Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-07-17
By BYPoN NALAl15

e"o liver Win complications VI spring
fever? It's that strange, indescribable
disease that drives one to thinking
Of his 'boyhood days down on the
farm" Happy days.
But the geetwisticus OF the liver is
bad ajlment. It causes otherwise
sensible men to write poetry and pro-
pose to widows. These are the two
forms generally diagnosed. While it
Is hard on our friends, I'VE feel truly
thankful this evening" that our attack
took the former route The first verse
was ike this
Down in the run" where the blue-bells
Mem'rics of boyhood air beckonin' me.
Once upon a time we knew an
Englishman who clipped his "g's," and
we decided to roll up our trousers
legs at the bottom, to make believe it
was raining in London, and to clip our
'g's' just as though we had been ac
oustomed to It, Having sharpened our
saw we cut off another spasm. When
1t had been doctored thoroughly, it
read like this:
Meadow larks carol. in rapsodies
Heart throbs. that wing TO the sky and
the leas.
That looked good to us, like our
wife who has been away on a long
visit, and we raised the meat ak again.
1t fell And this is the next verse:
Frogs In the bayou go "chugl ker plunk!"
Sun in the red west be almost sunk.
We felt quite at home on the back
of Pegasus after writing this, having
been associated with frogs all our life.
Did you ever hold frog by the left
hind toes and have him try to |
kick loose? 1t is great sport, a little |
hard on the frog, but entertaining in |
the extreme. especially if you are a
woman, because every time the frog
kicks you will scream and teeter
around like cockroach on hot flap |
Jack griddle. The fourth spout re-
minded us Of a spot out back of
mothers raspberry bushes, where we
annually did stunts with four-tined |
fork and a tomato can. 1t went like
this:
Worms in the bait can squirmin' en-
Fearin' the teeth of the game rock
bass
In Dullhead time we carried our
worms loose in the pocket of our short
coat, because no boy that ever tackled
A good bullhead hole when the wind
Is in the west" could ever take time
to run back and forth to a baitbox on
l stump. Some people do not carry
heir worms in the same manner we
that is neither here nor there,
1t least it isn't herel All, there.
But to return to the geetwisticus of
he liver. The next four verses came
n lump like an extra drag of rela-
ives on circus day, and here they
ire:
'hiner, and crappie. and pumpkin-tan
FOUNDER and flop in the minnie-pai.
'otched every one with new snare
ioughten with eggs what I jest done
hirt OF denim and trousers blue
lair sun dried to sorrel hue:
Get a-scarred some, with a tan OF
lang from the bridge to the water down.
By this time we were getting
chesty." and decided to throw off the
est with one swell foop-we mean /
III swoop. We did. Here it is. is it:
obber she goes with jump like mad: ii
'out the steenth bite and no fish. by II
dad. III
Let i'm dun hav' ut clean up to um's III
ehosiphatl but i've hooked er whalel" III
go IT, by thunder. you fghtin' shad. u
ont git away from this ere oil iad,'' :
later whipped white. to feathery r
foam. II
ckles me yet as I trudge ford home, !.
Then having completely finished the
ZEN. we employed trick Of the
ade to make 1t longer and more m
lpressive. We tackled the first verse IN
TO the tail end: IL
'wn In tie run where the blue-bells :
EN- ries Of boyhood air beckonin' me-
all
We cannot always control ourselves Gle
len Ill OF geetwist.cus OF the liver ans an,
tn spring foyer done In trails on vii
0 platter alongside. but In our sane o.,
d sanitary moments we never do
s We trust the explanation viii -.
commensurate and duly accepted
II Intentions are as harmless as a 60
by burro and our desire to please