Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-14
OUR LITTLE FOLKS.
A Boys "Reminiscences.

A Boys RemOnstranoe.
am feeling very badly; everything is going to
All the et things have believed in are going with
The folks are growing learned, and all their wretch
ed lore is
Used to shake fellows faith in his bestowed
stories.
The fairies have been scattered and the geni they
have gone;
There enchanted castles, they have vanished.
Aladdin never lived: and the dear scheherazade.
Though very entertaining, was a much-mistaken
lady.
OF course see through Santa Claus, had to, long
And Christmas will be going, the next thing that
know,
For heard, wasn't listening-I heard the parson
say,
He had really-yes. had really-grave doubts
and as for Master Washington, they say the goose
should catch it:
Who believed single minute in that story Of. The
They've given a rap at Crusoe, and dear old Fri
WAL, day. day Why!
They may say it's not authentic" and such like il
When they strike blow at Friday they hit MS
And I've been reading in book, writ by some col
lege swell,
That there never was genuine, real uue william
Tell!
That he was just myth, or what we boys would
call sell;
That he didn't shoot the apple, nor Geslez, not a
That all the other nations have legend just
1 think it's little business for a college man to
fight
Against these dear old stories. and send them out
And all the boys are just as mad! and so the girls
And SO we called a meeting to decide what we
should do.
and we passed some resolutions, because that is
And only way for meetings, when it's all that can
be done.
+ send you here list: Resolved, that there aous i.
William Tell;
That, by his bow and arrow, the tyrant Gesler fell
Resolved, that he was not myth-whatever that
may be-
But that he shot the apple, and Switzerland was
Resolved. that crusoe lived, and Friday, and the
Resolved, that little Georgy his fathers fruit &C
smote,
Aud owned up like hero. Resolved, that all tie
science
OF all the learned professors shall not shake gu,
firm reliance
IN the parties we have mentioned; and we do
hereby make known
The fact that we boys feel that we have some
rights of our own
And request that in the future these rights 30 ls
alone.
A Yei1Ow-Eever Incident.
One day, when the fever was at rs
height in New Orleans, nicely-dresse>;,
interesting-loolzing little fellow about !
years old stepped into the Office Of TIE
Picoy2t71e with a little slip of pape1
which he handed to one of the editors
Opening it, the editor read notice ot
the death of Mrs. Allen and infant
He looked inquiringly at the child. who
was striving to choke his sobs.
cts my dear mother and my darling
little sister," he said. ooh, 1 can't b.
ieve they've gone! And now Mar
garet's got it,
"Who is Margaret" was asked.
"She's my grown-up sister; she's II
and the prettiest and best girl in the
world. It's awful to see her thrown; ::
her arms about, and her cheeks are 50
red, and her eyes shine Like stars. She
don't know any of us. not even papa
and she keeps calling out, Mamma
mamma, why don't you come to me-?
Oh, I'm so scared about her!"
He turned without another word and
hurried down stairs.
The next morning, flushed, excited
painting for breath, the little fellow
sprung up the steps and burst into the
Office with another slip of paper in his
extended hand.
cts Margaret now" he faltered. His
little frail form was convulsed with an
guish, but with wonderful self-restraint
he neither wept nor sobbed. But the
agony, the despair in the soft brown
eyes was ten times more pathetic than
q moro noisy grief.
"Only IT," commented the editor
musingly, as he read the death-notice
"Oh, she was so good, so kind!" the
child cried; "she never said a cross
word to me. Oh Margaret, Margaret
what am going to do without my own.
Hest sister," He covered his poor little
face with his hands and sat there, his
breath coming quickly, and in convuls,
i've gasps.
Several of the employees of the paper
were in the room, and though, as rule
printers do not usually find it in their
line of business to comfort the afflicted
yet these men did what they could by
petting the little fellow, and bidding
him be a man.
Such little man as he was already,
with such power of sef-repression! II
was unnatural, and one would have pre-.
ferred seeing tears, or any expression Of
childish grief.
At last in silence he rose, and walked
slowly and heavily down the steps.
Two days elapsed, but on the third
the wel-known little step was heard on
the stairs, and, paler and Trailer than
before, the child appeared, holding the
fatal slip in his hand.
tits brothers Edward and James,
now" he said, in dreary, monotonous
tone. You saw he was utterly stunned
by the repeated blows.
They both died last night, and Ed
ward was glad to die, for he said he saw
mamma and Margaret waiting for him ;
but James, he screamed out and was in
pain. Do people go straight to heaven
"AASAA oA4Oy AAO1 Gu1AAA8 Liz kIdfc,
brown eyes to the kind faces around
him. Il wonder what takes 'em there,
when they're SO weak they can't raise
their heads. They amt strong enough
to fly themselves, is they?"
The people in the Office looked at
each other rather sheepishly. They
were not exactly prepared to discuss
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but there were those sad, impioring
eyes fixed upon them. One of the
printers, a burly, Notwithstanding
man, had stepped in for some directions.
He answered the question:
@Tve heard preachers say, my little
chap, that the Savior and the angels are
always at the death-beds of good peo-
pie, and take their souls to heaven"
Eyes, I've heard my mamma say that, :"
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