Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-02-29

VI pans1eS rOunQ u little IOmDs *
Life holds some sterp experience, I8
Hs most of us die 5bver,
And I've had othefiosses since 49,
1 lost my little lover; sSa -.
But still this purple pansy brings
Thoughts OF the saddest, sweetest things.
see& ,as4 s.assg ---4tdine.
A STRUGGLE FOR A MUsTACHE.
by c. A. STEPHENS,
TINS is for boys, of course. Who ever
heard of girls being interested in mus
taches! What can they know of that
strange longing which goes out from the
very soul of every youngster of DOZEN
sometimes younger-which gets stronger
and stronger every year, as he goes into
his teens, and, like Schiller's Whirlpool,
neCer sos1l sest till his upper lip is mustach-
ed ? What can they know of it? Moth
ing, That's why | don't think it worth
while for them to read this sketch They
couldn't q say it respectfully, and with
out the slightest attempt at disparage-
ment, not the slightest)-they couldn't ap-
preciate the situation; but boys can Ev-
cry boy knows, or shortly will, Just how
it is himself. For mustaches are inevita-
bile, and will come either with or without
help-usually with. I therefore. dedicate
this bit of experience, sad personal expe-
rience, to the shdrefs, little and great
They'll read it, / feel confident, every
one; and that they may to some extent
profit by it is the earnest wish of one of
their number.
1t was in January, the first month of a
year not great many years ago. The
winter school was keeping. George Red
way was the master that winter Harry
Smith, Tom Edwards and I, had the
long seat together The long seat was
the one at the end of the room, at right
angles with the other Seats 1t partially
fronted the rest, and was long enough for
three of us-a fayorite seat, and one
greatly sought after in the general scram-
BILE, on Monday morning of the 'first
day. e remember that Tom and l went
down to the schoolhouse little after
seven that morning, in order to make sure
OF 1t by getting our books under the bench
before the sMcIntire boys got there.
The back seat'' was full of "great
boys" of eighteen and twenty. They
nearly all had mustacheS or attempts at
the same. And some of them even had
whiskers. Of course their example
and good success, in this particular
was stimulating to us smaller boys Still
we didn't take our fever (mustache fever)
from them. 1t came from sudden ex-
posure in the form of a young fellow from
Portland, named Fred Barry, who came
up the second week of our school on a
visit at his grandfather's, who lived in the
neighborhood. By way of passing the
time tnething more, I guess he attended
school for several weeks. Anything like
the brown beauty, the trimness, and the
heroic effect of Fred's mustache can
scarcely be conceived of. The "great
boys" were goats beside him. And as for
the, s"great girls,D it was amazing to see
how. they kept wearing their best dresses
every day, and how cold they grew toward
their old admirers.
Harry, Tom and I, from the long seat
eyed him (the mustache part, and that
was the only part of him worth poticiag),
eyed him admiringly. Day by day we
watched and sighed, nay, pined-I really
thinkiWe pined-under the unapproach-
able glory OF that manly mustache. In
approachable;. for as yet our faces were as
smooth as our dinner-bDXes As I said
at first, don't expect any save boys to
sympathize with us in this mood And I
know the most of folks will but laugh
when I state that for the first fortnight
after Fred's arrival, Tom and I actually
lay awake nights to discuss it, and devise
means for putting our own upper lips in a
similar condition. AS preliminary step,
we,Aad. already procured an old razor and
cake of soap; and were proceeding
toward the object in view by scraping in
the usual way, when one forenoon at re-
cess Harry, whose fever ran higher even
than ours, showed us slip cut from a
late newspaper Ga religious paper, too)
which made everything easy. in a mo-
ment
That slip was this:
ssMUsTAoHEs.l MUsrAcHEs
'.Fhe Grecian Compound VIII force growth
of hair on the smoothest face with a few applca-
tons This is no humbug. Price only $1.O0 per
address with the money
.zlfs9f ''4 PROFESSOR BoUFFET,
at tS3 Nassau ST., New York.
Was there ever such an opening! We
read it over and over, in school, holding
it behind our books.
DO you suppose it really is so9'' whis-
pered Tom. -e=-a=--z==.
e THIS Is no Aua6ug,' . read Harry, point
ing to the slip.
On the whole it looked too straight
forward and honest, and was too much to
our liking to be seriously doubted.
es eLets send on and try it anyway .
said Harry, as. we sat eating our dinners
in our seats and talking the matter over.
shouldn't wonder if that was the way
he raised his, with a nod up to where
Fred was sAining and talking with the
girls. ''Let's send tomorrow, It'll be
thirty three cents apiece. Can you do
itf''
1t would nearly break us; but we could
do it, barely.
Come over to our house, tonight, y
said Harry, and we'll write the letter y
That evening, after repeated attempts,
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