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Show COULD HELD CALL OF WILD Being His Own Boss, This Lucky Man Listened to Appeal and Hied Him to Happiness. flock of geese, northward bound, honked wildly in their flight. His feet on his desk, his window open to the breezes of tlie morning, he heard the call. For an hour he sat amid the conflicting con-flicting sounds of a great city hurrying about its work. But his thoughts were miles away. His eyes -were dreamy. The spell of the wild was upon him. He wandered in fertile fields awaking awak-ing to renewed life. He beheld the meadows lush Willi grass. He sat beside be-side wide flowing rivers and tiny brooks whose waters rushed In foamy splendor from hilly heights above. Ha wandered to wooded slopes, with trees a-bud and wild flowers peeping from beneath dead leaves. A peace was his which seldom came in his workaday existence in the land of pavement and beehive dwellings. Ho dreamed on. Brook trout in speckled splendor rose to his captivating hook. Camp fires lit-the lit-the darkness of his dream night. The odor of burning pine wood and of sizzling siz-zling trout and bacon filled his nostrils. nos-trils. He ate food such as his city, chefs had never learned to cook, wit! an appetite his city stomach had long since lost. In a single hour he dreamed more happiness than had been his for a decade. He closed his desk. Another hour found him grubbing in the recesses of the attic. "By noon, clad in beautifully ancient garments, with a satchel in his hand and a fishing rod carefully incased in-cased in a waterproof cover under his arm, he was at the railroad station. A half hour later he was on his way to the wilds. And a smile such as he had not smiled in months graced his features. fea-tures. Lucky man 1 He was his own boss. Milwaukee Journal. |