The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-08-13
go 1t While You're YOung.',

YES, got Life is least is short, and
old age Is coming; so seize the present
moment as it flies, and by ALL means seize
1t young. No matter if you are not quite
out OF your teens-so much the better
20 ahead. Let people see how smart
you are-and so young, too 1t is pre-
sumed that you can roll an oath glibly-
sport collar a la Byron, and give the
right accent to wa-taw, Petaw etc by
this time, also, that you know how to
swallow brandy smash and hitch on to
long nine in the sequel, after the most
approved fashion; therefore you will need
no instructions on these essential points
And now go on! It's just as we thought
You've got the foundation; you've started
right, and the road lies straight before you.
True, it leads down gentle slope but
then how prettily it winds among those
beautiful flowers How smooth and easy
it appears. Surely pleasure must be found
there. Strange if there is anything diff
cult in this event, and yet those who have
been down there say there is. Yes, they
tell us OF those under the flowers. Blasted
| regulations, ruined consti -utions, drunk
ards graves, gloomy dungeons and gal
lows-trees away over yonder, and beyond
where we can see not. But you have
taken the initiatory step, SO don't look
| who has tried it before you has
failed don't be discouraged-you may
do it yet, viz: Discover new
and easier road for sin. You will find
teachers and friends almost every
step ready and willing to assist you (that
is if you have " got the rocks,'') until you
get well down the hill, and then, you know,
you can go alone. Perhaps it will be easier
travelling about that time-who knows !?
60 it while you re young" Let dam
| Ul05naus 0ac5anas be your motto, and give
| the jolly old god Bacchus no cause to
| quarrel. 1t may seem strange for a time,
! when you "don't go home till morning"
to see the usually quiet aud sober moon
| making such desperate efforts to keep in
| her place, and all the lamp-posts dancing
| cotillons around you, but don't mind that
| they have stood still a good while and
therefore need recreation and exercise
| which they can have just as well as not
| while the rest of the world is snoozing
Keep clear don't let them run over you,
! but go home if you can tread your way
| among them, and go quietly to bed, and
in little while nature will be over with
| her frolic and everything be quiet again.
| Go it! Burrows deepen on the old mans
brow, and his stalwart form bends down
ward towards the grave, but you "can't
| help his growing old" The old woman,
| too-she is not what she was once" No,
for she aoas "your mother; silver threads
are fast mingling in her once dark locks
and her eyes are growing dim by age but
| DINNER from the tears which so often flow
| for you. Let them fiow-you can not stop
to comfort her now, for you are " fast
young man" The flowers are fading
The road is broader, but sleeper and more
rugged, and you are beginning to perceive
the dangers from which experience
warned you long ago. But don't grumble
now because you can't retrace your steps
you knew it when you started. Yes, &C
ahead; sow your "wild OATS" but remem
Der the harvest is coming. -Meride1a Re
| cOrGer