The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-08-12
port and was pardoned; two OF the
other persons died from the results Of
dissipation. George Alfred Townsend.
BOYS.

The original noise producers and nerve
destroyers of the time.
And yet In themselves most interest
ing study. Frinstance!
The best. hoy-evefy rautbet Owns
him, syer5 father is proud Of him; and
yet It takes q great deal of the " correc-
tive " to keep him at his best.
The worst boy-belongs to the next
door neighbor every time, and is the
hatefulest, meanest, homeliest, stuckup-
est boy that ever stole schoolmate's
dinner and drowned your little girls pet
kitten-and how ridiculousIy they do
dress that boy.
The funny boys always cutting UP
some rusty to bring laugh. He turns
himself inside out, and if be makes hit
he keeps at it until he winds up his ca,
reer In the circus ring retailing thou-
sand-year-old jokes.
The saucy boy-calls his mother a
squint-eyed logorithm," twigs his
fingers On his nose at his father, inventc
astonishing nicknames for all the cranky
people in the neighborhood, and, with
his hands in his pockets, stands on the
street corners and yelps his "sass"
right in the fa6e attd eyes of everybody
yet he never seems to reap Ills rewafd.
The wicked boy-works on the sly.
he wanders forth after dark, tying
strings across the walks, setting logs Of
wood against back doors and ringing the
bells. Essentially mischievous, with a
tinge of ugliness, he holds court with a
reign of terror, and every boy stands in
fear of him. But he is the sleekest,
quietest-looking boy on the street.
The scholarly boy-pores over school
books when he ought to be out playing
ball. He correets his mothers grammar.
improves the style Of his fathers con
versation; and with an dir of superiority
kindly allows his parents to exist under
the same roof with him, and be proud of
his attainments. The chances are that
he will one day teach district school at
$l2 a month, and really think he is NOV
ing the world.
The tough boy-reads dime novels,
smokes clay pipe, frequents the Mig
ger heaven In theaters, steals from the
apple stands on the corners, is up
nights, goes home in beastly state of
intoxication by the time he is IA; and
at 90 stands on the corner in checked
pants, cloud" ulster, plug hat and a
low-necked shirt, living picture of dis
sipation. Boys, don't think it "smart !"
to be tough.
The newsboy-take one Whit of him
as he stands sixteen deep waiting to buy
his papers. The world over, the news
boy carries a distinctive odor, reeking
with tobacco smoke, onion soup, and the
result of changeless shirt. But he can
give an intelligent answer to any ques-
ton you ask him, and is the longest dis
lance from fool OF any Of the boys. He
eats great quantities of taffy and delights
in "giving it away"
Boys, yes, boys, We were all boys
once. with exceptions in favor of girls,
of course. and let us not forget it. Let
us remember that the world was once a
distant panoramic show to us as it is to
boys now, and let us encourage boys in
their boyishness, that they may never
entirely work out of their systems the
good spirits and fun that were born in
them. Let us be old boys ourselves and
feel better for it.-NeaO Haven Register.