Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-03-02
THE NEW YORK BOY.
Concerning Some of His Peculiar
characteristics

Inc llttle New 1Ork nOy is unique
creation. Like Pegasus he has no mate.
He is not like the well-bred little
Washington boy; or the learned little
Boston boy; or the good little Philadel-
phia boy-he is an artistic fusion of
them all, having an individuality as
potent and strong ms Sarah Bern
hardts. We have all seen him thou
sand times rs he bounds buoyantly to
school, with an elasticity of step almost
rivaling that ascribcd 70 young Vir-
ginia by Lord Macaulay. and his shin
Ing morning face all pink from the nip
ping. frosty air. He is always clean
and fresh at this hour, with his polo
cap pushed back from his smooth blonde
bang, his body, just lengthcning out of
baby roundness, buttoned snugly into
his REFER coat, his tight knickerbockers
with three buttons at the knee, his
long black stockings, his unnaturally
large feet in stout calf-skin boots. laced
with n leather thong, and his modest
pile of books dar.yling at the end of
strap. The innocence of babyhood is
still on his face, the clear and candid
glance of the pure child-soul yet in his
eyes, He is cherubic. The withered
old maid, with her cherished yellow
complexion, and the gathered front of
her bodice filled with airy deceptions
like an empty cream-putf, pauses to
gaze wistfully after him, as he skips
whistling down the street. The heavy
nra1 1ntn tt-itl hiau I,- hnt tI,n
back of his head, and the tails of his
dress-coat dangling sheepishly down
lelow his light overcoat, turns, and
with his tremulous fingers rubbing his
stubby chin, followed the dancing
figure with sad and haggard glance
Both think pensively of what might
have been-being ignorant of what is.
The moving of CULVER by the Lili-
putians is nothing compared to the
matutinal moving from his bed of this
little boy. He sleeps soundly on his
face, with his round, sleek. blonde head
jammed fiercely into the pillow. AS
the clatter Of the breakfast dishes
sounds with cheerful promise through
the house, and the faint. seductive
aroma of coffee and hot rols ascend
temptingly up the staircase. the air is
suddenly filled with shrill feminine
cries:
"Bridget-where' Master Bertiep"
'He won't sthurr. mum. aven though
1'eive shuck him till L dim toired."
"Bertie, Notwithstanding scale
"get up this minute YOU disgraceful,
lazy boy"
Hes terrible. He won't stir. He'll
be late for school," says the head
nurse, signing despairingly.
"Bertie-get up, sir" cries mamma,
and dashes through the hallway into
Bertie's room. her long hair flying. and
an ivory-backed brush held warningly
In her hand.
Then arises ahubbub of haranguing
feminine voices, which rouse BERTHE to
the extent of uttering long and lazy
groan. and turning over with slow,
beatilied smile.
''What shall do with himP" says
mamma, in desperation, addressing
the ceiling. Hell be late for school.
All the boys will laugh at you"
a know it-but don't mind. l
like it." comes n soft, drowsy murmur
from the depths of the pillow.
"Arra now, git up, Burret-ain't yez
ashnmed?" says the under nurse, coax
Ingly.
The headlnurse resorts to action and
sweeps the coverlets down, exposing
Berte's little lean legs, in all their un-
blushing tenuity, twined about each
other in an attitude more remarkable
than restful. She lays hold of him by
the ankle, and attempts to draw him
forth, whereat he clutches the bed S
head and hangs on, Laughing con-
Bumcdly." The other children, in va
rious stages of undress stand in the
doorway anil peep in. pnlpitating; their
tiuGy, blonde heads make yellow blurs
in the bright morning sunlight, and
flannel petticoats of spans length
stand ont from their straight little
waists like n faint "reminiscences of the
ballet last night. They "snatch u fear
full joy III watching the open insur-
rection of this brilliantly rebellious
brother But suddenly deep. ominous
tone. like the growing of distant thun-
der, interrupts the high-pitched, fem
inine concert. Father enters in his
dressing-gown. Father has been using
the flesh brushes-the kind with long
handies-and being man rich in
knowledge of the world, knows that
there are times when actions speak
loudert an words though father. be-
ing a lawyer. has necessarily firm
belief in the licaey of spoken Ian.
gunge In this case his actions speak
quite loud--you cap hear them across