Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-07-21
YOUTHS COLCNN.

! The Little PeoDie.-The first breeze
raised in Eden was a hurry Cain.
The best Sunday-School scholar in
Dubuque is George Thomas Renshaw
| Pettigrew. His parents thought he
| might never make name for himself,
and SD they sat up two nights and
made a name for him.
A little girl reading the history of
England with her mother. and coming
10 the statement that Henry l. never
laughed after the death of his son,
looked up and said, "What did he do
when he was tickled n
"You in the post office 7" said fa-
tner To his son. ''Nice party you'd be
in the post- office. What could you do
in the pOst-otfice except to stand in the
doorway with your mouth open for
folks TO wet postage stamps on your
tongue :"
''lf l was a horse now,- mused big
boy as he struggled up Griswold street
yesterday. I'D be stabbed, rubbed
down and fed ; but I'm boy and I've
got TO 20 home, clean off snow, bring
in the wood, tote water and rock tine
burned old baby for an hour or two.
Ma" said an intelligent, though tful
boy,''I don't think Solomon was so rich
II,
what could have put that into your
headf 'Whythe Bible says he slept with
his fathers. and | think if he had been
of his own"
HERBERT said perplexed mother,
''whv is it that You are not better
boy n "Well,D - said the little fellow,
s0berly looking up into her face with
his honest blue eyes. II suppose the
real reason is that | don't want to be-
We think the child gave the real reason
why all of us, big as well as little, are
not better than we are.
In a certain school III Maine, recently,
the teacher announced that on a given
afternoon the girls might bring sewing
materials to receive instructions In nee
dlework, bur when they came with them
the larger boys came, too. with shaw
ing benches and drawing knives, re-
questing that they might practice hoop
shaving at the same time. That WAS
the last day of the new wrinkle.
The Farmers Parr0t-0ne beautiful
spring, farmer, after working buslly
Tor several weeks, succeeded in plan
ting one of the largest fields in corn
but the neighborlng crows committed
sad havoc with it. The farmer, how
ever, not being willing that the germs
of future crop should be destroyed
by either fair or foul means, deter
mined to drive the bold marauders to
their nests. Accordingly, he loaded
his rusty gun. with the intention of Civ
ing them upon their next visit warm
reception.
Now, the farmer had parrot, as talk
ative and mischievous as those birds
usually are; and, being very tame lt
was allowed its freedom to come and
go at pleasure. Pretty Poll' being q
lover of company, without much car
ing whether good or bad, hoped over
all Instructions. and was soon engaged
in the farmer-like occupation of raising
corn.
The farmer with his gun sailed forth.
Reaching his corntieId, he saw at
glance (though he overlooked the par
rot the state of affairs. Levelling his
gun, he fired, and with the report was
heard the death-scream of three crows,
and an agoniZing scream from poor
Poll.
On looking among the murdered
crows, great was the farmers surprise
10 see stretched upon the ground his
parrot, with feathers sadly
rufiled and a broken leg.
''You foolish Bird cried the farmer.
'this comes of keeping bad company"
On carrying it To the house, the chill
dren, seeing its wounded leg, exclaimed:
What did it, papa-what hurt our
pretty Poll p
bad company-bad company an
swered the parrot in solemn voice.
''Ay, that it was,n said the farmer. !
Poll was with those wicked crows
when liyrd. and received a sho inten-
ded Tor them. Remember the parrots |
fate, children, and beware of bad COM
pany.' With these words the farmer
turned round and, with tffe aid of his
wife, bandaged the broken leg, and in
a few weeks the parrat was as lively
as ever. but never forgot its adven-
ture in-the corn field. and if ever the
farmers childrene ngaged in play with
quarrelsOme companions, it invariably
dispersed them with its cry, bad
company " Christian
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