THE SPOKTSMAN 



Said a five-inch trout as lie scampered back, 



"Not all of the human race is black." 



I've just met a sportsman in a boat, 



A fearful man in a leather coat, 



I fought for my life, but his line was strong, 



And I couldn't get loose from the hook's sharp prong. 



And I shivered with fright as I saw him grin 

 With terrible glee as he drew me in. 

 Then the hook came out and his line grew slack, 

 As he petted my sides, and threw me back. 

 And I heard him say as I dove down deep, 

 "Good luck to you, lad, you're too small to keep." 

 "Yes," said the wise fish, "now and then, 

 The human family does breed men!" 



—Edgar A. Guest. 



