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Show J This U the Time When PIERE are other seasons of the year, but none so full of hope and joyful promises as the first days of gladsome spring. This is the time when youth looks far ahead, and lives many lives, that of today and of tomorrow; life indoors and life outside; lives of marbles, tops and kites as well as lives of pencils, slates and books. Boyhood is bursting from its winter shell, and, believe mother, it certainly is not doing it noiselessly! This is the happy day when one little boy can track up more square yards of newly scrubbed floors than an army of women can-cletn-4n-the-same time: This-1sthetlrne when the last ounce of attraction for the schoolroom school-room has withered and fled from the mind of Master Bo. This is the time when one departeth wittr a light heart and 'a pocket laden with marbles, to return long after suppertime with a heavy heart and a much lighter pocket for the loser. This is the time when the basement floor is cluttered up with kite sticks and the glue bottle is not to be found in its accustomed place, and mother; kitchen apron does duty as kite tail. This Is the time when more energy is spent upon finding last year's top than Columbus devoted de-voted to the finding of a new world. This is the time when young hearts glow with delight upon hearing that perhaps school will have to be let out a few weeks earlier because the school fund is running low. This is the time when any little lad would rather be the driver of a delivery wagon which rumbles along the open streets than be president and sit in a White House all day. This is the time when it's too early to hoe weeds or mow lawns and too late to shovel snow off sidewalks. This is the time when a. fellow can begin practicing up on his curves and maybe make the pitcher's job on the Hill Gang team. This is the time when being a boy is the best occupation on earth. This is spring. |