Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-07-12
ABOUT BOYS.

Boys are the very quintessence of con-
trariness. l firmly believe that every boy
between the ages of ten and fourteen
thinks he came into the world for tie ex-
press purpose Of showing up the opposite
side of everything. Aud they fulfill their
mission with inimitable persstency.
For exampie--if you happen to remark
about tea time that the boys ate such
hearty dinner they won't be very hungry;
when they arrive at the ten table they
will proceed with systematic determine
tion to demolish every edible within their
reach, and leave the table at last vocifer
ously calling for more, just to prove to
you that hearty dinners don't make any
difference with boys appetites. On the
contrary, if you should chance to assert
that as "the boys had light dinner to-
day, they will be very hungry" those
boys would leave The tea table half starv>
ed rather than betray The least symptoms
of an unusual appetite.
If you insist that after n hard days
werll a hey is too tired to go fishing, he
will bounce around n whole evening, per-
form evoGtions of dangerous character,
stand on his head, and finally refuse to
go to bed an hour afier his rsual bedtime,
just to prove 20 you that he wasn't bit
tired.
If, however, you should suggest ever
so family that he isn't too tired to bring
pail Of water, he will wilt like cabbage
leaf and lop around in the big chair and
on the lounge with the most agonized ex
preston OF WEAKNESS on his rosy counte.
nance.
But what is n boys contrariness when
compared with his aesthetic tastes e? Cnn
you think Of any more touching sight
than to see boy of 10 trudging home
from fishing excursion, his pants rolled
up to his knees, his shirt sleeves in tntters,
his torn hat on wrong side before, while
under one arm he holds shining mud
turtle and the other hand clutches green
frog. Hear him mui mur tenderly as he
patters along: "Oh, you pretty, little
teenty, weenty fellahs -
Boys have SORROWS which are sad to
contemplate. just imagine boys feel
ings when, on coming home from school
some Monday noon, be finds that his ia
vorite mud turtle, which he left securely
waddliug in his mothers wash-tu5. hf 5
been empted out and lost. Think of his
grief over the destruction Of his colony of
potato bugs which he has been TO so mucl
trouble to convey from one potato patch
to another, having constructed an emf
grant wagon for that especial purpose.-
He is speedily comforted however, when
informed by his elder brother that his
emigrants have been killed by the In
dmns, who used paris. cen for powder
There is n little orphan boy known to
me, whose life Of sorrow calls for con-
tinual sympathy.
He lives with an aunty who is q con.
stance source of trouble To her nephew,
often requiring him to do the most ject.
ionable things.
Not long since, happening TO pass
through her kitchen just at nighthll. |
discovered the little fellow seated by the
side OF n pail OF warm water. towel
thrown ncross his lap, his two brown fists
chucked into his eyes, sobbing rs il his
heart would break
"Why. what's the matter, my bov |;
whnt is the matter, have you cut your
finger have you got the toothache ?"
IN no." he sobbed; and then his sobs,
deepening into most pteous howl, he
exclaimed "Auntie wants me to WASH
my feet agan-an' just washed them
the other day boo hoo don t want TO
wash 'ein so much F; they'll get so bime
10y they won't be no dirt on em to wash
off. Boo hoo -
OF course no one can fail to sympa>
thze with boy whose bare. brown feet
are in danger of such n calamity.
Nix, in Pomeroy's Democrat.