264 ‘THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
KEEP FISHIN’! 
Hi Somers was the durndest cuss 
Fer catchin’ fish—he sure was great! 
He never used to make a fuss 
About the kind of pole er bait, 
Er weather, neither; he’d just say, 
“T got to ketch a mess today.” 
An’ toward the creek you'd see him slide, 
A-whistlin’ soft an’ walkin’ wide. 
I says one day to Hi, says I, 
“How do you always ketch ’em, Hi?” 
He gave his bait another switch in, 
An’ chucklin’ says, “I jest keep fishin’.” © 
Hi took to readin’ law at night, 
An’ pretty soon, the first we knowed, 
He had a lawsuit, won his fight, 
An’ was a lawyer! I'll be blowed! 
He knowed more law than Squire McKnab! 
An’ though he had no “gift of gab’ - 
To brag about, somehow he made 
A sober sort of talk that played 
The mischief with the other side. 
One day, when some one asked if Hi’d 
Explain how he got in condishion, 
An’ chucklin’ says, “I jest keep fishin’.” 
Well, Hi is Gov’nor Somers now; 
A big man round the state, you bet— 
To me the same old Hi, somehow; 
The same old champeen fisher, yet. 
It wasn’t so much the bait er pole, 
It wasn’t so much the fishin’ hole, 
That won fer Hi his big success; 
"Twas jest his fishin’ on, I guess; 
A cheerful, steady, hopeful kind 
Of keepin’ at it—don’t you mind? 
And that is why I can’t help wishin’ 
That more of us would jest keep fishin’. 
—Chicago News. 

