The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1919-08-28
SOME TRIP, THIS

Mr.. and Mrs. o. H. Beckwith and
Mr.. and Mrs. Fred Carter returned
home last Friday after twelve days
trip around the lake shore of the up
per half of the lower peninsula Of
Michigan. There is, perhaps, no place
in America that has more charms for
the summer tourist than the lake re-
gion of northern Michigan and our
Clio friends had the opportunity of
seeing the most delightful part of it.
They made the trip to the straits via
Scottville, Manistee, Traverse City,
and Petoskey, seeing something of
the grandeur of nature in the forests
and glistening lakes which lay along
the entire route. The boys stopped
and fished in many of the lakes and
at Millersburg, which is on the shore
of Lake Pazaza, they caught the
largest black bass ever exhibited be-
fore the popping eyes Of the awe
stricken natives. When this whop-
per was shown, not told, to one old
resident disciple CT Piscatorius, he
howled in dismay, "now ye've went
and done it; come up here and caught
'th ole son of sea horse thet been a
fishin' fer this twenty year. Thet's
! the same ole whale towed Bill Punk
ett's two masted schooner twice
around the lake three year ago and
bit chunk out o Sim Wignon's oar
when he had i'm hooked and was try
in to stun i'm SOS he cud get i'm in
ter his boat; that darned fish bit a
twenty pound gander thet was SWIM
min on the lake last summer and
carried him two mile under water
fore he cd flop hisself lose. We been
fishin fer i'm for years and here you
two dudes thet never done nothin'
ter earn i'm come up here and car
ries him off. Thet's just what We git
by livin' on one o these ere darned
ortmobile pixies. All We got's the
pike. AFTER this us fellers here
hain't got nothin ter live up to-" So
you can see it was "some" bass,
weighing just trifle less than six
pounds. Other small fish were
caught in plenty but this was the real
piscatorial event of the trip. At his
toric Mackinac Island the tourists
climbed the steep hill that leads to
the fort and walked along the an
cient ramparts where cannon which
were formidable in their day frown
over the cleaning expanse of the
broad strait and carry the mind back
to the stirring days of border and
colonial warfare. They saw the lofty.
sculptured, sandstone cliffs, crowned
with verdure, and from their heights
watched the great orb of day as it
slowly sank beneath the waters, cloth
| ing all the wester sky with radiant
shafts of crimson, as though bidding
regal welcome to the shadows and
calm of evening and to the coming
of starry night. Well, it was beauti-
full, that's all; one Of the things that
fingers in memory and compensates
for the stony and thorny ways our
feet must travel in the humdrum of
daily existence. On the home stretch
our tourists came by way Of Cheboy-
gan, Onaway, Alpena, Lincoln, Osco-
da and Saginaw, seeing something in
teresting in every mile Of the journ-
ey and enjoying it all of the way. OF
course, the trip came to an end all
to quickly even il it lasted twelve
days, but there was comfort in the
thought that in all of the journey
they had seen no little town that look
ed better, or more enterprising or
prosperous than home-Clio, Michi-
gan.