Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1920-01-15
What Jerry TIGER Said About the
Other Fishermen.

Now if you folks'll jest git in and
sit down quiet, me and Jerry kin
shove you out nice and easy"
The authoritative yet musical
voice of Mrs. TIGER was speaking,
and Mrs. TIGER herself-a pleasing
picture OF middle age, despite the
marks of exposure to the weather
which her face and hands held
was standing at the edge of the
water, Individually in command Of
our little expedition. l looked at
her with furtive curiosity, for she
was an absolutely new type to me,
tall, a deep-bosomed, broad-shoul-
dered woman, muscled like a man,
yet with charming, womanly smile
lighting up her blue eyes and here
comely face.
Capability wa. written in every
line of her, although in contradic-
ton to this appearance was the ri
diculous feminine conservatism with
which she was dressed. AS tightly
corseted as if she were attired in a
tailored trotteur suit, she wore a
bathing suit with Bingham house
dress over it and a nondescript sort
of waterproof cloak over the whole
Tied under her capable chin, with its
hint of another, was mans broad
brimmed straw hat, with All extra
long Windsor tie, which had once
been fambuoyant plaid, but was
now faded wisp.
We stepped into the boat docilely
and were about to take our seats
when Mrs. TIGERS voice rang out
again.
A Careful Guide.
(which ore Of you kin take the
best care of the young one? She
can wriggle all she wants to. but
we can't have no gittin' up in the
boat and leanin' over. | don't mean
no offense, little girl'-her quick
eyes had seen Marion's sensitive face
cloud with humiliation-"but I've
seen some nasty accidents when peo-
pie got excited over drawing the
FISH in fast
"I'll take care Of the little girl"
my father interposed quickly. "If
she goes overheard she'll have to
drag me with her, because I'm 70
ing to tie her hair to my button
hole"
Marion giggled at his nonsense,
and the tension was broken. All of
US who knew Marion so we'll also
knew there was no need for Mrs.
Ulcers warning, for although excit-
able, she is the most docile of kid
dies, and, besides, has fund of COM
mon sense remarkable for her age.
But / think we were all grateful to
Mrs. TIGER for her warning. II
showed caution on her part, which
|, little used to boats, found most
reassuring.
Only Bottle Fish.
In another minute we were seated.
Marion and my father in the bow,
LILLIAN and l in the stern, and then
Mrs. TIGER and her sturdy, freckled
son, Jerry, pushed off the boat with
a mighty concerted effort, and
scrambling over the sides to the.oars
we were soon many rods from the
shore.
(which way are you going?"
Marion asked. Over where those
other boats are?"
Nav" Jerry's answer was
prompt, filled with contempt. "They
don't seem to know where the fish
are, although Buck Elders is in one,
and Jim Steele in t'other. If Buck
an Jim were alone they wouldn't
be there. I'll bet they'll feel like
hghtin' when they see us goin' to
the real grounds. But they've each
got some city fellers in there with
EN-, and, of course, they knows all
there is to be knowed about fshin'
an everything else. Buck was tellin'
me last night his chap hain't caught
nothin' but bottle fish. Buck said
if he ever saw another bottle fish
after this trip he was goin' to turn
up his toes and die"
Suppose you give your tongue
rest, Jerry and work your oars a
little more" his mother observed
good-naturedly, but with such evil
dent meaning in her admonition that
her son shut his flow of converse
ton off at the tap and bent to his