Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1903-12-30
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Brings return OF its comrade-the CARRIER Boy
Who instead of CouRIER, brings round ADDRESS,
Neatly printed by hands TIE CouRIER press.
All Of fftytwo times, since the last Christmas Day
He has carried the paper his known cheerful way
Through the rain and the mud and the cold and the heat
With sturdy good will and with oft weary feet,
To the homes of its patrons, all scattered about
And he carries mail O rural route
In chaise drawn by horses, aeet-footed and fat
From whose seat he might bow, and go tipping his hat
On a free rural route he would have his sure pay
At the end of each month-that is Uncle Sans way
IL the Carriers friends thus prompt to fork over
He would feel every month like colt in clover
From Christmas to Christmas is long time he thinks
And tpper would say twas too long between drinks
But the Carrier Boy does not mess with that ik,
For he quenches his thirst with pure water milk.
Once month"; to get pay would command his applause,
Just much twelve gifts from the myth CLAUS
And its sight he is would be good for the eyes,
And its cink for the ears, Gust hint to the wise
Now, let-up pay---he will take as he can, #t5
Fifty cents, twenty-five, dime, like man.
To q higher plane now, he must spur his Pegasus,
And evolve higher thoughts from top of Parnassus,
For the good of himself, and of all of his size,
Who are running ife's race and expecting prize
Any boy, twelve years old, can consider and plan,
Often think what he'll do when he grows to man;
And the lad with will, both to do and to dare,
Pushing out for the goal, will be get there
Half the things that do in the springtime of lfe
Are but buoys to up in the worlds later strife;
Youthful typos become Editors, later
Pedagogues, Professors-like Nicholson;
Or aside they may fight the old ignorance plague,
And become County Supers, like versatile Craig
Sudious lawyers, with push the Bench may ascend
And all earnest work has EXCELSIOR trend.
In a shoemaker shop Roger Sherman oft read,
And while learning his trade filled with wisdom his head
He ciphered on leather instead of slate,
Studied SCIENCE law, government, early and late
Proficient became in the lore of the day,
And a life full of goodness illumned his way.
Old Connectcuts annals of sons of great fame
Unfold at this day not more honored
Now, just think how he rose from beginning small,
BY the dexterous use of his good pegging awl
Many-sided Ben Franklin, when yet young boy,
Began work in shop, in his fathers employ,
Making candles and soap, and then selling the stuff
But of this greasy work he quite soon had enough
In printing next he found work to his taste,
And by diligence mastered the business in haste
But Frankip Ben unlike their makeup
And remind us, in reading, of Esau and jacob
The one, moody and dull t'other lively with wit;
When yoked team, they p ed bad fit
There bound to be friction at ..ture date,
And the friction came, it is sad to relate.
Ben often type with his eyes streaming tears
For his errors were met with a box on the ears
From his James, whose slow mind did
Early signs of wit in his young brother Ben.
But foreman is human and mishaps and mistakes
May try his tried patience that patience breaks
Well the writer remembers Charley Jaynes making ''p
And the blessing he got from Deacon Smith, standing by
Had Jim Franklin been boss and Smith, it clear
Charlie Jaynes would have gotten a box n the ear.
Now that earboxing work. perhaps varied with kicks
Led the young printer boy to lament his sad fix,
And to plan, at a future convenient day,
To collect his scant duds ana at length away
mistake this perhaps, and perhaps it not,
For know not the number of boxes he got,
Nor the force of the blows that fell the ears
Of the brany boy Ben in his young, tender years;
And sympathes with this printer boy bright,
And think his adventure than half right
If his act strike twas strike of the struck,
And thought views his going, wish him good luck.
This sweet boon at last Tin the of success)
When he ended his in his printer boy dress
On street in the City of Brothery Love,
Where his grum brother Jim not likely 80 move
Quite a sight that lad to attract public gaze
AS he walked Market Street, rounding his days
In his oddlooking coat with two pokes in the skirts,
Which buged with stockings and unwased shirts
And though weary and worn, and hungry Turk,
He maunching dry bread while inquiring for
poor youth, forlorn, like beggar he looked,
But his spirit unbroke knew for fame he booked
And it came, by degrees, as he stuck to his trade,
AS printer expert, and maintaining high grade
From q 'sub' he rose to plant of his own,
harv from indu seeds early