The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-06-07
Short Talks With the Boys.

tOuc, now my iau, pub you NuHt w
run away. No boy ever yet reached
the age of Is without having several
times firmly resolved to leave homo.
When boy has made up his mind to
thing of this sort he ought to carry it
out by all means. The first step in the
programme is to begin saving up bread
and meat When you have bushel or
so of provisions hidden in the barn or
under the wood-shed you are ready for
the battle with the cold world. Make
your start at night This will prevent
the sun from tanning your complexion,
and yal will be quite certain of the
company of tramp or two.
Some boys leave 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 out. until
he has made up his mind to sever the
connection. He will never be heard of
more.
When you have packed up your little
bundle and are off it will be we'll to
settle upon some plan for the future.
Perhaps you want to be a sailorP 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 hunterp Mighty hunters are
not made in few days or weeks. You
want to begin by letting your hair and
finger nails grow, sleeping in swamp,
and wasting 81 worth of ammunition
to kill ten-cent chipmunk.
If YOU have decided to become
bank clerk, well and good. Make
tracks for the nearest city, and the first
bank you enter will jump at the chance
of employing you at a salary of 5000
per month. If it should so happen
that the bank didn't do any jumping as
you made application. you can console
yourself with the reflection that it is
about to bust.
But, speaking in all seriousness, my
boy, if | had dozen sons 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 swell
head There's heap of romance in
the idea of running away. You think
of the sparkling sea, the green prairies,
coral strands, robbers caves and pi-
rates treasures. You feel that you
know so much more than your father
that il is waste of brains for both of
you to remain in the same house. You
have been forced to 60 to school, and
have been ordered TO split wood and 90
to the grocery after butter like COM
mon slave. Don't stand it any longer
Pick up your buds and leave the house
and 60 forth into the world.
What! Come TO n full stop in the
road before you are mile away
You've got peck or more Of sour meat
and moldy bread in pillow-case, sew
enteen cents in your pocket, and just
think how your father and mother
have missed you at home! The ro-
nance begins to wear of, eli? You don't
care half as much about mermaids and
palm-groyes and pirate ships as you
did an hour ago. You hate to leave
mother after all, and perhaps 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 few more weeks.
All! my son, but we've all been there!
All these wrinkled and dignified and
bald headed old men you meet on the
streets have had about the same expe-
rience. We've had that same period
of "swell- head,' and eight out of ten of
us have packed our bundles and sid 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 a
poor, overworkcd and downtrodden
boy, and that if you only had Il fair
show you'd know more in a minute
than your father does in an hour Just
skip, There's nothing like it.--M
quad.