Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-06-27
A FISHING TRIP.
Another Chapter of Famous Voyage,
with Some Philosophy.
(By A. T. Milliken, Surry.)

10y A. L. Mllllken, Surry.)
Every dog on Long island had
grudge against us. Everywhere we
went, these bowling, yelping ours fol-
lowed. The Internal brutes even hung
around our sleeping quarters at night,
and waited for us to come out. They
didn't seem to like the way fathers
pants fitted in the seat.
l have heard a thousand times that
clothes do not make the man. This
may be SO, but they have a lot to do
with ones success or failure Young
men and women who dress well are as
rule, the winners. Ragged people
are stunned. Some people think be-
cause one goes ragged it's a sign they
are democratic. 1t isn't so. There are
just as many true democrats in the
plug-hat crowd as among the tramps.
The third night on the island we
were attacked by an army of bed bugs.
| They attacked us both in the front
| and in the rear-mostly in the rear
Perhaps some of you readers have been
boarding house roommates with bed
| bugs. Five hundred bed bugs attend
ing strictly to business will make it
exceedingly annoying for one inclined
| to sleep. We spent a great deal of
| time after this, scratching. bed bug
is coward. He steals away and hides
during the day, but under the cloak of
darkness he is right on the job.
People complain about the cock
| roach. I don't Give me million
cockroaches rather than one bed bug
Cockroaches are always cheerful and
| lighthearted while bed bug is sulky
You may, it is true, find a roach in the
| sugar-bowl. or find one entombed in
bread, but if you have lived in board
| ing-house, you won't mind little
| thing like that. l have seen cock
| reaches in the best homes in Maine
| People who have them say that once
you have them it's hard to part with
| them.
At the end of the first week on Long
island, Capt. Sinclair, who was in
charge of the commissary department
announced that the supply of food was
almost gone. All we had on hand, he
said, was a few pounds of bareback, a
small quantity of tea, and three enor-
| nous appetiteS. | really believe, if it
had not been for the captain. father
and / would have died of melancholia
The captain was born laughter
! maker, a national story teller He
never complained, never said Il ought
to have stayed at home" or Il ought
to have known better than to have
! come" He was always cheerful and
| tried to make others So
The captain said: Guess we will
have to ration ourselves" We did, and
l haven't fully recovered from it's eff
fects yet. For breakfast we had hard.
tan oil nd Il lo, AL,
and CLANS; for supper, CLAIMS and hard
tack. And Hoover hadn't been hearG
of then!
Fathers money was all gone; Capt
Sinclair hadn't any. l was the Roths
child of the party. 1 had ninety cent:
in an iron bank. There was no dool
to this bank, no way to get the money
out once it was in. That explains how
it happened to be in. Ninety cents
The savings of lifetime!
Father said that he would have t.
break the bank. Said he hated to dc
it, but that it was necessary to pre-
vent us from starving. Father Dor
rowed a fifteen pound hammer, placed
the bank on a ledge, and struck the
financial institution with every ounce
of strength he had. The bank was
smashed into a thousand pieces, and
the deposits scattered in every di-
rection
We gathered up 81 cents; the Other
So cents the public absorbed. The
native bystanders found room in theil
pockets for it. Father was consider
ably worked up over this missing 8;
cents, but when he learned that the
minister's collection the next day
! Sunday was the largest for several
months, he felt differently about it
He said it had gone for a good cause
but he told the captain that he pre-
, ferred to make his contributions to the
! minister direct. The State bank COM
| missioner never came to examine this
| bank wreck. Perhaps he never heard
| of it.