A Worm's a Worm 



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— /♦ THE MONTH OF MAY FAIRLY RUSHED 



in. In the Cascade Range the snow line which had moved far 

 down the mountain sides during the winter now crept dispir- 

 itedly back toward the summits. In the marsh, warm days 

 stimulated the tempo of living things so that the foliage 

 opened, the buds burst, and the birds sang continually. Stroll- 

 ers discarded coats and appeared in shorts. Tennis players 

 stripped to running pants and prepared to take on a tan. 

 Boats congregated in Canoehouse Bay. The freshness and 

 sunshine so effectually beckoned to the fishermen that I 

 knew wherever I paddled I would see them in boats or on 

 shore. 



During this spring rush, in order to avoid the confusion, 

 I usually got out of the inlet before the fishing craft ap- 

 peared, and especially before the University canoe classes 

 filled the float with a score of canoes and twice as many girls. 

 They were invariably a little late and all tried to get their 

 canoes into the water at once. But on that particular morn- 

 ing the small bay held many boats, each carrying one or two 

 fishermen who concentrated on the serious job of watching 

 rods and lines. The anglers talked but little although they 



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