NEVER THOUGHT OF IT.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2643, 21 January 1908, Page 7

NEVER THOUGHT OF IT.

He sat on the banks of a gentle stream waiting for a "bite." Surely the float was bobbing up and down ? Yes. it must be a fourteen pounder at least ! With a look of pride in his eye he pulled in his line and found—nothing. Several times that day the same thing happened. He had a most exciting time until in making another cast, the hook caught in the back of his" coat. He went through more evolutions than an expert contortionist to reach that hook. He even tried to rub it out against a tree, but a smart jab in the small of the back soon stopped that. At last, perspiring, annoyed, and invoking, he started in search of some one to extricate that hook. Five miles he tramped down stream before espying a human being. "Here, my good man," he called out to a farm hand, "will you be so kind as to take this hook out of my back ? I've walked miles and miles trying to get someone to pull the thing out." "In course I will sir," said the astonished yokel, doing the trick. "But why on airth didn't ye take yer coat off?"