REMINISCENT TALES 



Act the third consisted of tumbling over- 

 board just in the nick of time, and with a 

 few strokes he shoved her toward the rocky 

 shore where she caught and stuck. 



The weary, wobbly, and wet Angler 

 waited for his companions. If his matches 

 and cigars had not been wet, he could have 

 smoked; if he was thirsty he could drink in 

 the enchanting scene. Little did he care, 

 for were not his fish alive and well? 



It was not long before his friends spied 

 him. To them the boat looked as if it had 

 been swamped. 



"Hello there, what's the matter? Fall 

 overboard?" was shouted by one of them. 



"Me? Do you think I fell overboard? 

 Nothing of the kind. Been in swimming. 

 Draw near, pretty ones, draw near. I've 

 something to show you." 



This they did and gazed upon the treasures 

 that the aquarium held at close range. 



A chorus of exclamations arose in a mo- 

 ment. A free translation follows: 



"Bully for you, old chap!" 



"Oh, how splendid!" 



"Why didn't you leave a few?" 



"Gee, look at that whale!" 



"Well, I'll bed--d!" 



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