The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1900-05-11
s Mr.. Jobson Goes Fishing ;
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES


lyl after he had finished reading
the paper on Saturday evening, what
would you rather do or 60 a-fishin'?"
Mrs. Jobson wasn't familiar with
the phrase, and she had to pass.
Eyes, l am sane," went on Mr.. job
son, observing Mrs. ,Jobson's puzzled
look. You are liable to railroad me
across the eastern branch to the big
government institution sooner or
later, Mrs. Jobson, but I'm sane, all
right. Here's what I mean: This is
the beauteou,, spring season. There
fore it is the foolish season for fish.
Fish bite in spring in the upper Po-
tomac. Likewise, nature is now as
Stunning her loveliest robes. I propose
that we get skiff tomorrow morn
ing. row ten or Is miles up the upper
Potomac, drink in the beauty of the
unfolding LEAKAGE, and catch barrel
of fish. I'll do the rowing"
Mrs. Jobson kept at her honiton lace
work very industriously.
''Aren't you afraid there might be
some danger in rowing now that you
have grown SO stout, and" she be-
gan after q pause.
'Oh, that's it," interrupted Mr. Job
son. "You are of the opinion that it
is my purpose to get you in a boat,
pull her out to the middle of the river
: and scuttle her; or else you think that
I don't know any more about rowing
than do of the Higher and Nebler-
one or the other. Mrs. Jobson, I never
won any diamond SOULS for rowing,
and l don't pretend that can beat
a Norfolk boat down to Old Point in
an outrigger; but I can row, Mrs.
Jobson-you don't want to let that
fact get away from you; I can row,
all right. And can fish, too. And
when you're throwing out jibes about
people getting stout and puffy and
things like that, permit me to remind
youthat the passing of the years is not
leaving you exactly SO sylph-like as
you were when came along and res
cued you from single blessedness. I
may not be quite so Slim Jimmy and
quick on my pins as I was a couple
O. years ago, but if can't pull the
both of us up to where the falls be-
gin on the upper Potomac, without
taking a long breath, and then turn
against the tide, you can present ~
name for membership in the Fat
Mems club, that's ALL
Thus it came about that shortly
after nine o'clock on Sunday morn
ing Mr.. and Mrs. Jobson, with a
plethoric basket of lunch, appeared at
the foot of one of the Georgetown
streets, where Mr.. Jobson rented lines
and sinkers and bought enough bait
to fit out Gloucester fishing smack
for the Great Banks, and negotiated
for a boat.
II don't want any of your tubs"
said Mr.. Jobson to the boatman.
Gimme shipshape looking craft,
that's got some style about it-none of
these here clumsy outfits that look
like Dutch frigates in gale o. wind"
"Well, I've some nice outriggers."
\ said the boatman, looking Mr.. Job
1son over out of the tail of his eve.
"Dut they're bit hard to manage, if
you amt used to 'enn, and"
! Are, hey?". said Mr.. Jobson. swell,
If there's any one thing that I can
do besides smoking and not playing
on the cornet, it's just toying with an
ontrigger. That's what I had in
mind-an outrigger. Gimme the long
est and lowest and \ rakishest. one
you've got in the barn, and you'll see
whether I can manage it or not"
But" interposed Mrs. Jobson,
n after she had made some furtive ges-
lures to the boatman, haven't you
I often read of accidents with that
kind OF boat, and aren't they 1gsss
"Do we do business, and do I ret
that outrigger?" said Mr.. Jobson, &C.
/. verely, to the boatman, who had no
alternative but to produce the style