lyke's comteiance.
 "Dod-gast the measly eel :" he howled, as he spit 1t out 'Stop waving that slambasted lightning rod like flag, will ye? Hold it still, I say! Think you're tree?"
 '.Don't touch him Throw him over board He'll sting you. to death !" gurgled Mrs. Spoopendyke, and, for influence over the eel, she gave 1t lcIh, dtiu II SlipPcu tilIOtlSSsu p1I OpOOp- endyke's fingers. That gentleman made a spring for it, and swashed into the water.
 "Heui blab! baa waggle, hic, ga, gaggle P spluttered Mir. Spoopendyke, as some lightermen tished him out.
 "Did you catch cold dear ? inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke with solicitude, as they made their way home.
 eff I did, landed it." growled Mir. Spoopendyke, blowing mud like the ex- haust of 8 tug.
 Anyway, I caught an eel, didn't IF" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, carrying out the woman's idea of comforting man with the only thing he don't want to hear about.
 70, you caught it P ripped out MT. Spoopendyke, You're fish woman, you are. All you want now is some glass sides and some bubbles running through you to be an aquarium An other time we both go fishing, you stay home You hear?"
 And, with this novel mathematical suggestion, Mir. Spoopendyke hunted himself to his domicile, and took rum sweat. Brooklyn Eagle.
 "Ah! Then.'