St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-17
THREE FISHY STORIES.

John II. Ives is considered very
astute politician, and since his last fish
ing trip he considers himself a very
astute fisherman. Last week, accom-
panied by several friends, he took trip
to Balsam lake to spend few days, ana
try to relieve the lake Of some OF It's
numerous finny inhabitants. Arriving
at the lake he inquired Of some OF the
lone fishermen the proper Dalt
to be used to achieve success. lie
was told frogs. Accordingly ne
secured one of the largest specimens he
could find, being about the size or an
elephants foot, and with his TRENDS
proceeded across the lake to Try MS
luck. Attaching his frogship to the END
of a long line he gave 1t a Swish ana
out into the lake he went. Shortly
after on looking toward little musk
rat hut, he discovered sitting ON top
what he declared to be the largest frog
he had ever seen looking directly at
him. Some one told him to
pull in his line, remove his
frog, and try and catch the
one perched on the muskrat hut. lie
ieisurely pulled in his tackle, but when
he got ready to throw out for Mr.. Frog,
10 and behold he had disappeared.
SuSpecting nothing, wondering why
his companions were convulsed with
laughter and asking, "Whats eatln'
you?" he tired in again and settled him
self for a comfortable nap, dreaming or
pike, pickerel. bass ard cropples.
In the meantime one OF MS
friends had succeeded in land
ing very large bass. Without
disturbing John they pulled in his line,
removed the bait and attached the bass.
Then John was aroused, told he had a
bite and had better pull in. John was
Skeptical and would not believe, but
feeling the line twitch he became eX-
cited and hauled in hand over hand
what he claimed to be the best catch OF
the day and gave all his companions the
laugh, until he reached the city, when
the story was told, and now his
fishing comrades are having the laugh,
besides the drinks and cigars, on him.
Lieut. Phil SchweitZer is pretty nice
sort of fellow, but last night demon
strated that he can tell a pretty mon
umental story when he tries. 1t wasn't
fish story or snake story, or any of
the kind which very good men go
wrong upon occasionally. Twas an
egg story; just common whOpper
about an egg. AS is well known the
little ''leftenant' is chicken fancler of
10 small kind 81 heard a great racket
among my Chickens" said he. land went
out to the hennery to see what was up.
There was great deal OF excitement,
and l paused awhile. thinking a rat
might have invaded the yard. All the
chickens were gathered around one
Plymouth Rock, which was making a
peculiar cutlery, and for some reason
the others appeared considerably con-
cerned about the Plymouth hen. went
in and they dispersed. | found the
plymouth hen had laid IN egg as big
as a Bartlett pear. The shell was
so soft that by pressing it an
indentation was noticeable. Yet
it was a shell, and the wonder
is it had not broken l opened the
egg and found inside another egg of
ordinary size. The first egg had no
yolk-was all white. The second egg
had no shell, but just skin, such as
you've often seen pullet lay. 1t was
perfect egg: that is, it had a yolk as
we'll as white. Oh, l knew you'd say it
was lie, but it is fact which | can
prove. Yes, the hen lived; but she was
sick for awhile"
Col. B0Oleter is likewise an aSuuUe
politician and an astute fisherman as
well. AS politician be cannot affiliate
with Mr.. Ives, however. The tariff
Issue and other similar tritles constitute
the rock upon which they split po-
litically; but as fishermen-there is
the secret of deep, brotherly
ly feeling, lasting fellowship.
The colonel did not go to a lake to cast
his line He is an epicure, and nothing
short of beautiful speckled brook trout
would please him; and he HE'D himself
away over into Washington county,
where Pan sings soulful music to charm
away the cares of squirrels, the birds
and the bees; and there, when he first
viewed the bubbling brooklet, the colonel
softly murmured, This is the way |
long have sought. and mOurned because
l found it not" He cast his fly with
great expectations, but long and in vain
did he wait for the accommodating trout
to swallow the bait and allow himself to
be landed. 1t was sad disappointment,
and the colonel has not sufficiently re-
covered his usual spirits to make it safe
for any one to allude to the matter.