The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-12-03
THE YOUNG FOLKS.
observation-disclosures.


PuSS- in the Corner
Two little hands hiding two roguish eyes,
Dear sunny head that is ever SO wise;
Darling is laughing and shouting with gee,
Playing at puss-in-the-corner with me.
Patter the prettest feet DER the floor,
Never was seen such playmate before;
Sly little one in way most unfair.
Steals my corner before I'm aware!
Here in our play-ground-the sunshiny room
Never has fallen shadow Of gloom
Darling is teaching me sweet little games
Wise little noodle to know all their names,
Ciover-bud mouth held to mine to be kissed
Silver-toned vo1ce-how that voice would be
missed
A corner you've won-did you know this before?
Deep in my heart to be kept evermore
A Half-DOzen Young Rascals.
It wasn't such long time ago, and
none of the half-dozen young mischief
makers have quite journeyed into the
land of soberness or gained their title
to respect and reverence by gray boards
or bald heads. Every boy or girl who
may read this true story will know
something about the scene of it. Why,
it used to stare at me from my geogra-
ply; used to come up to plague me out
of my history; the teachers used to talk
about it almost every day, and we
scholars used to sing about it from our
small, green-covered singing books.
The picture which used to stare at
me always seemed like mean sort
OF family portrait for I could go to
the scene itself, and my young eyes
were practiced enough to see how
bad the picture was. And yet it looked
enough like Bunker Hill Monument to
make me feel little proud when I
thought, '' I live right side of it and
there are lots fellows and girls who've
never seen it at ALL" The geography
used to read, Charlestown is situated
on a peninsula, Immediately north of
Boston, and is the seat of the Navy
Yard and the celebrated Bunker Hill
Monument, or something like that, as
well as l can remember it; for I have
not seen the old geography for over ten
years. The history told us about the
battle which had been fought near by,
and we boys used to go and lis down on
the grass behind the breast-works, and
shoot imaginary red-coats by the mill
ion with Our bows and arrows, and then
hunt for the lost arrows. Often we
would sit down on the stone which bore
the inscription, "Here fell Warren"
etc., and complacently eat apples, I'M
mindful of the sacredness of the spot.
Ny story is about Bunker Hill Monu-
ment and half -dozen boys who went
to school near the tall granite shaft
boys who played ball in the streets
which run alongside the green grounds
upon which the shaft stands, or played
+" three holes with marbles, or trun-
died hoops about the brown paths.
Somehow, at recess one day, it came
out that one of the boys had a family
ticket which allowed linn to climb up as
often as he wished to the four windows,
which seemed to open a whole world to
our youthful minds, as we gazed out to
sea, or toward hills and over cities. He
was easily king among us then; for all
the rest must pay to go up, and even
"half-price for children " was heavy
draw upon our pocket money.
Couldn't we he all cousins of his
and go up on his ticket? He was good
natured in his kingship, and took
three or four of us up one day, and then
increased the number on succeeding
days, until it became regular proceed
ing for some ten Of us boys to trot up
to the top of the monument each pleas
ant recess. Sightseeing grew monoto-
nous, and we must do something to
hold our interest in going up. One day
l dropped my hat out, and it sailed
away so gracefully that other hats, al
most of their own accord; followed mine
and found a quiet rest in the grass be-
low, until we could run down the stone
stairs and regain our head-gear. After
hats, IN few days went jackets, and to
see them spreading out to the breeze
was lovely, we thought. Possibly some
one Of us would have jumped out at
last, if a substitute had not suggested
itself to our brilliantly misc6ievous
minds.
We were one whole week at work, and
doubtless the one-armed custodian Ct
recollect [ used to wonder if he had
lost his arm in the revolutionary war:
he certainly looked old enough to me to
have been a part of those stirring
times) missed our regular tramp through
his little Office and up the stairs. Then
it was ready. 1t was wonderfully
constructed efigy. Tom had furnished
trousers; Joe had supplied an old coat;
Bill had brought hat; Jack gave the
straw to stuff out the creature, and I
had promised pair of square-toed
boots and the backyard in which the
man was to be constructed. We were
pledged by some fearful pledge, such
as boys manufacture on special occa-
sions, not to reveal any of our proceed
ings, and [ was held answerable for two
small sisters who peered wonderingly
out from the kitchen windows as we
labored. The man was made, and 10!
he was a fearful sight to behold. I
couldn't go to sleep from thinking of
him down there in the yard, and almost
believed he would come to life and
would run and tell the monument
man what we were going to Go.
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