Prepared for a Rain 



Here's a funny little sketch from Mr. H. C. Pom- 

 eroy,.of San Antonio, Texas. It is well written and 

 is loaded with a big laugh at the end. 



If the following incident had happened to me in- 

 stead of to Jesse Newton, it would have been my most 

 tragic moment, as it was his. As it turned out, it was 

 tragedy for him and comedy to the rest of us. That, 

 I believe, is the usual way with life. 



Jesse is an old-timer, and when he was a young man 

 he was among the best trappers, hunters, and fishermen 

 in his little town of Lowell, Michigan. He owns up 

 to it himself not only owns up to it but insists on it. 

 But he is getting old and rheumatic, and after a week's 

 work, feels more like staying around home than traip- 

 sing up and down a half dozen creeks looking for a 

 trout. 



His younger brother and I have " parded " on the 

 fishing stuff for many years, and in framing up one 

 of our Sunday trips we asked Jesse to come along. He 

 was pleased to accept the invitation. His jointed cane 

 " poles " had been put away years before, all wrapped 

 in newspaper and thrown into the attic, together with 

 the usual amount of cast-offs relegated to that part of 



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