Judge — October 14, 1916 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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His First Day at School “CO you are going to begin going to school to-day, are you, Bobby?” re- marked Mr. Ellerton at the breakfast table. “Well, I hope you will behave yourself.” Bobby was six. “I guess he will behave as well as you did the first day you went to school,” suggested Mrs. Ellerton. “Be careful, Bobby, and don’t get any of that sirup on your nice clean clothes. | Mamma wants you to go to school the first day looking neat and nice. You are glad that you are going to school, aren’t you, Bobby?” “T do’no.” “Oh, yes,.you do, dearie! All little boys like to begin going to school. There will be so many other nice little boys to play with “Yes, and to fight with!” put in Master Fred Ellerton, aged twelve. ' ! What do you mean by saying a ¢ that? As if our Bobby would fight with any of the bo: “He will get licked if he doesn’t, and mebbe if he does!” “Papa, I wish that you would make Fred stop saying such things as that! The child will go to school all nervous and wrought up.” “You keep still, Fred,” said father. “All the same, Bobby, you stand up for yourself.” “I hope that none of the other boys will pick on him because he is a new little boy,” remarked Grandma. ‘You mustn’t mind it, darling, if they tease you a little at first.” “Please don’t say such things, Mother,” said Mrs. Ellerton, “and have start to school anticipating all sorts of trouble that probably never will happen—please don’t.” "d better believe in ‘preparedness’ all said Fred. Now you think that is smart, don’t you?” said his mother. “I am glad that Bobby is too young to know what you mean. It’s this ‘preparedness’ idea that s the fighting spirit.” fhat’s why I said he’d better believe in it.” “Bobby, dear, don’t you pay any atten- tion to what they say. Mamma is going to take you to school the first day herself and —Fred Ellerton, what do you mean by that derisive groan? Oh, Bobby! you have spilled some milk on your nice, clean blouse!) Mamma is so sorry, Perhaps I can wipe it right off so it won't show. You must go to school the first day looking nice. Mamma wants her little boy to—why, what is the matter?” “I don’t want to go! I tell you I don’t want to go!” “Aw, yes you do, Bob!” said father. “Ivll be fine! You go like a good boy and I'll try to get off and take you to the movies Saturday afternoon.” “He would have gone all right if some of you hadn't scared him most to death mak- GREAT NEAT SPRING WATER “Its purity nas made It {amous"* ‘S00 the case of six glass stoppered botues. (ADVT.) ing him think that Boing to school first day was like going into 8 lion's dy I feel like boxing your cars, Fred!” “Kitty Beane told me that the fire her little brother Reggie went to school horrid boy kept twisting his curls os sticking pins into him all morning then——” “Hush, Irma!” said Mrs. Ellerte Daughter, aged 14, had spoken. “Bobly hasn’t any curls to pull and I shall tal teacher not to allow any boys to Stick piss in him or annoy him in any way. It dos seem as if you have all conspired to— “Good-by, Bobby,” said Mr. Ellertes “Daddy must get his train. You'll ra along all right. Give dad a kiss. Goo'-by, man! Remember the movies Satur Ta, tal” “So he little bye is going to school—th darlin’,” put in Miss Honory Flannigan, tk maid. “It’s foine to go to school, Bobb I'll make a scholar an’ a gintleman av y an’ if yeez do get into a foight now ax then—”" “Please don’t say such things, Honery Come, Bobby; mamma will comb your ha over again and—yes you do want it combed some more! You want your hair to ld ever so nice your first day at school aré —you hope it will be your last day, to’ No you don’t hope any such thing! will just /ore to go after a day or two and yoo get acquainted and—remember, Fred, thi you are to call and bring him home. Ye. you will! I don’t care if it és only thre blocks. He is not going or coming alone x first and—Fred Ellerton, if 1 hear anothe one of those hideous groans out of you! wil surely box your ears! Come, Bobby. Mamm will get you all ready and she will give yor a shining new nickel if you go without an fuss. Why, it’s just Jorely to go to schol the first day—perfectly lovely!” —J. L. Harbow. The Angler Lies— THe angler lies, ‘tis sad to say, Beneath the imputation Of having often given way To gross exaggeration. The angler lies, his wif Exposed to many dai But heeds that sage advice of hers No more than any stranger's. The angler lies in wait, with hook And line and rod and reel; And, hap, at night he brings the cook A bullhead or an ecl. The angler lies forever at The mercy of mosquitoes, Of stinging fly, and biting gaat, And other blood-depleters. The angler lies beneath the spell Of every specious thiever Who has a wabbling frog to sell, Or other bass-deceiver. ‘The angler lies—but I surmise That this is idle chat; ses tes” We'll merely say, “The angler lies, And let it go at that—W. E. Nesom