Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-09-07
Absence Of the Small Boy in Saxony.

was some weeks in Germany before
1 missed the small boy, probably be-
cause had but little time tS think OF him,
there were so many new and beautiful
| things to be seen, and probably because
it is almost absolutely necessary that he
shall be near you once in a while in Or
| der that his absence may be- thoroughly
felt and thoroughly enjoyed when he
retires. But, anyhow, it gradually be-
| gan to dawn upon, my mind that / had
not seen him since my arrival. I searched
for him along the magnificent boule-
wards of Berlin, through the glorious
avenues Of Dresden, along the narrow
and crowded thoroughfares of Old Leip-
sic, and finally in the crowds that
surge through the quaint and crooked
streets of Chemnitz, but found him
mot. l went to the theaters expecting to
see his shaggy head sticking out over
the upper balcony, or to find him pep-
/ pering the people in the parquette with
paper wads, but was disappointed.
/ even sought him in the circus, and
waited patiently to hear his savage veil
and his shrill whistle, but in vain. Not
trace of his existence could find. If
he has ever lived and had his being in
the dominions of the Emperor William
he had entirely disappeared before /,
arrived. -l'aa E7to7f 40 -sI
/ don't know but that my first
thoughts upon making this discovery
were pleasant ones, and am not sure
but that hailed his absence with feel.
ings of of unmixed delight. Il was in
clined to look upon his downfall and ex-.
termination as one of the results of a
higher and happier civilization than we
enjoy in America. 1 noticed that the
law was supreme in Germany, and that
it had routed out gamblers, bunko-
steerers, tramps, garroters, BURGLARS,
ward bummers, and other enemies of
society and disturbers of the peace, and
it struck me that it had not spared even
the small boy, but swept him away,
too, as public nuisance and living
menace to the happiness of the people.
ed, But 1 missed him, and the more
missed him the, more felt that, if it
were possible. I would like to gaze
upon his machievous, dirty, happy-go-
lucky face again. / would even allow
him to trip me up on piece of orange
peel, and undergo the torture of his in,
born satire as my heels went up, if I
could only enjoy his disreputable So
ciety for ten minutes.
The German people feel no longings
for him, for they have never known him.
They have never seen very angry and
excited dog running through the street
holly pursued by tin can; they have
never witnessed the anguish of two in
nocent and unsuspecting cats whose
tails were firmly united with piece of
fishline; they are unacquainted with
the stove-pipe hat in which is hidden
the silent but potent brickbat; never
have they stopped to pick up the pie
thoric pocket-book from the sidewalk,
only to find that it vanishes like a
dream; to them a soaped doorstep
would be an awe-inspiring novelty.
the Saxon lover has never felt the
pangs excited by the bent pin on the
chair which his sweetheart's younger
brother has prepared for him, nor upon
bidding adieu has he found his hat to
be full of flour and confusion. No
honest wayfarer walks the street with a
hand-bill pinned to his coat-tail. There
is not an instance on record where the
key-holes of the Saxon's house have
been filed with putty, and street-lamps
cay stay out all night with perfect i'm.
punity.-Cor. Chicago Herald e.f