FISHERMAN'S LUCK. 



FREDERICK D. MARTIN. 



I sat beside a shady brook 



And cast my line with anxious look ; 



A fish was soon upon my hook, 



The line was yanked out taut ! 

 I quickly grabbed my rod of cane 

 With sundry shouts and words profane, 

 And sadly gazed, with sheer disdain, 



Upon the fish I'd caught. 



I said a "fish" ; that is not right. 

 It was a minnow, small and light ; 

 A minnow that could hardly bite 



The bait which I had cast. 

 A word -.from some great sage's pen 

 Appealed unto my mind just then, 

 The saying ran : "Try, try again ; 



Success will come at last." 



I followed out that maxim trite; 



I sat right there and fished till night; 



But not another faintest bite 



Did I get that sad day. 

 For once that adage did not hold, 

 That saying false as bogus gold ; 

 I stand aloof from proverbs old, 



And things that sages say. 



A FREAK PHOTO 



Enclosed is a print. I should like to have 

 you explain why the letter and the plank 

 show through the horse's head. I have 

 submitted it to 2 photographers and they 

 are unable to offer any explanation. 



Thornwell Beach, Columbia, Ala. 



ama;eur photo by thornwell beach. 



The picture was evidently a time expos- 

 ure. The horse held his head perfectly still 

 until just prior to closing lens, when the 

 head was switched around to the right side 

 of body, allowing the letter and boards to 

 be uncovered just long enough to act on 

 the plate. That would necessarily give the 

 impression that the horse's head was be- 

 hind them. — Editor. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY CKAS. L. FULSTONE 



ARIZONA WEASEL. Putorius Arizoncnsis . 



Sheriff — Yes, that's Spike Moran, alias 

 Big Eddy, alias Jim Thornton, alias Kid 

 McDuff. He's a burglar. 



Stranger — But why do you let him live 

 here? 



Sheriff — Jest to fat up the census. We 

 put him in the directory under each name, 

 you see. — Judge. 



Belle — You were always fond of flow- 

 ers, were you not? 



Bob — Why, yes, except during a short 

 interval in which I studied botany. — Puck. 



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