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Show r BRUSHES. Not long ago I heard a mother tell her boys in.it intimate and constant acquaintance with bni-hes goes a great way toward making a gentle-,. gentle-,. .!. The remark struck me, and I asked how many I Inidtos one needs to be familiar with. "Tell her, boys." said their mother, and the , lvn rrv fellows shouted: ,! 'One 1 brush our hair we need, And one to shine our boots, j One to clean our nails, indeed, And one to dust our suits, - To make us all look very bewitching.' And that's the song of the Brush Brigade. "Willie always twists .everything they have to remember into a jingle, and then they don't forget said the mother, smiling, as the brigade went tt in a vivacious procession to practice on their brushes. "Tramp? went, out, but gentlemen came back," sf'.M the clever little mother when they came in acain, presenting each of the brush-improved four villi an apple turnover for his lunch box. y "' h anliness is next to godliness, and dirt is an uU -t 1 1 i 1 1: i ion.' said grandmother, from, her corner. Catholic Transcript. 4- |
