Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1852-12-18
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ditty so much for; and there's grandr .u@' iOfoA
sigh, my dear boy, you'll never r. 'ays Wit
again as you are now; and grandma lool' y ihaps
and chimes in with the golden hon. oAs ,ooek
hood = I wonder where the gold is 1e u child.
penny sometimes when l was little VI 1gG,
thought was well off, and always feit ugsSf,
after I'd spent it-that is, after the caLoa som
gone, and then somebody was always re. we've
why, my dear boy, you can't eat yon 1 ~! VII
keep it too Well, know that now br te y aad
something don't know and that is. wbers Ieiei
great pleasure is in being a boy. al aa
When l was FIVE years old, and had ;us.,
to enjoy something, must be bundled of to.ega
and sit on high bench and no cricket had ' .t
A till everything looked upon, even NV N.Y.. Sa9
face, seemed one big A; and to crown The 'V "e''
/ was Ounce, for it took me three werI, t
on to B, and good deal longer learning n g
through the alphabet. ivy
And when l was older, had the satsfa.t.
being called "a great awkward boy, even by rse
err and when l would try to do my very b ,sST
was invariably laughed at. If in coming ino s =
room l happened to upset half dozen cham.
litter was raised, and 'Oh he's a bow CO.
cred sufficient apology. If played with t6eI,
by | was sure to make it cry, and the nurse re
look all round to see if had pinched it; boy,S.
said were always full of such tricks.
Wo be to the boy where there is housahl !,
girls; why l have known my sisters to rIr N
sorts of tricks, and John-that's I-inTar.H.
got the blame. And then its John. Won
younger than Mary, put up this clothes line: JoSD
you are great boy and must learn to work ;n,,
go down cellar and split the wood; John, nun NJ
garnet and bring down squash or two; John NJ ~
out to the wood house and get some kindlnge1
and on damp days the girls invariably held n.
bilee, and poor John was a slave.
The fact is, l don't believe but what it womb
do the girls good if they learned to 90 out in VT
weather as well as the boys. But they're alvsr'
crying out thin Shoes and wet feet and III
ask them why they don't wear thick shoes as | d
they only laugh at me and answer, that such cun.
sy things are well enough for boys
| often tell them no wonder thew get cold With
nothing but a bit of lace over their shoulders and
piece of gauze on their arms. 1t seems to ne
so funny to call boys harder than girls WHY
if thought so-thin sacks, thin slippers bare arms
and bare neck, shouldn't live month. Hardvl
they're the hardest mortals alive for they DO
stand such treatment some way, though the7'r
mighty delicate and seem to be proud Of it. n
fact, [ think good many of them had rather
have fashionable consumption than vugar
good constitution.
l wonder how long boy is boy There's
my sister Louisa come home from boarding school
finished, as they call it, at sixteen, while "
got to study three years longer to know as mul
as she does-that is, provided she's 90. her edu
cation-and [ am passed eighteen Louisa
going to be married next week-who pretends
call her girl Nobody; its Miss louisa SANE
that youg lady of her; and its my dear boy
by mother and we must overlook the freaks Of
boy by father-and that's the WY they talk
me and of meme, John Sands, that's next to Il
head of the family.
Sisters can do anything they please, even
wearing false hair and every other false ixD
and nobody says word; but the first time | ?
on dicky it was almost as much as my life v
worth to meet with the family. l thought l cou
bear it Ike hero, but the obs and 'ahsP Il
pulling the points up over nay checks, the NO
salutations to Mr.. Sands, the derisive laugh(
was more than WAS prepared for, and | actua
ran from the house while all the girls shouted
ter me, goodbye, Mr.. Sands, take care Of Il
new dickey.'
! Il brought home nice razor the day lV
eighteen, and for safe keeNng hid it in the gar
between the rafters. Vain precaution Whe
got home, box, brushes, straps powder and raz
were all paraded upon tie table, and little SC
of paper pinned to the wall on which was writ
Johnny DEAR be careful; little BOYS should
play with edged tools;' and all my sisters CO
sing that day, was, a frog he would woo
go
Never was | so angry in my life, but bore
like a philosopher, only it did try ne, when
mornings fondly thought myself unobserred,
hear Cycling outside the door, and my little 5
year older sister lisp, instgated by older and nc
wicked spirits, Johnny, here's pussy wants to
shaved
And so it is in every thing; it seems strar
that men who profess to so much dignity after tt
are twenty one, should have to submit to so mu
indignity up to the very borders. It's curO
and it puzzles me; it's "a fact in metaphysics t
can't account for, and l don't suppose e
shall. It's martyrdom, and you won't catch
after Pm twenty one, singing would wer
boy again ?
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