San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-06-06
MOTLEY MUSINGS.

In Poetry and Prose, by Querque.
For the Sunday Light.
The boy is father to the man and the
man is father to the boy; therefore
each is father to the other, which is
logic, but not law; for, a father-in-law
is someone else's father, with whom
the other boy fights, because boys al
ways do fight when they are not in
some other mischief.
The boy, the boy, the growing boy.
We try to teach him all we can,
We spoil his sport and dock his joy,
Because he's father to the man.
The man, the man, the grown up man,
We make him every art employ
To strive and save and work and plan,
Because he's father to the boy.
There are many different kinds of
boys" but most Of them are not kind
to dogs and cats and such like. There
is the ideal boy, who has mind open
ing elegantly like a summer rose, and to
whom the world is a fairy palace of
wonder; the real boy who doesn't mind
anything much, and to whom the world
is chiefly candy and marbles. There
who lives in books, and the delightful
young scamp who SHES away those
books that he doesn't need for max
ing the tail of his kite. There is the
unhealthy, ballad boy, who has golden
hair and prefers singing among angels
and the newsboy who doesn't care
what his hair is like so long as he can
make you forget your change.
Bent on mischief, naughty boys,
Only happy causing noise;
Yet your love towards them strays,
Spite of all their wilful ways.
The average boy can make more
noise than scandal in high life; break
more things than an Irish relp; tear
more clothes than a steam laundry,
and do less work than a Civil Service
clerk. He has more cheek than hip
popotamus and is a greater Democrat
than a German socialist. A sweet lit
tie cherub protects him from cable cars
horse and policemen, and he can eat
all day long and play football after
wards.
Tarts and jam and pies and ham,
Candy, spice and lemon-ice,
This he calls good beginner,
Just before hearty dinner.
Yet how interesting are boys to those
who understand them! No one should
remain a schoolmaster when he cannot
go up two stairs at a time upstairs"
said the greatest of educators. There
in is the secret key that unlocks their
hayward souls. Be boy yourself
tbau will Iowa uo,, apd carya Won
with hearty devotion and honest loyal
ty, and their spirit shall enter into you
ever the "childlike heart that watches
and receives" The true healthy boy
must ever be up and doing, and when
he has worried everybody although
the day he has had real good time.
When first got up, called out 'fire!'
And scared to death poor Aunt Maria;
l caught some birds in a new spring
trap,
And lost my cap by a strange mishap.
1 fell in the lake in my fresh spring
suit,
And came back home without one
boot;
1 gave my books a good long rest
And went around to find a nest.
/ chased some sheep and rode COW;
1 climbed tree and broke a bough.
1 came down crash and hurt my thigh;
1 tore my clothes; but did not cryl
/ put a dead rat in the soup-toureen.
And painted our cat a delicate green.
/ stuck some thorns in the shady place
Where her best young man comes to
court our Grace.
I've worried the folks till they're half
dead,
And now l guess I'm off to bed.
But this doesn't necessarily mean go
ing to sleep. He will probably feed the
white mice which he keeps under his
bed, inspect the collection of marbles,
peanuts, string, knives, candy and
pencils that distort his pockets, cook
something over the gas, stick some
stamps in his album, try to frighten
his young sister, eat some apples, tur-
nips and cakes, light bonfire on the
window sill, and after reading a thrill
ling narrative of Indian and ship
wreck finally subside with half eaten
piece of moist chocolate on his pillow.
Yet he will not dream and will wake
when the fit takes him with faculties
unimpaired for the preparation of
fresh enormities to terrify his fond re-
latives, who wouldn't be without him
for the world and who chide and love
him simultaneously.
% Jack, what are you at!
now don't do this, and don't do that!
% dear, o dear, full well we know
AS bends the twig the tree must grow
So pa is called the boy to train
And brings tough caressing cane
And ma arrives too late TO find
The boy is bent, the twing inclinedl
QUERQUE.