Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-09-05
TO wouLn-RE RuNAwAYs.
Sage Advice TO Youthful Aspirants for
Greater Glorles than They Have at

Sage Advice 10 Youthful Aspirants for
Greater GIorles than They Have at
Home.
Come, now, my lad, says M. Quad, in
the Detroit Free Press, but you want TO
run away. No boy ever yet reached the
age of 10 without having several Tunes
firmly resolved to leave home. When n
boy has made up his mind TO thlng OF
this sort he ought to carry il out by all
means. The first stepin the programme
is to begin saving up bread and meat
When you have bushel or so OF proVls-
ions hidden in the barn, or under tne
woodshed 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 you VIII
be quite certain of the company OF a tramp
or two.
Some bows leave a note pinned to the
pillow Of their bed. This note goes on 10
say that the boy has been jawed, pull
dozed. starved, pounded, and knocked
down and dragged out, until he has maze
up his mind to sever the connec9 =. =.
He will never be heard OF more. lt is
probably the best way to leave 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, il Will be well TO settle
upon some plan for the future. Perhaps
you want to be sallory Nothlng 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 a week, tar
| buckets, seasickness, poor provisions,
and a ropes end will be called upon 10
| assist him.
Perhaps YOU want to become mighty
| hunterl Mighty hunters are not made IN
| a few davs or weeks. You want TO begin
| bv letting your hair and finger nails grow,
sleeping in a swamp, and wasting S2O
worth of ammunition to kill a l0-cent
chipmuDk.
II 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 employ
| ing you at a salary of $500 per month. ii
it should so happen that the bank didn't
do any jumping as you made your appIi-
cation YOU can console yourself with the
reflection that it is about to bust.
But, speaking in all seriousness, my
| bov, if had a dozen sons l should be
| glad to have each and every one of them
| take his turn at running away from nome.
1t is the best cure in the world for that
disease called 'swell-head." There's a
| heap of romance in the idea OF running
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 b aims for both
OF you to remain in the same house. lou
| have been forced to go to school, and have
| been ordered to split wood, and go to the
grocery after butter like common slaVe'
Don't stand it any longer! Pick up your
buds and leave the house and 90 forth
| into the world.
What! Come to full stop in the road
| before YOU are a mile away? You've got
peck or more of sour meat and mouldy
| bread in pillow case, IT cents in your
pocket, and Just think how your father
and mother have missused you at home
The romance begins to wear of, ehI You
| don't care half as much about mermalds
and palm groves 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 1t Tor
few more weeks.
All! my son, but we've all been there!
All these wrinkled, and dignifed, and
bald-headed old men you 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 eX-
perience was the right sort of medicine
Tor the disease. Any time you come to
feel that you are a poor, Overworked, and
down-trodden boy. and that if you only
had fair show you'd know more In a
minute than your father does IN an hour,
Iust skip. There's nothing like it.