The Wrangell sentinel., 1922-04-13

are We uTiItlHS But, to tell the truth, I'm not losing any sleep over that proposition. have the idea that the kids of this genera tion will stack up as high as any you ever knew. Among them there are sev- eral presidents of the United States, and innumerable congressman and postmasters, and perhaps one or two Shakespeares.
 I've noticed that the old boys al- ways view with alarm where the kids are concerned. It was that way when I was young. The boys of our neigh borhood formed a gang. and we used to assemble every evening for diver sion. There were no automobiles or movies then. Our pleasures were of the cheap but filling kind. In the winter, when there was snow, We took our handsleds and had great sport. Our parents found it impossible to get us to do any useful work when the sleighing was good, and said parents used to get pretty Respondent over 1t.
 T have heard my father say a hun dred times that the boys of that peri cd were not worth the powder that would blow them of the landscape. All they think of is fun,' he used to say, so discouraged he could hardly stand 1t. When I was young,' he'd go on, children understood that amusement was merely incidental, not an end and aim in itself. When l was ten years old used to saw all the wood used by the family, and carry buckets of water from a spring two miles away, and milk fourteen COWS, and curry eight horses, and polish the stove, and hang out the weeks washing, and when I had a few minutes to spare I sat down and read good book, so that when l was twelve years old I knew the un- abridged dictionary by heart. But the boys of the present day won't do any thing useful or profitable unless you stand over them with a club
 Father used to talk that way all the time, until I got sick of hearing him. My grandfather was alive then, and he felt worse about it than dad did. He used to say he'd be jiggered If he could see anything ahead of such boys as he knew, but the jail or the poorhouse. All We cared for was a good time.
 Tt was the same way at school. If boy was half an hour late in the morning, because he got interested in a game of marbles on his way to school, the teacher would say he nev- CT did see such a frivolous bunch as the boys of that generation were, and then he'd take down a small sapling from the wall and larrup the student until his troubled soul was soothed.
 All the old graybeards were agreed that the boys of the neighborhood were headed for the everlasting bow VOWS, and we were always being lee tured and roasted and held up as hor- rible examples. Yet, the most of us did pretty well. I am the only one I can recall who didn't make a shin- ing success of life. I am grand worthy NucNONAdAA o1 aunt to"S. iAASht have risen to a greater height, but was crossed in love when I was young. A man doesn't recover from an experi- ence like that. He loses his ambition to be president, and is satisfied to peddle milk.
 But Freddie Bilker became a sue cessful book agent, and has his own motorcycle; Jim Gangling studied law and finally was appointed notary pub lie by the governor; Charlie Ormiston also studied law, and got job on the police force; Oliver Messway is the best southpaw pitcher in the cross- country league, yet the old fossils used to say he would come to a bad end 1; then there was"
 Spare me the ghastly details" urged the professor.