Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-04-20

h ckory poles. and wrigglng worm
was impaled in such d manner that
he could not slip from the hook. And we
cast the line in the deep green pool i'll
the shade of the giant sycamore Then
we waited, our time given over to boy
ish fancies and dreams of the future. We
were undecided as to whether the presi-
denCy was "A really better position than
the heavyweight championship when
Our cork wobbled, sending out innumer-
able ripples on the surface of the still
green water. Then 1t became still Again
there was futter, and we breathed
with tightly csenched lips, our hearts
jumping. humping all the time like the
proverbial trphammer.
Then down she went, Cork and all
had disappeared. And threw the
hickory pole over our heads. There was
nothing of the modern fisherman in that
raising of tho hickory pole; Il was against
all the rules of modern angling-but
ycnder on the grass lay quivertng,
shining hit of scales more priced thar
the fifty-pound beauty caught off Mobil'
with a steel rod, hundred yards of I'M
breakable line a twenty dollar reel. a
landing net. shotgun and case OF
extra dry in the bow of the boat
Thus the day went on. We forgot
about dinner time and evening cast long
shadows on the water when We finally
Dulieu III our lines. lie OdN was UOnf
and We sighed that such pleasure should
be broken up by something against
which we could not complain. So We
twisted the lines the hickory poles,
took the tapping string from the water
and honleward turned our way. And in
our dreams we heard the mournful calls
of the turtledoves; kinghsher darted
down. dipped his wings in the green
water and scurried off when he sped us
tel inf = hn han
Yes, in fishing. like everything else. the
years have caused change. We no
longer fish with hickory pole. one line
three hooks and can of 'fshwOrms.
We have gone back 20 Tranquility
Springtime came. and with 1t the wander
lust. and wanderlust can have only one
meaning to fisherman. To fight ones
wanderlust makes one morbid. and so we
packed our suit case and selected a time
table at random. We glanced at the cen
ter map. for the mathematical problems
of railway time-ta BILE, find, are diff
cult to solve.
And there before threaded the
Wabash, 1t surely looked "A ghost of a
stream on that railroad map. And there
at that little angle lay Tranquility, the
Tranquility where We as BOYS passed our
summers and winters-and fiShed Of
course, our town did not show on the
map but she was there anyway, and we
picked out the twisting course of the
stream that We knew So we'll The
question OF where to go was settled in an
instant. and already we basked in the
springtime sunshine Of Tranquility.
OF course our town had changed There
were wonderfully paved streets. shaded
avenues. a waterworks and a new court
house, but we were at home and we
asked first about the fishing We found
that several years ago the stream that
had yielded the cattle" and the ''sunnie''
to our careful "bobbing had been in
vaded by the worst of all fish. the carp.
This state of affairs resulted in the driv-
ing off of other fish. and gradually the
once honorable pastime of angling in the
Wabash came to nil.
Then the government took a hand
With paternalism that would usually