JOE AND CRONIE. 
RONIE had just finished planting his garden; many 
3 bright red Aroostook angle worms had been saved in 
case he should conclude sometime in the near future to start 
off ona fishing trip. These smart and squirmy, so very hideous 
to a sensitive person, yet so very jolly to the bait fisherman, 
had been given a fine chance in a tomato can with rich earth, 
covered with a fresh green sod and placed upon the moist 
ground in a cool, shady chance, when up comes Joe. 
‘¢ Hello, Cronie.” 
Hello, Joe.” 
‘¢Let’s go fishing,” says Joe. 
(Guess: f can’t, Joe.” 
‘¢Well, now, I wish to make a few remarks to you Cronie.” 
‘¢ All right, sit right down here beside me and explain 
yourself.” 
‘“Do you know, Cronie, how very pleasant it is to be in 
the woods, at the hunting lodge, just about this time in the 
spring?” 
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‘¢ Yes, indeed 

‘¢ Hold on! let me tell it. The ice is all out of the lakes, so 
