Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-03-24
ABOUT CLOTHES.

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of lectures was given in the usual
place, Barn Hall, and to the usual audi
ence. Superintendent Dick announced
that the lecture would be upon Clothes,
upon which Jumper, Whistler, and 9th
ers Of the boys. and some of the girls,
were seen to brush their clothes a little
as if to brush Off of them anything
which should not be on. Lecturer John
Spicer entered Barn Hall promptly on
time, made his bow, and gave out his
subject:
CLOTHES.
1t is very good fun to take off your
clothes and 90 in swimming. APP
plause.] Clothes are the things that
you wear. They have arms and legs to
them, and ever SO many button-holes
and buttons, and have pockets. Pock-
cts are the best part OF your clothes.
We ha e two kinds of clothes, best ones
and old ones. We hang up the best
ones, and wear the old ones. When
you veal your best clothes every day
you most always get something on
them. Once 1 hitched the picket OF a
picket fence into the leg of some best
clothes and pitched over head first, and
the picket went through, and then l had
to take that pair for everyday ones.
Gudgeon grease that you get off of
wheels will not come OF very we'll. l do
very well, .but off your clothes. Ink
spots stay on, but you can get paint off
If you can get anything to take it off
with. Mud brushes OF when it gets
dry, and your mother doesn't say any
thing when you get mud on your every
day ones, but she does on your best
ones. Sometimes when you go to
places you have to stop and change
your clothes. and sometimes you fail
into wet mud and have to go home and
take them of. One time l had to go to
bed and wait for some clothes to dry
that got wet when l was having ''dar-
ings'' on some thin ice of a great
puddle down in a hollow place
when it had been raining and that pud-
die froze ver Laughter. One time
when | was q little fellow, when I was
going to a party with two little fellows
about as big as | was, and we had on
our best clothes, We climbed up a tree
to see if some BIRDS eggs had Matched
out, and a dry twig on a branch tore a
hole on one side of one of my trouser
legs, and 1 did not want to go back
home because that pair was the best
pair of trousers l had. A big fellow
he was not very big, but he was bigger
than we little fellows-he told me to go
to the party and keep my hand down
over the hole, and l did, and somebody
that was at the party asked me if my
arm was lame laughter, and I said
No, ma am; but when the ice creams
came round l forgot and took away my
hand to ta%e the auc in it, and that
some one loo.ed at it, and laughed
some, and she said: 'Oh, now / see
what the matter was with your arm!'
and | laughed a little when she did, and
she told me not to think any more about
the hole then, but to have q good time
and think about the hole afterwards,
and | did. She told me q funny story
about q hole that was torn. Twill tell it.
Once there was a very small boy named
Gussie, and he tore his clothes most
every day, and his mothermended them
after he had gone to bed and he did not
see her do it, and he thought the holes
grew up of themselves during the night.
/ laughter. And one day when his
little cousin Susie tore her dress her
mother told her not to tear, and cried,
Gussie told her not to cry, for the hole
would grow up again in the night, Just
as holes did in his clothes. And when
Susie went to bed she put her dress over
a chair 10 have the holes grow up, apd.
first thing in the morning she went in
her night-gown to look, and her mother
found her standing there crying, and
when her mother asked her what she
was crying for, she said: because that
hole did not grow together in the night.
l NomqM it would grow up in the
night" Laughter and applause.
| know another story 1t is about q
pair OF trousers and a poor boy. Once
there was u very poor boy, and his
mother had no money to buy him
clothes. and his clothes were very old
and bad, and the other boys laughed at
this n because he wore that kind of
clothes. [Groans from the audience,
and cries Of "Oh! oh! mean! m,anr'
And the boy used to go home from.
school and cry because the BOYS
laughed at him. And his mother said:
Q matter if they do laugh at you.
That won't hurt you. You just keep to
your book and learn all you can; that's
what you go to school for. 1t won't
hurt you to be laughed at. Keep think
ing of that" The boy went to school
every day, and when he was laughed at
he said TO himself: ''I.aughing won't
hurt me"--just as his mother had told
him-and studied his lessons and
earned a good deal. And one day the
teacher said to the other boys: ':Why
do you laugh at that boy for his clothesp
You are no better for having good
clothes. Where did you get Your
clothes? You did not make them Your
selves. You did not earn the money
yourselves to buy them with. Some
body bought the cloth, and somebody
made them, and all you do is to put
them on and wear them out. "a voice: