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Show THOSE TASKS A farmer friend of mine has a "boy of 14 years, named Billy, who is like a few other boys of my acquaintance. His heart is heavy and a sloud immediately overspreads over-spreads his mental horizon when he is asked to make himself useful. use-ful. "Billy," said his father one day, when I was at the farm, "why don't you go to work and hoe that I little patch of potatoes." "Aw," whined Billy, "there's so many of them, I'll never get them hoed." His father walked away, and I heard Billy exclaim iu a tone indicating indi-cating real mental distress: "It makes me sick to think I about those old potatoes!" "Why do you think about them, then?" I said laughingly "I have to," he replied dolefully, dole-fully, with a sorrowful shake of I the head. "I've been thinking J about them over since I got up this morning." "How long, Billy, will it really take you to hoe them" "And you've been distressed about it over since you got up?" "Well, I hate to hoe potatoes. " "And you've been up a little more than five hours" "Well, I I" Billy began to grin, took up his hoe, and said, "I never thought of that." The potatoes were hoed in just 40 minutes. Irish Word. |