Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1902-07-08
We don't git fun alvin when the rum
giVS aOut.

giv's aout.
''Oh. once there was a fishin' craowd up
An fust that they was KNOWN there
- warn't thing to take.
They started Zekl Piper aout to fetch a
An he hoofed it clear to Greenville, then
| he hoOfed it back, by gum.
He had. jug o Ticker, a-totin' ON his
| back
But zek'l wasn't feelin' skersely fit to
| walk a crack.
Soon's the fellers seed him comm, a
humpin' up the TRAIL
| Ev'ry body hollered SOS to give old Zeke
zek'l tried to brace hisself to send 'em
back yell,
bust that jug to well,
It's an awful solum feelin when your
lips air in a paout
All ready for a historian the rum giv's
Ti.deedle-di, there hain't no doubt,
1t is mighty tedious Twin when the rum
giv's aout."
Had we only gone fishing with Isaak we'd
have got him to carefully state
Just how many times he'd advise US to
pull up and spit On the bait.
OF course, here is Ring and here's Garlic
ton who are posted in fairish degree,
But think of the facts we'd discover
just Isaak off ishing-and we!
"A lle Is llhc liuuOT InellOWS, GInDdlu
in the amber of years.
And at last cen the veriest skeptic re-
Trains from his scoffings and jeers.
Just think of the sort of reception that
rumpled-up husband would get
With a story like Jonah's in these days
to account for the way he'd been wet!
And the rest of the Scriptural stories
though accepted as Gospel o. X,
Need all the sanction of ages to make
them pass muster today.
No. if we'd been fishing with Isaak by
those halcyon brookSideS of old,
Our stories by this time, l reckon would
have ripened just right to be told.
And the matters that Carleton and STAN
ley and Ring nave set forth in their
books,
The things they allege in the papers to
have caught here and there on their
hooks,
The yarns of the Kineo loungers told yon
in the firelisht's glow,
That set cen the chimney to gasping, as
up with the Smoke-wreathS they go,
Those yarns, so l carefully figure, will
just about grow to be true,
If they're not nipped by frosts in the
meantime, long somewhere Two
Thousand and Two.
And then will some other sweet singer
be standing right here in this place,
trickle from out of his face;
And he will be hailing the fiction of these
days absolute truth
And because he has lived in years later,
he'll reek with regret and with ruth.
He'll sing of their noble achievements as
the Tyre he gently will touch,
Il refer to the lute, not the liar-not
to Henry, Leroy or such.
Here pause to quote lines from ballad
that is carolled by Uncle Pete Frye,
Who has tol6 many stories of fishing but
was never yet caught in a lie
"Forty-seven horn-paouts sozzled in
stew,
If hook is poked in an angle-worm he
don't know what to do.
Used to beau the gals around when | was
in my prime,
| TUX gal to catch some fish once upon
a time;
Gal she cotched a lamper eel-nearly
throwed fit,
Had to hold her in TIE bot she wanted so
to quit.
When L baited up ag'in she thought she
had a bite,
Let squeal an' yanked the pole an
hooked me good ana tight
Never noticed what she'd done for she
was sort o blind,
She hooked me in the shoulder blade.
somewheres there behind.
She ripped and yanked and jerked and
hauled an then she squealed some
Am l sot down and grabbed the oars an
bumped myself for shore.
Says she, 'Haow much dye s'pose he
weiShs?' Says /, 'Yed understand
If We was man an wanted to fight an
| had We aout on land
have the chance
To take gal on Il fishin trip, put on
your iron pants.
'Yaller perch an sculpins, dog-fish,
sharks an skate.
Them's the kind of critters that is allus
gnawn' bait.
Teller daoWn in our place he was a
rated fool
Never seemed to know thing-cOuldn't
stay in school;
Used to hang around the store and hear
the dodgers talk,
Bigger lies that they would tell the more
the critter'd gawk.
Herd 'em say that BelZebub would ketch
mean Cephas Waite
BY simply riggin' tackle with a copper
cent for bait.
Feler got a line an cent an bumped it
daown the road.
An jigged the cent acrost the fence
where Uncle Cephas hoed.
Uncle Cephe put on his specs an when
he seed the cent
He up an run, an fool he run an off they
tore hell-bent.
Fool he went an stubbed his toe-was
clumsy on the wing
An Uncle Cephe put out his foot an
course he bruk the string.
Tucked the cent daown in his jeans an
then went back an hoed.
An fool went howlin' like loon an
belfrin 6aown the road.
To ev'ry critter that he see he howled
that Cephas Waite
Had bit all right but got away with
sinker, hook an bait.
Oh, feedle-dee an feedle-dum, jest hear
your Uncle Frye:
-Onless your tackles strong enough
we hadn't better try.
Don't fish for fish or fish for cash or
fish for place or fame
Onless your line is strong enough to
hold an lift the same.
For pin-hook folks that fish for whales
will find as sure as Fate.
In business ways or pollytics-they'-
simply waistin' bait"
Following the meeting there was music
and singing, promCnading on the broad
verandas and then rest and sleep.
| Everybody is hoping for fair weather,
| tomorrow and next day, so that the
| sporting events. which have been ar