The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-12-04

/ then fasten them on him again; so
that in the morning, when he awoke,
he was clean, and he did not have to
stand and wait and cry while his
mother was attending to his fingers.
| Whenever he did not want to be dis
| turbed by hearing a noise, he would
! take off his ears and put them in his
| pocket. When he wished to see over a
high fence or over some ones Shout
| der, he would take out an eye and hold
it u0 and thus could see without any
trouble, even if he could not get his
head uD high enough. When he want
ed to write notes in school (Which he
sometimes did, am sorry to say), he
would take off his right hand and slip
1t over to the boy sitting behind him.
and then take out an eye and give it
also to the same boy: then the boy
would write notes on his slate, and the
eye would read them and the hand
would answer them: and all the while
the loose boy apparently would be
! studying his book.
Now, you may think this is all very
fine, and you may wish that you were
like this boy; but there were some
things that were not very pleasant
about it. Like all boys, he was very
forgetful sometimes. He would get
half way to school some morning, and
discover that he had forgotten his LETT
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back home to get it. Once he had two
Of his fingers off, playing with them, in
church: and when the collection box
was passed around he dropped in a
finger by mistake instead of a penny
Then he cried out loud: "Oh, say,
you've got my finger" and everybody
laughed. Another time his father told
him to run quickly to the drug store
and get some medicine; ne jumped up
and fastened to the store, only to find
when he got there that he had forgot
ten his head, and could not ask for
what he wanted, because, of course he
didn't have his mouth with him. You
| see, his mother happened to be wash
/ ing and combing his head when he ran
| out.
But the worst thing of all happened
! to him one day, as he was coming
home from school. Some bad boys
caught him, and one Of them said:
What did you call me that name for
the other day."
Now, he had never called the bad boy
a name at ALL but, you know, that is a
way bad boys have of doing when they
want to pick a quarrel, and can find no
excuse, they just walk up to another
boy, usually to one smaller than them
selves, and say: What did you call
me that name for?" or 'Nhy did you
throw that brick at me yesterday" or
What made you tell the teacher on
me?" and then they go fighting the lit
tie boy.
So these bad fellows met the little
loose boy and asked him why he had
called them names and then, before he
could answer, they pitched into him
and began to pull him apart. One OF
them jerked off a leg, another an arm
another his nose, and another an ear
and then they scampered away as fast
as they could. So he leaned up against
the fence and cried. And a policeman
came along and pursued the boys and
arrested them and brought back to the
loose boy all his members.
Now, when the little loose boy got
home and told his parents about what
had happened to him, they were much
What if those boys had succeeded in
getting away; then our child would
have gone through all his life a Grip
| pie. We must do something at once tc
stick them together tight"
So they went to the carpenter and
said: Can you fasten our little boy
together so he won't come apart?" But
the carpenter answered: why, no. ]
have only nails and screws, and they
would hurt him if I drive them in
Then they went to the paste mantle
man who makes the paste by which
the bills are stuck on the fences and
walls-and asked Can you paste our
! little boy together, Mr.. Pasteman, so he
won't come apart?" But the paste man
answered.: II can stick him together,
! but if he ever goes in swimming he will
melt apart and come to pieces"
Then they went to the blacksmith
and inquired: Can you weld our little
boy together?" And the blacksmith re-
piled: mo, not without heating him
red hot, and that would burn him too
badly"
Then they went to the string man,
but he said that tying the boy up with
string would not be of much use, for
somebody might unite him. And then
they went to the baker, but found the
bow could not be baked solid without
burning him, and to the plasterer, and
found that plastering would not stick;
and at last they gave up in despair,
and all three, father, mother and loose
boy, sat down upon the edge of the
| sidewalk and cried.
They cried and cried and cried. And
| they shed so many tears that the gut
ter was filed with tear-water. And
they kept on crying until the gutter
| became a river, a great river of tear
water. Then the little boy said:
Lets sail away to a land where
there are no loose people"
So they got into a boat and sailed
away, away out of sight, and they were
| never heard of afterwards.