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AMATFUR PHOTOS BY DR. J. M. RAINIE, 



HOME RIVER FISHING. 



MILO THOMPSON. 



When the frost from lake and river 



To the spring has given way, 

 And the bullhead for the summer 



Down the stream has come to stay; 

 To the boys within the village 



There's no sport of greater rank 

 Than to spend an evening fishing 



From the old home river bank. 



When the corn in field is planted, 



After sun has warmed the soil, 

 And the holiday, as promised, 



We have earned by honest toil; 

 To the boys within the country 



There's no greater privilege, 

 Than to spend the day at fishing 



From some old home river bridge. 



There's the black bass and the speckle, 



There's the sunlish and the perch, 

 With the dogfish and the pick'rel, 



Ready for the daytime lurch; 

 While the glow on bank at evening 



Shows the angler by its light. 

 There with baited hook in waiting 



For the bullhead's eager bite. 



Some will tell you time at fishing 



On that stream you should not spend, 

 But for pleasure, sport, or profit 



To a lake your way should wend. 

 Well, perhaps they may be honest 



In their statement to you made, 

 But I've seen from that stream's catches 



Strings that put the lake in shade. 



From the days I've spent at fishing, 



With their sorrows and their joys, 

 I would give as my experience — 



Same endorsed by "Walton" boys — 

 If you'd cast your line while waiting 



Where between bites you can't dream, 

 Then just spend the same at fishing 



'Long the old home river stream. 



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