Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-05-19

AHey look DuSSelS from the shadows.
Tor bait, and having gone to all this
trouble, declined to share with friends
less energetic and provident the per-
qulsltes and pleasures secured to
themselves.
Albert Paxton was one person
VINO proved his enterprise. Having Wis
lted the spot some days before, he had
hlred for his exclusive use throughout
the duration of the picnic an old row.
BOAT belonging to a shanty squatter;
IL was the only rowboat within a mile
or two and Albert had his own uses
ior 1t. Albert was the class lover and.
AFTER first taking the three chaperon
teachers "out for row." an excursion
| concluded in about ten minutes, he dis
| embarked them; Sadie Clews stepped
INTO the boat, pocket camera in one
| hand, tennis racket in the other; and
the two spent The rest of the day, ex-
| cept for the luncheon interval, solemn
~ drifting along the banks or ground
| ed on shoal. Now and then Albert
would row a few strokes, and at al
most any time when the populated
shore glanced toward them, Sadie
would be seen phOtographing Albert.
or Albert would be seen photograph
ing Sadie, but the tennis racket re-
manned an enigma. They were six
teen, and had been engaged" more
than two years.
On the borders Of the little meadow
of baskets there had been deposited
two black shapes. which remained I'M
disturbed throughout the day, closed
guitar case and a closed mandolin
case, no doubt containing each its
proper instrument. SO far as any use
of these went they seemed to be of the
same leisure class to which Sadle's
tennis racket belonged, for when one
| Of the teachers suggested music, the
musicians proved shy. Wesley Ben
| der said they hadn't learned to play
anything much and, besides, he had
| couple o. broken strings he didn't know
| as he could fix up; and Ramsey said
he guessed it seemed kind o. too hot to
play much. Joining friends, they or
| gained a contest in craftsmanship,
the target being a floating can which
| they assailed with pebbles; and after
that they skipped" fiat stones upon
| the surface Of the water, then went to
join a group gathered about Willis
Parker and Heinie Krusemeyer.
No fish had been caught, a lack Of
luck Grossly attributed by the fisher
men to the noise made by constant ad-
/ vii hA %
gallery. Messrs: Milholland, Bender,
and the other rock throwers came up
/ shouting, and were i'll received.
For heavens sakes," Heinie Kruse-
meyer demanded, cant you shut upf
Here we just first got the girls to keep
their mouths shut minute and l al.
most had big pickerel or something
on my hook, and here you got to up
and yell so he chases himself away
| Why can't nobody show a little sense
sometimes when they'd ought tor A
fish isn't goin', to bite when he can't
even hear himself thinkl Anybody
ought to know that much"
But the new arrivals hooted. "Fish !"
Ramsey voclferated. "Tll bet hun.
dred dollars there hasn't been even a
minny In this creek for the last sixty
years.
There is, tool" said Heinie, bitter
ly. But wouldn't be surprised there
wouldn't be no longer If you got to
keep up this noise. If you'd shut up
just minute you could see yourself
there's fish here"
Ramsey leaned forth over the edge
| Of the overhangins bank. dirt preci-
| pice five feet above the ~2ter, and
peered into the Understandable depths
| below. The pool had been stirred,
partly by the inexpert pokings of the
| fishermen and partly by small clods
and bits of dirt dislodged from above
| by the feet of the audience. The wa
ter, consequently, was but brownly
translucent and revealed its secrets re-
luctantly; nevertheless certain dim lit
tie shapes had been observed to move
within 1t, ard were still there. Ram
sey failed to see them at first.
where's any ole fish," he inquired,
scornfully.
''Look!" whispered the girl who
stood nearest to Ramsey. She point
ed. There's one. Right down there
by Willis hook. Don't you see himT
Ramsey was impressed enough to
whisper. 'Is there2 I don't see him.
| can't
The girl came closer to him and the
better 10 show him, leaned out over
the edge of the bank and, for safety IN
maintaining her balance, rested her
left hand upon his shoulder while she
pointed with her right Thereupon
something happened TO Ramsey. This
touch upon his shoulder was almost
nothing, and he lad never taken the
slightest interest in Milla Rust 10
whom that small warm hand belong d.
though she was the class beauty, and
long established in the office. Now, all
at once, a peculiar and heretofore en-
tirely unfamiliar sensation suddenly
became important in the upper part Of
his chest. For a moment he held his
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