The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-08-09
With the Long B0w.
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EIGHT BILLION small fish claim Minnetonka their
- home. These figures taken from census started
at Commodore Odds naval dock at Big Island Two little
girls been to sit the end of the with
slices of bread and to make fast friends with the
fnny The fish, with almost preelnatural acumen
caught the fact that there pretty regular free
food distribution at Odds pier and got to oafng around
the dock, leaning up against the piles splitting bottom
and telling fish stories 1t nolsed abroad IN the
lake that fishes off Ods' dock getting something for
nothing and lot Of the fnny boys to be in when
the melon was cut r....-.
Always interested in matters Of this kind, borrowed
slice of bread from the naval stores the island and
tried game. AS you walk the length of the pier the
fish keep with each fish cooking one eye
up and watching to if any cumb drops At the end
Of the pier the water fairly bois with fish all the from
to eight inches long If you hold the bread inch
from the water of fish will jump for it, It is all
very exciting and interesting but has this drawback that
you not killing anything How sad it is that little
girls are not taught to kill something
Fish have widely different characters, and their express
Of counenance varied We read of fshy but
under water the shy is bright sharp and intelligent
The brows OF the fish not corrugated by care and every
fish to enjoy his existence and to be practically
hamperd by the convenonaties of life We wonder what
all these fish for since do not eat but innesmal
fraction of them ''that large one that you hooked
getting away you we'll recall and have mentioned to
several of your friends Perhaps the fish not concerned by
philosophical doubts to the usefulness the wyness Of
his existence, accepts gratefully and enjoys with
making himself sick worrying about it. Foolish fshes
who might make themselves uncomfortable! And their
friends, too.
When tried 60 swimming off the end of the DOCK
somewhat embarrassed by hrongs of fishes who
could swim much BETTER standing around and smiling be-
hind their fins at efforts
For the cool and quiet that the lakeside resorts oer we
the Tonka Bay rink the other night wrinkled
several places attempt to around the
corners without cracking anywhere 1t is great sorrow
that elderly ladies do skate You do not want to
butt in and get in the way of these young dudes neither
does the beauteous maiden of today wish to skate with her
uncle. That is, not steady diet
Incidentally after evening at the rink at Tonka,
detected the fact that young MORE wealthy
beyond the dreams of avarce and of the requisite
social graces should be great annoyance the fam
lilies of of the young ladies Of twenty summers
who of the rink at Tonka Bay We
A gambling game has been under way at Big Island
for days that the county authorities ought look into
Six eight Of the sports who cottages the island
sit in circle the green sward. In the center of this
circle is box. On the top of this box each sitter deposits
so cents The first person whom fly aghts takes the
money. This would to be fair game for quiet Sun
day. but it discovered that gentleman named P--
smearng sugar syrup his face. The flies found
out but Mr. p had nearly all the money the island
before the crowd became wise this dark Indian treache
night falls. The moonlight is keen white sword that
pierces the Of the with treacherous thoughts of
nights long past world sickness and yearning savage
tenderness sezes upon you you stand the dasome
verge Of the DOCK chad your dark blue bathing suit and
in the of strength like young menagerie
lion about be fed the fore quarter Of tender Sheep
Likewise sezes upon you, unless you duck under pretty
quick large flock Of poisonous from Crane Island
that people accustomed to the wild life Of the lake tell you
nothing but mosquitoes. ...:
IS Punk!
You I'M The long, trailing light of the
the lake shattered into thousand dancing lights
person dents the Deep The bliss Of the upon
your consciousness You aoat upon coloes liquid air.
The Weeds the trailing garments of the lake, brush softly
against you.
'sBang!'' .'Spash!'' ''Whoop!''
In drop all the children who insist riding upon your
shoulders and showing you how they
and top Of it and Of it and thru beside it.
little hand down your and little blonde head
with hair bobbed up pops beside you. Heaven bless
children. They angels land and in the water Ian
guage fails to express your feeling towards them.
Everything goes off with whoop and splash until the
time up and you getting chaery around glls
Then everybody makes rush for the boathouse and the
is full of waving towels-and mosqutoes-and flying
garments and emerging heads and arms.
If you don't sleep after that there's something on your
conscience that ought to be told to the policeman.