Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1920-02-22

mas been Ollered 10 the SIuueillS. Il,
though not yet master of good English.
l may be enrolled a member OF
this club.
Enclosed is a theme, Fishing EN-
cursion. If you will give me such
comments as are necessary for me,
shall appreciate them very much.
Very sincerely yours,
JAMES MATSUMOTO.
perhaps the above letter was not
included for publication, but IS 1T Will
be refreshing to teachers. liberty has
been taken to include it in this issue.
The same liberty may be taken with
all communications unless the writer
expresses his wish against IT'D
Un justice TO Flora Ludwig, whose
composition is utterly spoiled if the
spacing is wrong, we submit her poem
for second publication.)
RETROSPECTiON
How beautiful to roam around
In Natures meadows of delight
Where birds give forth lovely sound.
And flowers display their colors bright.
/ roam in a meadow of another kind.
The lovely meadow of my mind
How good to have friends who are true
Whose joys and sorrows you may
share.
Who'll ever faithful prove to you:
Such friends indeed are very rare.
Lovely Thoughts that live in my
Mind.
FLORA LUDWIG.
Senior, Phoenix High School.
CAS- Indian rugs are considered more
valuable if they have certain imper-
fections so the following story is a
bit more interesting because of a slip
of a word now and then. There are
no big laundering mistakes. but
throughout is fineness of feeling
which makes the story particularly
good.)
FISHING EXCURSION
Albert. won't you go out fishing? ?"
1t was Friday during the summer
vacation. and I was having dinner
when the daughter of a neighbor lifted
up the bamboo blind standing against
a fig tree by the house, and invited
me to join fishing excursion. Her
father was from New York, but resided
at Long Beach, California for quite a
long time and had small row poat of
his own in which he frequently went
out fishing
/ gladly accepted the invitation
Throwing down the Knife and fork OF
the table, | Snatched up my fishing
gear. basket, and mating, tucked them
under my arm and ran down to the
beach l found She boat ready to STAR
and Mr.. Johnosn was already unfast-
ening the mooring rope. He had a
companion in the boat besides his
daughter.
After getting clear out of the bay,
We reached the fishing ground. The
bait mostly used was young sardines
or sometimes mackerel chopped into
small pieces. We took our stations in
different parts of the boat and threw
out the lines, but the clearness of the
water and the earliness of the day, the
evening and morning are the best
times. were Nnfavorable to our fishing.
We did not hook a single fish though
few haunting fishes weer seen.
1t was already past three. and the
sun has declined toward the west and
threw silvery post over the smooth
and clear water. How fine the weather
was. But how weary Miss johnson
looked, She had no humor her face
that she had at starting. She held her
line so carelessly that her father re-
minded her several times. She seemed
tired by this time as if having no ide 1
of fishing. A chilly north wind blew
and sweeping over the sea produced
gentle waves which knocked against
the boat. Ripping clouds spread over
the sky from zenith to the southeast
ern horizon, looking like silvery waves
floating on the blue armament. and
cast their trembling images on the
bosom of the sea below
(To Be Continued0
JAMES MATSUMOTO.
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