The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1866-03-27
"Blov Your own whistle.e

Not many days since I was leisurely
walking down street, when | encountered
some half-a-dozen rosy, round-faced chill
dren, ranging from three to ten years.
The ta.lest, a bright-eyed, curly-haired
little fellow, held whistle to his mouth,
and was blowing vociferously. The 9TH
ers were trying, but none of them sue.
cessfully, and one little wee toddling
thing, held up her hands in pleading
way,
"Let me try?"
"Blow your own whistle" said the first
musician, and kept on making still lou
der sound Moved by the bright, wistful
/ little face, I lnstlnctiyely stopped, and
said to number one as gently as possible,
"Do let her try;isee how anxiously she
wishes il"
"Let her blow her own whistle. I gave
her one.
"Where is it, little one?" and l held
out my hand. The little face frightened
in moment, as she brought it from un-
der her apron.
"Here ii is, but can't blow it. I've
tried, )" and she placed it in my hand. It
was veritable wooden whistle. I hard
ly knew about the expediency of trying,
though I wiped it with my handkerchief.
l'sCan you blow it?" said the little one.
| What a dilemma! had heard of peo-
pie blowing their Whistles, but had never
attempted 1t, one reason, perhaps, I had
never whistle to blow. It was all so
comical, I could not resist the wish to
try, SO bravely putting it to my mouth
blew resolutely-there was no sound. /
tried again, and not more successful
"Pshaw!" said number one. "You are
la girl, this is the way to do it" and he
snatched the toy from my hands and blew
a shrill, deep whistle "There,' hand
i ing it to the little girl. "You don't
know how to blow, that's all; girls never
do" And with the utmost sang froid he
took up his whistle and went on, the rest
'ijoining him, but making by no means a
certain sound. ''You don't know how to
4 blow, that's all; girls never do, kept ring
1 ing through my ears, and tangling my
brains as | walked through the crisped
air and golden sunshine. That was the
] very thing that l had been thinking oi
1 for months elbow your own trumpet
tin horn, or birch whistle, blow away and
| let people hear. Have you got a few
pills, box of matches, or bottle Of sooth
| ing syrup, blow your whistle, and dom
| be too modest about it. BAIL ModestN
looks very we'll in the books, but it i
t such an old-fashioned commodity, nobody
i of any account thinks of it nowadays
i 1t has no market value. I don't ever
| think it worth whistle Have you go
, any sort of merchandise, Sozodont. pear
powder, or hair dye, blow your whistle. :
} How in the name Of common sense
do you expect people to know whal
you have if you don't tell them? And
how do you expect people to know what
you are, except you make it known in the
!, same glorious fashion? IF you write |
newspaper item, magazine article, or ever
do what Job wished his adversary hac
done-write a book. Blew your owr
whistle. Be sure and say some new ant
: startling thing. Be not too nice in th'
arrangement or too delicate in the senti
ment,..aim to say something smart, it vii
strengthen your lungs and clear you
= brain, besides acting as wholesome toni,
!, for others
! If there is any class of people to b,
I pitied in this world it is those who from
some defect in the heart or head, canno
blow their own whistle. Number on,
was supremely happy. What a lou
noise he made; people looked out of thei
; windows as he passed. Ladies stopped
on the pavement. Everybody Looked a
him; he was the observed of all observers
and why? lie was not any better look
ing than the rest Of his company, not an,
more active, had no more talent. But h
had whistle, and blew louder than an,
body else, that's the secret. Be advised
before it is too late-get whistle -blov
it. The one that blows the loudest is sur,
to win.