Show THE OLD OLD IAN MAN Ichabod my my boy me thought I heard you speak of your father this morning as the old man You are eighteen years of age are you not Just so That is the age when callow youth has its first attack of big- big head You imagine at this moment moment moment mo mo mo- ment that you yott know it all I observed by the cut of your trousers the angle of your hat the tip of your head the flavor flavo of your breath the style of your toothpick shoes an and the swagger swagger swagger swag swag- ger of your walk that you are badly gone on yourself This is an error of youth which your uncle can overlook but it pains me sorely to hear you speak in terms of disrespect of one you should never mention save by the sacred name of father He may not be up to your our style in the modern art of making mak makk ing a fool o of himself but ten to one he forgets more in a week than you will ever know j He may not enjoy smoking guttersnipes chopped fine and 1 enclosed in delicate tissue paper I but he has borne a good many hard knocks for your sake and andis andis andis is entitled to all the reverence t your shallow brains can muster By and by after you are through knowing it all and begin begin be- be t gin to learn something you will willbe willbe willbe be ashamed to look in the glass glassand glassand glassand and wonder where the killer fool-killer kept when you were ripe for the sacrifice And then when the old man grows tired of othe the journey and stops to rest and you fold his arms across his bosom and take a last look at a face that has grown beautiful in death you will feel a sting of regret that you ever spoke of him in inso inso so grossly disrespectful a manner manner manner man man- ner and when other sprouts of imbecility use the language that so delighted you in the germinal period of manhood you will f feel el like chasing them with a thick stick and crushing their skulls to see if there is any brain tissue tissue tissue sue on the inside I I |