The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1884-07-26

DEAR IouNG FoLgs:-Noihing Of a
sensational or startling nature will up.
pear in my scrawl this week the wealth.
er is so hot and our boys 20 busy-doing
nottingham romance is compelled to
give away TO something more Substantial.
An old dusty law-oilicc affords but little
material for the young idea TO grasp at,
The first day Of my experiences NJ office
boy, my uncle took down Blackstone and
planted 1t before me with a bang, said
"Well, here is where they all begin"
There was q litter among the ~loafcfs,
which was rather embarrassing TO the
average lad, but | went TO work and after
a months bard work and study feel like
shouting hurrah As a reward Of merit
my uncle ordered me an iron horse
bycicle-to ride on every day. When II
vas delivered and | was ready to mount
this untried friend, saw from the crowd
thai collected that they were in for some
fun. My uncle held up the big wheel
and threw my foot over and he gave
me a start and away ! went, but in the
~twinkIing OF an eye, the Inbred thing
concluded to hay down and we'll, / did,
tool Boy.like, | wal up again, and O
friend gave me another start and away
we flew, until VI came to a brick corner
which would not get out Of the way and
old whirl-a-gig would not turn and we
tried to run up IL and over We went.
When | arose from this crash | looked
around--"to I've or not 10 he" was the
question for me to decide, with my lame
knee and bruised nose. Remembering
"the third time is the charm" led big
wheel up to the wall and climbed on
with n ;enacity that sent US whirlinQ
through town at such n rate that all the
dogs joined in the procession. Ny moth
or met me at the door. holding her
breath, while her hands went up-"Ecbo
have you been in n hoodlum ight2 why,
you are black and blue all over; II the
rollcr.skatc craze should strike our town
we would have to trot you to the bone
yard" was Amounted with Arnica
ani received a lecture at the midnight
hour when she came in TO battle my
skinned knees. Boys, thank Goo
every day Tor my sainted mother and
bless every noble woman IN our land
But for her u world would be q dreary
prison with a set Of uncouth monkeys
roaming around.
blessings on the hand Of womanl
Fathers and sous and brothers cry,
And the sacred song Is mingled
With the worship Of the sky;
Mingled where N" tempest darkens,
Rainbows ever are unfurled
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Il the hand that rules the worldV'
Our column is improving every week
Mr.. Bonner will yet be proud Of hi
young flelgelings. There is Polly, VIII
seems to be quite an observing bird an'
Nelly Bly, is a tower OF strength and In
fuses great spirit and trueness. cranl
is fortunate to possess such an enthusiasts
tic defender. Wish | could BE- tempest
tossed on some sweet girls rage for awhile
who would protect met Now abou
those "tender vines" Many Of Us ar
undoubtedly CROOKED sticks now, bu
hope some day to lie n Of those loft!
monarchs Of the forests whose branche
will shelter the little pleading vine from
the storms Of life. Horrors | am get
ting my scnwl too long and car onl!
raise my old hat In my most polishe'
manner aud say, xcuss me, dear younI
folks, this time.
Grenada, July 10. Ecto.