The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-10-18

youngest son. 1t seems that the boy
had begun all right about June g. but
instead of following the calendar he
had used a reckoning of his own and
at last accounts had reached June 43.
Two friends of mine-a man and his
wife-and myself were out driving the
other day and as we drove along the
lady remarked now and then upon the
beauty of some late wild-f1ower Her
husband had little to say on the sub
ject and acknowledged, in fact, that he
knew little about flowers. Suddenly,
however, he pointed to the roadside
and announced triumphantly, There's
one flower 1 know-golden-r rod" We
followed his glance, and there, nodding
merrily in the sunshine, stood bright
spray of tansy.
The proverbial small brother in a.
large family of children nearby is just
learning to figure. Moreover, he must
have a reason for everything and he
usually makes his deductions by meth
DDS of his own. The other day he ask
ed his sister how to write thirteen. She
told him with a / and 8. ooh, yes,
1 see why" he exclaimed, cause and
is and 6 is u and is 49,.
1t is bad enough to laugh during a.
church service, but during a funeral isl
even worse, yet to such crime must II
plead guilty. An intimate friend of
ours had died and another young mani
and myself went to his funeral. Thel
service was very sad and impressive,
and we were in anything but joviall
mood when the time came for viewing
the remains. The funeral was held in
a private house the body being laid
out in the sittingroom. That jam
might be avoided it was arranged that
the people should pass from the hall
into the parlor, which was darkened,
into the sittingroom from there, and
then out by another door
Well, we fingered until nearly every
one had passed through and as wei
stood there waiting an old man went
in just ahead. He was a dear old man.
almost blind, and the deceased had beenl
one of his best friends, and now he wasl
to look upon him for the last time
He entered the parlor alone-all had
gone on ahead of him-and as wei
watched he walked soberly up to the
square piano which stood open there
looked mOurnfully down at the white
keys and with tears rolling down his
cheeks walked back out without going
near the coffin. 1t wasn't an occasionl
for laughter but the pitiful EXPRESSION
over that old piano was too much for
US, and examining our handkerchief
into our mouths we rushed from the
house as fast as our sturdy legs could
carry us.
I was, last night, a witness to what
might be properly termed the tragedy
of barber shop. One of the beard
removers in well-known Main Street
shop had Just finished shaving man, |
and extra attention bestowed was ev-
identity appreciated, as the customer
invited the knight of the razor across
the street to take something for that
tired feeling The invitation was ac-
cepted and the barber was slipping OH
his white coat, with visions of long
refreshing Scotch with soda and Ice, !
when the door was hastily opened and
one of the best customers bolted for
the empty chair and, as he tore madly
at a refractory collar, issued orders to
be shaved in a minute as he wanted
to catch a train. 1t was all off. The
generous customer murmured some |
thing about another time, and the |
barber clambered back on MS perch. |
He looked sore, and didn't even deign |
to ask his victim if the razor panied
him.
A.. friend of mine is a kindergarten
teacher and as time hung rather hea-
Willy one afternoon she thought
she would read to the children.
She chose the story of "Goldy-locks
and the Three Bears" and the children
listened attentively till the end. Then
one little fellow raised his hand and
in response to her nod announced,
THAT story is back number with me"
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