Salt Lake Herald-Republican | 1910-05-15 | Page 9 | An Annual Attack

I An Au Annual Attack BY HARRIS HARR S Tho street cars cara pound along the track And shrieking sirens smita the ear Within the busy typists clack It drives one on crazy razy mighty near nearA nearA nearS S A layoff to though would cost me dear Ive lv Iv got sot to tor hang to my For or months Ill not get oft off I X fear But thunder How I want to Ish IshI I X have an ar annual attack When first the robins note I hear My energies grow faint and slack I find Im falling to tho the rear 1 I do not get the wonted cheer From my m black pipe of cavendish To some It may seem rather queer But thunder How I want to flan fish Id rd dearly love to straightway pack And ship ahead a case of beer To help out with the frugal snack I carry with my angling gear Then where the eddies swirl and veer eer hear a sudden splash and swish Foolish perhaps I may appear But thunder thunders How I want to fish fishL LENVOL L VOL Above the roofs the skies are clear I 1 watch the clouds and wish and wish I may not manage It this year But thunder How I want to fish Ish