Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-05-24
"Hey, Coin Fishin'? Read
Tom Marshal and You Will

Hark! You disciples of Isack
Walton, gather around and get
chummy. The Red Gods are now
whispering and gently chanting their
seductive call afeld and astream.
Fishing season in the major portion
of our states is ushered in with
Decoration Day, May 3Oth. A legal
holiday, day of rest, u most logical
time for the gratifying of the migra-
tory instincts of the human race,
when the general impulse is to get
out in the open and do something"
With this declared holiday the writ
er will again commence his series
of fishing articles, injecting inform
alton, experiences and likely places
TO enjoy the Queen of Outdoor
sports Fishing.
There are two insidious microbes
migratory and fishing-like pro-
verbal sheep dogs, they hunt in
palrs-liVinG examples of consistent
team work. The bacteria, labeled
mlgratlon, is first to insert his sting
ef beneath ones cuticule. This oc-
caslons ennui, semi-dormant ambi-
Ilon with absence of ability to per-
form ordinary manual labor. A
strength, except, when the effort
is put forth in lifting or CARRYING
some accessory, necessary to q pros
pectlVe f1shing excursion. At this
point the bacterium, (co-worker of
the bacteria, but one size larger)
taxes up the work. 1t is conceded
tLat the microbe a la angelitis, is
the most deadly, as it works on the
Vlctim's gray matter, starting the Red
Gods TO whispering and becoming a
ihe or solicitation to visit lakes and
streams, where the finny tribe i'm
patiently await your coming. Your
nome associates are eliminated. ex-
ceptlng those who are able to con-
me their conversation to fishing,
thus enabling you to live, with them,
IN an atmosphere of piscato rial
thousht. All other companions at
TINS period of the contagion become
passed, they are slipped into the
social discard. Men of the red blood
type. Charter members of the Sc
lective guild of angling sportsmen-
are your congenial friends. Your
inclination is to talk of nervous
preakdowns-run down condition
tell OF an office friend, completely
Snot TO pieces because he failed to
llsh, you continue to talk of food
conservation, reciting the fact. that
nook and line anglers and fishermen,
last season, caught over 100000
hsh, with gross weight of over o.
OOO,00O pounds. Unnecessary for
Mr.. Hoover to advise or admonish
you to go on with this good work; /;
your old friend, General Inclination,
VIII act as coach. in guiding you, in
the proper direction.
Ensconced in your comforta BILE
chalr before a CRATE fire, with salts
factory home surroundings, you are
emitted to day dream. Your Jim
my Pipe has dropped from your
hand, the feathery. mosquito proof
smoke, circles in an understanding
halo around your dome of piscatoriaI
thought, now traversing in semi
slumber land. Soothed by peaceful
surroundings, you mentally delve in
to the sanctuaries of Dame Nature,
who woes and wins you, she is ac-
cessory to the fact, that you are a
deserter. For a few brief moments
you will desert sordid business and
social environments. Nature waves
her magic wand. You are mentally
transported by day dream, to Ieafy
forests, where gently waving boughs
beckon and welcome. To spring fed