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Show The Pert Young Man. See that half-grown man? Ho will never know as much again as he does now at the ripe age of 20. When he gets to be 50, when his hair is grizzled and his hopes are like the dead leaves that cling to November trees, he will look back upon these years of rare wisdom and colossal effrontery and blush a little, perhaps, at the recollection. recollec-tion. Now he has no reverence for a woman or for God. He sneers at good in a world whose threshold he has barely crossed, as a year-old child might stand in tho doorway of his nursery nur-sery and denounce what was going on in the drawing-room. Most of the scathing things that are said about domestic do-mestic felicity, and the sneers that are bestowed on love, and the gibes that are flung at purity, and the scoffs that are launched at established religions; all the jokes at the expense of noble womanhood and tho witticisms that are lavished upon the old-fashioned virtues, spring from the gigantic brain of the youth of the period Chicago Herald. |