The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-05-09

the battle with tue cold world. Make
your start at night This viii pEsvent
the sun from tanning your complexion.
and you will be quite certain of the
company of tramp or two.
Some boys leave q note pinned to the
pillow of their bed. This note goes
on to say that the boy has been jaWed,
bulldozed, starved, pounded and
knocked down and dragged cut. until
he has made up his mind to sever the
connection. He viii never be heard Of
more. 1t is probably the best way to
leave a note of this kind, as the family
are then made to fully realize their
cruelty in driving the poor boy out
among strangers.
When you have packed up your little
bundle and are off it will be well to set
tie upon some plan for the future.
Perhaps you want to be sailor? Moth
ing is easier. Make your way to some
lake or seaport, and most any Captain
will take you. If he can't disgust you
with the sailoring business in about
week, tar-buckets, sea-sickness, poor
provisions and a ropes end will be
called upon to assist him.
Perhaps you want to become mighty
hunter? Mighty hunters are not made
in a few days or weeks. You want to
begin by letting your hair and finger
nails grow, sleeping in a swamp. and
wasting two dollars worth OF ammuni-
ton to kin a ten-cent chipmunk.
If you have decided to become az bank
clerk, wei and good. Make tracks for
the nearest city, and the first bank YOU
enter will jump at the chance of en-
ploying you at salary of $500 per
month. If it should so happen that the
bank didn't do any jumping as you
made application. you can console your
self with the reflection that it is about
to bust
But. speaking in all seriousness, my
boy, if l had dozen sons L should be
glad to have each and every one of them
take his turn at running away from home.
1t is the best cure in the world for that
disease called 'sswell-head. There's
heap of romance in the idea of run
ming away. You think of the sparkling
sea, the green prairies, coral Strands
robbers caves and pirates treasures.
You feel that you know so much more
than your father that it is waste of
brains for both of you to remain in the
same house. You have been forced to
go to school, and have been ordered to
go to the grocery after butter like
common slave. Don't stand it any
longer! Pick up your buds and leave
the house and 60 forth into the world.
What! Come to full stop in the road
before you are mile away! You've got
a peck or more of sour meat and moldy
bread in a pillow-case, seventeen cents
in your pocket, and just think how your
father and mother have missed you at
home! The romance begins to wear off,
eh? You don't care half as much about
mermaids and palm-groves and pirate
ships as You did an hour ago. You
hate to leave mother after all, and per-
haps father isn't so much to blame for
boSsing you around. Come to think it
all over, perhaps you'd better return
home and try and stand it for a few
more weeks.
All! my son, but we've all been there!
All these wrinkled and dignified and
bald headed old men yon meet on the
streets have had about the same expert
ence, We've had that same period of
''swell-head," and eight out of ten of
us have packed our bundles and slid out
to escape parental tyranny. Eight out
of ten of US have slipped back again,
too, and the experience was the right
sort of medicine for the disease. Any
time you come to feel that you are
poor, over-worked and down-trodden
boy, and that if you only had fair
show you'd know more in minute than
your father does in an hour, just skip.
There's nothing like it.-"M quad" IN
Detroit Free Press.