Omaha daily bee., 1907-04-15
BLOOMING THOUGHTS OF SPRING
Visions of BOyhOOd Days Flash
Through the Years, Making once
Routine IrksOme.

The man leaned back In his desk chair
with his fingers interlaced back of his
head He gazed vacantly at the fresh,
new looking sunlight bathing the walls OF
the buildings over the way. The ONCE win
dows were open, and a great twlttering
Of sparrows proceeded from somewhere.
Little gusty, warm zephyrs crept occa-
sionally through the open windows, The
mans desk was heaped up with work
Rut he wasn't working. He wasn't even
pretending to work, and he yawned a
good deal. When ne took occasional fur
tive Rlimpses of the stack OF work on his
desk ne turned from It with aversion.
"Yo-hum-humw he yawned, making a
nrodieious chasm in his face and almost
dislocating his Jaw. "work, work, work
Good notion TO flag II, What's the use OF
working, anyhow? Listen to those birds.
They're not working They're just fool
ing around having fun. Dog-gone the
work Sure is a balmy day. Look at the
sky, Nary a cloud. And as blue as
blue as a tub of that bluing used to see
I'm the kitchen at home on wash day.
Gee! II l was back at that age, /
wouldn't be sitting here trying to make
up my mind to go to work. Not at this
time OF the year, I wouldnt-just now,
fuzzy-wuzzy stun is on the trees and all
that.
'Fishin'. That's what want to do-go
ashin'. And l don't care whether catch
any nsh or not-Just want TO go hshin'.
va like to be in a skin right now, with a
couple OF shrimp baited hooks over the
side, pulling on the bummest old pipe I've
got, and blowing smoke rings at the blue
vault OF heaven. II I got q bite, II 'ud
be all right--rd haul In. And II l didn't
get a bite, It 'ud be all right, too-just so
III could Toll around in an old skin and
bail her out once in a while, and see a
couple OF toads blinking at me from a
log near the bank, and hear the catbrds
making all OF that fuss about nothing
making out as II they're worried when
| they're not at all-well, that would be
good enough for me-wouldnt have to
catch any fish. Never could understand
these angler fellows, anyhow-these fell
| lows that really want to catch FISH. That
never was my idea, particularly. Never
| had much OF an idea OF catching fish
| Just wanted to go hshin'. that's all. Going
through the motions Of catching fish suits
me well enough-that's what I call goin
hshin'. guess it's just loafing that want.
And I'm not a bit ashamed to admit IT,
either-I want 10 loaf the worst way. and
right now-ho-humf
Look at that boy out there on the street
With roller skates and hooking on 10 the
back Of a wagon. Whee-whiml Wish
was that kids age. Lemme see. when
was his age, this was Just about the time
| OF year when ia be worrying the life and
soul out Of the little old mother to let me
20 barefooted. And she never could see
/ il, so early as this, OF course, but I'd
poster and pick on her about II, esPe-
oially on Saturdays when there wasn't any
/ school until hnally-1ong early In April
1 guess Il was-she'd let me take my shoei
/ on for a little while in the afternoon. tell
/ ing me, though, that I'd better not let dat
/ see me barefOOted and warning me to hav,
my shoes on by the time he came home
! ana didn't Il feel good, though, 10 trot bare
/ footed through the fresh young grass! I'd
Z IKE 20 ~ harefooted some this spring my
| ELI, n I am an old sno0zer and setting