The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-02-24
Natural History Of the Boy.

The original noise-producers and
aerve-destroyers of the time.
And yet in themselves a most inter-
esting study. FIR instance:
The Best Boy-Every mother owns
him. every father is proud of him, and
yet it takes a great deal of the " correct
i've" to keep him at his best.
The Worst Boy Belongs to the next
door neighbor every time. and is the
hatefullest, meanest, homeliest, stuck
upest boy that ever stole a fellow play
mates skates and broke the side rails
off from your boys sled; and how ridic-
ulously they do dress that boy!
The Funny Boy--Is always cutting up
some rusty to bring a laugh. He turns
himself inside out, and il he makes a
hit he keeps at it until he winds up his
career in the circus ring retailing thou
sand-year- old jokes.
: The Saucy Boy-Calls his mother a
as squint-eyed logorithm," twigs his
fingers on his nose at his father, in
vents astonishing nick-names for all the
cranky people in the neighborhood, and
the street corners and yelps his "sass"
right in the face and eyes of everybody
yet he never seems to reap his re-
ward.
The Wicked Boy--Works on the sly.
He wanders forth after dark, breaking
in all the skating ponds, sprinkling
ashes on the coasting grounds, setting
logs of wood against back doors and
ringing the bells. Essentially mischiev-
Gus, with a tinge of ugliness, he holds
court with Q 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
schoolbooks when he ought to be out
getting snowballed. He corrects his
mothers grammar, improves the stvle
of his fathers conversation, and with
an air of superiority kindly allows his
parents to exist under the same roof
with him and be proud of his attain
ments. The chances are that he will
one day teach a district school at twelve
dollars a month, and really think he is
moving the world.
The Tough Boy-Reads dime novels,
smokes a clay pipe, frequents the
upper gallery" in theaters, steals
from the apple stands on the corner, is
up nights, goes home in beastly state
of intoxication by the time he is four
teen, and at twenty stands on the cor
ner in checked pants, cloud ulster,
plug hat and low-neck shirt, a living
picture of dissipation. Boys, don't
think it 50 smart to be tough.
The Newsboy-Take one Whit of him
as he stands sixteen deep to buy his
papers. The world over, the newsboy
carries distinctive odor, reeking with
tobacco smoke, onion soup and the re-
suits of a changeless shirt. But he can
give an intelligent answer to anv ques-
ton you ask him, and is the longest
distance from a fool of any of the boys.
He eats great quantities of taffy and de-
lights in "giving it away"
The Farmers Bov-Wears the big
gest boots he can persuade to stay on
his feet, has sturdy, rugged little
frame, hard muscles, lots of red blood
in his face, can race over the fields,
ride a wild colt, drive boss COW and
snare more partridges and rabbits than
the best sportsman. He says "gosh"
occasionally, and looks with wondering
eyes at everything town bred. But he
is the boy who works his wav to the
city and replenishes its dissipated lie
with his physical vigor and quick per-
ceptions. and is the motive power that
moves the business of the world. He
inhales the spirit of progress in the air
he breathes up on the old farm.
Boys, yes, boys. We were all boys
once, with exceptions in favor of girls,
of course, and don't let us forget it.
Let us remember that the world
was once a distant panoramic show to
US, as it is to boys nowadays, and let us
encourage boys in their boyishness,
that they may never entirely work out
of their system the good spirits and
iollity that was born in them. Let us
be old boys ourselves. We shall feel
better for it.-NeD HdUcn Register.