Outing . r up inNorthern Wisconsin trying to forget around and ate beans withthe lumberjacks and washed my owndishes in ice water—and then my shackgot snowed in for fifteen straight dayson Lake Flambeau. I couldnt get one could get in. Devil of a sessionwith my stomach—and beans. I got outand blew down here to what they callcivilization. Next time a tropic isle formine. Then he grimaced sourly at of hair—look at me? Youre hitting close to forty. Yes, and I want to trail back andfeel like Home and Mother and the BigRed Apples. I want it—just a half yearof it—and
Outing . r up inNorthern Wisconsin trying to forget around and ate beans withthe lumberjacks and washed my owndishes in ice water—and then my shackgot snowed in for fifteen straight dayson Lake Flambeau. I couldnt get one could get in. Devil of a sessionwith my stomach—and beans. I got outand blew down here to what they callcivilization. Next time a tropic isle formine. Then he grimaced sourly at of hair—look at me? Youre hitting close to forty. Yes, and I want to trail back andfeel like Home and Mother and the BigRed Apples. I want it—just a half yearof it—and then Id be ready to buck thegame again and not earn the mortal ha-tred of every man in our sales depart-ment. Thats why I quit. I found theywere all hating me. And it was makingme old—at thirty-seven. I see, I mused. Then we both stared truculently ateach other and out the window at thedirty snow of the town and the dirtiersky of the North. There was a map ofthe New World on the wall, and sud-. THE PIROGUE IS A TICKLISH CRAFT TO BALANCE EVEN IN THE STILL WATERS denly Hen made a flourish toward itwith his napkin. Well, lets git! Where? Anywhere the sun is shining, andhair grows, and stomachs show someform. Back to the Big Red Apples andthe little green ones—back to somethingto laugh about that isnt smart or clever—just simple, mere good humor, likewhen we were kids Back to Youth! Say, old top, youretalking ragtime—you—-—? Hen got up and went to that map ofNorth America. He drew a wide circleon it with a lead pencil. Then he madea point somewhere a thousand milessouth of Chicago. Lets start in here. What! Paddle around the Gulf of Mexicoand look for it. Hey? The Fountain. Remember OldPonce? He got tired of table dhotesand investigations and reforms and wentto Florida and pawed over that coastlooking for the Fountain of Youth. He got in wrong. Why, that whole regionis jammed with hotels, and the hotelswith people who wouldnt know a de-cent stomach when they s
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