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Show Sr4lna a e "Old Man." "My od, rethought we beard yoo speak of roar sire Ibis morning as 'old man.' Yoo ara sixteen years of age, ate poo noi? Joit so; that la the age when callow you'd has his first attack ol big-hen!. big-hen!. Yi Imagine at this moment that you know it all. Wa observe by the cut nf yoor jtre isers, the angle ol your bat, the llnvi r -ii your breath, the atvle of your . Hid the swagger of your gait that j, hi ne badly gone on yourself. This if nil tnn we ejin oi erlmik ; but It il'Lt, A '" lit, ;'".u apeak iajliiriiii or diereirT f i one w hom you should nrsar niiuilit.n save by the sacred name ol lather, Jl may not be up to your style ii the modern art of making an ass of himself, hut ten to one he forgets more i a week than you'll ever know. He miy not enjoy emnking guttersnipes, gutter-snipes, chopped flue and wrapped in tissue saper, but be baa borne a good many isrd knocks tor yonr sake and is entitle! to all tbe respect your shallow brain can master. By and by, after yoo are through knowing it all and begin to learn Huietbing, you may be ashamed and wonder where the Ijolklller kept himself wben you were riie tor the sacrifice, sac-rifice, tnd then when the 'old man' grows tired ol bis Journey and stops to rest, aid you fold bia hands across his bosom snd take a last look at bis face that ou grown beautiful tn death, you will leal a sting ol regret that you ever spokeol him In so grossly disrespectful manner. And when yon bear sprouts ot imbecility using the language that so deliglted you in the germinal period of mautiood you will feel like chasing them wilhsa-iguu spoke and crushing their taii.il le tee il there Is any brain tissue on ihsinsidc." Bob Burdette, |