“Speaking about showers of fish,” said the solemn-looking nature faker from his seat on the starchbox, ”reminds me of the time we were marooned on an island in the blue Pacific. For two hours there was a shower of fresh mackerel and, strange to say, they all dropped into a salt lake on the mountainside. That brined them.”
    “Whew!” the old codgers chorused in unison.
    “But that’s not the strangest part if the story. Ten days later a cyclone came along, picked up the brined mackerel and dropped them into a hot spring. That boiled them; and, gentlemen, they were the finest boiled mackerel you ever tasted. I thought about sending some home to the folks, but”—
    There was a sudden interruption and six strong men took the nature faker outside and ducked him in the horse trough.—Chicago Daily News.

THE RUDE GIRL
“I wish sometimes that I could fly
And soar through the air.”
So quoth the callow dude.
Then said the maiden rude:
‘Of flying fish I've often heard.
But flying lobsters, on my word,
Are rare, oh, very rare.”

—Chicago Daily News.

From— The Columbus Commercial. (Columbus, Miss.), 17 May 1908. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.