HUSTLING FOR MINNOWS. 



Highly commended in Recreation's 5th Annual Photo Competition. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY A. EMERINE, JR. 



RECREATION. 



MARY SALES 



when I want to 



Jes' let me go a-campm 



hev some fun; 

 In one hand fishin' tackle, an' in t'other 



hand a gun ; 

 An' set my canvas wigwam by a little run- 



nin' stream 

 Where the pussy willows waver, an' the 



water lilies dream. 



Some fellers goes a-vis'tin' for to rest 



their weary brain, 

 An' w.her they're through their gaddin' 



they arc feel in' half insane. 

 They need to dwell with Nature, where 



you're all alone with God, 

 An' kin hear the pines a-sighin' o'er your 



bed upon the sod. 



It seems so kinder restful as about the 

 woods you roam ; 



You do a sort of thinkin' that you never 

 do at home. 



You light your pipe of briar, an' the smoke 

 curls in the air, 



While life's a dream ecstatic, where in- 

 trudes no vexin' care. 



Don't try to break the record catchin' fish 



er shooting' game, 

 Unless you'd like for "Game Hog" to be 



tacked on to your name. 

 Then when you're through your campin' 



you'll jest simply want to yell, 

 For you've been real close to heaven ; close 



to paradise a spell. 



Adam — Come, Eve, we are ordered out 

 of the garden. 



Eve — I really can't go out now, for I 

 haven't a thing to wear. 

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