Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1906-06-13
A Wonderful Fishing Yarn A Nice Lady Book Agent

breathed tale into the ears OF the
village about marvellous trout on ex'
hibltiOn at the home of VIII White.
and the male population, who love fish.
Ing and desp!se liars climbed the long
hills towards Mr.. Whites home to ex.
anime the rumor and the trout,
"One of Bill's boys told me the trout
weighed as much as small ham, and
was so long he couldn't turn In the
creek without backing up and curving
his tail like a carpet beater," a fat man
said, as he climbed over barbed wire
fence leaving his coat tails as relies
consigned with appropriate language
"Bill's boy, Fred caught him, an he
told me sartin that the fish weighed
confusion and perdition!" breathless
enthusiast yelled, as he slipped on a
wet stone and skinned his eye on an
apple tree.
Fish stories is fish stories" pious
church member commented but boys
should be taught to stick to the truth"
The deacon stuck to nail on the top
of Jake Dietch's pasture fence mo-
ment afterwards, and member OF the
congregation felt impelled, as he
helped him down to say: I'm sorry
for your language, deacon"
'Ya'as, but you don't give a darn for
my trousers, Them's what count in
prayer meetings or in society" the
deason said, in panied way,
Bill told me On his word Of honor
that ere fish weighed close onto FIVE
pounds exact by Malcolm's scales,
whee2y man declared as he wiped
strip of plowed land from his face and
took chew of tobacco as an antidote.
"Hee-hee-hee-h -haw!" the crowd roared
in derision.
1T sounds like Maud coming" Mr.
White commented as he took his eyes
off the fish and scanned the horizon
score of village folks thrOnged
around. Beyond from the valley the
trail was still dotted with an advanc.
ing procession. Hello! Where in
thunders the funeral?' Bill asked.
I'VE heard an amazing rumor and
we've come to investigate" the crowd
cried.
I'VE want the truth, all of it, and
nothing but-ki-yi-yi! Call that dog
Off" the man with the missing coat.
tails yelled, as he jumped a cistern,
cider barrel and a chicken coop.
Were determined in the matter,
amt we, boys?' the deacon said, sol
emnly as he got behind the fat man.
The crowd roared approval. Bill be-
gan to look frightened, ITS a mis-
take, boys he gasped "He wasn't
hooked on Sunday. He was hooked on
the Cassville fats"
Bring him out weigh him up" the
crowd ordered
III he doesn't weigh two pounds
Wen mob you" the slim enthusiast
shouted as he waved one hand to-
wards the sun and distracted the
wheezy mans plug tobacco with the
other The crowd roared approval.
Bill got the scales. His face had pc.
culiar smile, a brook trout smile, gid-
and stray particles OF shaving soap.
Then he got the fish and placed IT
gently on the scales. The crowd
gasped when they saw it. A long
breath of amazement ran through them
with sound like that of a bulldog
going through pea vines after cat
The weight slid along pound aft
pound until the bar trembled, wavered,
balanced.
Five pounds, three ounces Bill
said, simply, like a hero who didn't
want a pension.
A hush deep and wonderful, fell
upon the crowd. Then the fat man
said well, I'm d"
Never mind" the deacon interrupt
ed We've had variety enough for the
Sabbath. Hold an autopsy, Doc, an
give us the symptoms
Or. Dewing diagnosed the trout and
announced; twenty-five inches long,
two and half inches thick, rather thin
and starved looking, probably suffered
from dyspepsia, caused by eating fro2.
en- frogs during the winter. Normal
weight in good health should have been
at least eight pounds. An out.anl-out
trout, perfectly spotted, beautifully
formed and worthy OF an honorable
grave
Which he'll get, by thunder AMI
gr ased lightning" Bill said, expand.
ing his bosom in a proud way
The village professor quoted Greek
all the way back to the village His
language may have been justifable,"
the deacon afterwards confded to his
wife, but it sounded mighty suspi'
cious"
1T was the dumdest trout ever
caught in these parts, the fat man
said Everybody agreed with him. 1t
was unanimous. It was wonderful. |
Ii was true.
The Difference.