Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-02-26
Some Hints for Boys.

j'-I0uth'S companion.
Some Hints for Boys.
Avoid that which you see aniss in
others.
Follow the examples only Of the good.
Keep your ears open to all that is
worth hearing, and closed to all that is
not.
An older persons experience is of no
value to you unless you profit by it.
You are not building on the future,
but on the past and present.
Evil communications corrupt good
| manners.
Nobody wants to deal with double
minced boy.
Be industrious the world wants boys
who are not afraid Of hard, steady work.
"The empty vessel makes the great
est sound
Some boys inherit golden fortunes,
but no boy ever inherited a scholarship,
good character OF useful life.
IF you would be capable, cultivate
your mind if you would be loved, cul-
tivate your heart.
Never excuse wrong action by say
ing some one else does the same thing
| this is no excuse at all.-Anon.
My Monkey.
There never was such luck. I've al
ways thought that I'd rather have a
monkey than be a millionaire. There is
nothing that could be half so splendid
as real live monkey, but of course I
knew that I never could have one until
I should grow up and go to sea and
bring home monkeys and parrots and
shawls to mother just as sailors always
do. But I've actually got monkey.
It was Mr.. Travers that gothic monkey
for me. One day there came woman
with an organ and a monkey into our
yard.
She was an Italian, but she could
speak sort Of English, and she said
that the "murderin' spalpeen Of a
monkey was just wearing the life Of her
out" So says Mr.. Travers, "What will
you take for him ," and says she "It's
S. I'd be after selling him for, and may
good luck go wild vel"
What did Mr.. Travers do but give her
the money and hand the monkey to me,
saying: "Here, Jimmy! take him and
be happy" Wasn't lust happy though?
Jocko-that's the monkeys name is
the loveliest monkey that ever lived.
Toby Tyler may talk about his "Mr.
Stubbs," and ten how he understands
everything said to him, and begs for
crullers, and all that; but I tell you
"Mr. Stubs was just an ordinary IL
literate monkey alongside of my Jocko.
I hadn't had him an hour when he got
out of my arms, and was on the supper
table before I could get him. The table
was all set, and Bridget was just going
to ring the bell, but the monkey didn't
wait for her.
To see him eating the chicken salad
was just wonderful. He finished the
whole dish in about two minutes, and
was washing it down with the oil out of
the salad bottle when I caught him.
Mother was awfully good about it and
only said, sPoor little beast, he must be
half starved. Susan, how much he re-
minds me of your brother" A good
mother is as good thing as boy de-
serves, no matter how good he is.
The salad somehow did not seem to
agree with Jocko, for he was dreadfully
sick that night. You should have seen
how limp he was, just like girl that has
tainted away and her young man is try
ing to Lift her up. Mother doctored him.
She gave him castor oil as if he was her
own son, and wrapped him upin bia n
ket and put a mustard plaster on his
stomach and soaked the end Of his tail
In warm water. He was all right the
next day, and was real grateful. know
he was grateful, because he showed it by
trying to do good to others, at any rate
to the cat. Our cat wouldn't speak to
him at first, but he coaxed her with
milk, just as he had seen me do, and
finally caught her. It must have been
very aggravating to the cat, for, instead
Of letting her have the milk, he insisted
that she was sick. and must have medi-
cine. So he took Bridget's bottle of
hair oil and big spoon, and gave the
cat such dose. When I caught him
and made him let the cat go there were
about six table-spoonfuls of oil missing.
Mr.. Travers said it was a good thing,
for it would improve the cats voice and
make her yowl smoother, and that he
had felt for a long time that she ought
to be oiled. Mother said that the mon
key was cruel and it was shame, but I
know that he meant to be kind. He
knew that the oil mother gave him had
done him good, and he wanted to do the
cat good. I know just how he felt, for