The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-09-07
SHAW GOES FISHING,
Catches Cod OF the Coast of
Maine.
TELLS A NEW FISHING STORY
ACorrespondent fthe Lewiston, Inc. J
journal, Tells of Meeting the Secre-
tary and Their Fishing Trip.

SOu' "o', ieHS OF MeetinR the SeCre.
tarY and Their Fishing Trip.
(From the Lewiston. Me. Journal, Aug. 2O)
Squirrel Island, Aug. 20 Especially
Mr.. Secretary, this lie Mr.,
OF the Lewiston Journal"
Good, . said MIR. Secretary. We
go fishing at a ~. tomorrow on the
Woodbury.. You are invited"
1t was in the Squirrel Island Spa at
8 p m. Wednesday, and Hon. Leslie
NJ Shaw, United States Secretary of
the Treasury, was just coming out of
the doorway, arms full of packages
With him twas MIR. Walter Emerson,
the we'll known Washington CORE.
spondent who iss passing his vacation
at Squirrel. 1t was the quickest intro
duction and the quickest invitation |
ever had. Mr.. Shaw emphasized the
"YoU" with poke of the forefnger
on my shoulder. Five a. m. sharp
Revenue Cutter Woodbury.. Pumpkin
Rock. Glad to see you. Come, nv
boy. aud we'll have some fun"
And he was off to the Squirrel Inn
to meet his family.
Thursday morning was of the sort
that should be made and trademarked
especially for deep-sea fishing, under
the auspices of the Secretary of the
Treasury The sun came up along
about I'm. like golden ball. The
sea had rolled itself out fiat in the
night. The fogs .that have troubled
these summer shores so grievously this
season had fled to sea. There was a
blue haze of perfect day on the outlying
mystery of the ..horizon and only here
and there the long sea rollers broke on
the Lodges lazily and in seeming deep
content.
At 4 a. N. the bugle-call that suggest
ed "Allsup! All up! sounded from the
Woodbury. and ten minutes later the
gig and the cutter were manned at the
davits on their way to the pier at
Squirrel.
From the hotel came sleepy-eyed
squad. There;were half dozen en-
sea captains who were summering
there in nautical toggery. There was
Colby College professor, Brown
University professor, a Washington
correspondent, a half dozen Squirrel
Island professional men, an editor or
two. andl one lbrave little damsel who
had come down to see her papa off to
the land of the deep sea cod.
In the van OF the hotel party was
Secretary Shaw himself. First i'm
pressions of eminent men do not al
ways hold good. In this case they did.
On'Wednesday evening he had been
alert, ! social, congenial natural
and hearty; he was just the same on
Thursday morning. Having only half
day atSquirrel before he was off for
the duties of campaign on the
Pacific coast, he was out to make the
most OF it. A man never to be forgot
ten is the Hon. Leslie M. Shaw OF
Iowa. Dressed in broad brimmed
blacks Kossuth:. hat. q gray suit with
Prince Albert coat. white vest and
white linen, he bore the familiar hall
mark OF the western statesman, but it
is his face that tells the story Keen
and thoughtful intelligence is written
all over it.ENo one, once seeing Gov
ernor Shaw. could ever forget him.
He dominates the surroundings by his
quick nervous, energetic manner.
When he speaks it is with low tone
OF voice, but with remarkable clearness
OF enunciation like one used to speak
ing to'the point and to audiences. His
eyes are peculiarly intense and always
on the alert. As he stood on the dock
in the growing sunlight, he saw every
one otlhis guests and had a jolly good
morning for each of them. In q
moment everyone was freely at home
with Mr.. Shaw. There is no stand.off
about the Secretary of the Treasury.
He is EMBODIED in no spurious dignity.
Among the party were several young
people. The Secretary looked after
these as 3 father after his children.
On the wharf was girl OF fifteen who
had come down to see her father off.
Aren't you going, Miss" sang on,
the Governor.
There are no blades going, said she
What of it. If you are down here
so early as this you must enjoy it. Sc
come'along, 'land he hoisted her in.
We sailed out to..sea-past where the
Cuckolds sloom and where the sun
breakssover the hidden rocks.
Then the. Woodbury. slowed up and
! we had asscup of coffee and a biscuit.
Then the white haired pilot put us
on the fishing ground and the crew
brought. out. theEcod lines and the
clam-headss for. bait; the Secretary
mounted the rail and from the gang