The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-05-17
SOAKED
Three Local Nimrods Go to Botfom
OF Green Lake and Barely
Escape With Lives.
Governor Johns Factory Inspector
Loses Pair of Fancy Shoes in
Gumbo of Deep Gutter.

A number of publicans and sinners
consisting of George Rice (''Jim
H1ll'), Elmer Chapman, Louis Lar
son, Magnus Sjoblom, Bill Nicely.
Pete johnson and state factory in
spector who handles side line of
cigars, HE'D them to Green lake on
Friday night with an array of fish
spears, jack lights and lantern for
the purpose of i1npaling upon their
murderous instruments the harmless
inhabitants of the troubled waters at
the mouth of a brook which empties
itself into the lake hereinbefore men
toned.
The night was dark one and the
wind blew in gusts. It was one of
those cold, squally evenings which
put out the jacks as fast as lighted
and necessitated recourse to the Ian
tern and the hip-pocket resuscitator.
Ihe fish were however so plentiful
that, with the aid of the lantern hung
IN the PROV of the boat, the most in
experienced spear manipulation could
capture wagonload of pickerel with
out much effort. In fact the fish we're
SO multitudinous that light would
nave been unnecessary were it not for
the restrictions of the game laws
which forbid the spearing of other
than the coarse species.
-Four boatloads of pickerel we're
speared and dumped on shore. and
then followed chapter of accidents.
Pete johnson and Magnus Sioblom.
two heavyweight Norwegians, were
engaged in spearing the fifth boat
load, and had secured about a hum
dred pounds, when the craft which
contained them sprung a leak and
went down in about twelve feet of
water. The lantern in the prov of the
boat was OF course extinguished and
total darkness prevailed The bows
on shore, who were telling ghost
stories, Immediately became aware of
the peril of their companions and
rushed to the rescue. Louis Larson
was the first to run to the bank and
yell: keep your heads up, boys!
Keep your heads, up! Well get a
gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. Louis
had approached too close. Head
down, feet up, he was stuck in the mud
near shore. Jim Hill,'' who pos
sesses a clear, calculating head. at
the first sound of the gurgles had
rushed off into the woods and secured
pine stick. To this he hastily ap-
piled a match and returned to the
bank. When he arrived Magnus and
Pete were splashing about in the water
about ten feet from shore, putting and
blowing like pair of hippopotami.
Magnus' head was bobbing up and
down like an inflated bladder in a
choppy sea while Pete was veil
ing: LET go my neck. Let go my
neck! Swim yourselfH'- gurgle. CUR
gle. The light from the torch made it
possible to throw ropes with accuracy
to the drowning boys, and they were
eventually dragged forth, wrung out
and resuscitated. In the meantime
Louis Larson, with the assistance of
Bill Nicely, had regained the shore,
and was but little the worse for his
headlong plunge. The only thing he
complained of was a bad taste in his
mouth. This was speedily removed.
Twas sorry, dilapidated trio that
sat there in the glare of the pine knot.
This closed the fishing operations
for the night, but before the boys
reached their buggies another acct
dent happened. The factory in
spector, while crossing a gutter,
proved to be short on the jump. Con-
sequently, instead of gaining the op-
posite bank, he struck the middle.
Willing hands pulled him from the
mudhole. but his shoes, which were of
the dudish style generally worn by
Governor Johns representatives, are
still in the gutter.
If Elmer Chapman fails to cor
roborate this story he told US an UNI
truth.