Dear Sir:
Concerning that fish.
In a round about way I have heard that my insults have only succeeded
in arousing ire. I looked in vain in last week’s Press for a come-back.
Instead of having some fun, I now have to apologise.. So I hereby retract
my insinuations that said fish was not a magnificant and glorious specimen,
and that the integrity of the catchers is in question.
I am sorry, to, that I referred to the proverbial iceman’s scales.
I certainly was not thinking of George Gray at the time, for he is one
of the squarest men I have ever dealt with. And they tell me Fred Dennis
is looking for me with a shot gun, for he had a hand in the weighing. I
hope this makes it alright, Fred.
But you will pardon me if I take this occasion to suggest that
a forty pound fish scarcely warrants a whole column on the front page of
a newspaper. I can remember six different times I had a bigger one than
that on my line--at least, it seemed that way. And I didn’t brag about
it either, except to the family and friends and any stranger I happened
to meet who hadn’t been warned to run at my approach.
But Jake Hambelton has me beaten. He claims he actually landed
one weighing one hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Wow!
Most humbly yours,
John Wells
Jake Hambelton lived two doors East of 421 Oak.
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