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Show The Whlmtlliig Boy. If ever in the course o. Ihuman events heaven blesses me with an heir of the small-boy class, I shall teach him to whistle early in his young career and encourage him to warble merrily away throughout the sunshine and the shade of youth and age. I never see a youngster with his hands shoved down in his pants pockets, his head thrown back, his cheeks swelled out like a pair of bellows and his puckered lips piping a jolly tune that I don't set that boy down as an innocent-hearted innocent-hearted lad who wouldn't do anything more harmful than rob a watermelon patch or such. He wouldn't tell a malicious lie or do a cowardly trick. These are the works of the sly youngster with the averted eye and the soft tread, who is afraid to whistle lest he make a noise and attract attention. The whistling boy never makes the footpad or the cut-throat, though he may never bo president. I can't help having my suspicion about a man who never learned to whistle in his youth. In nine cases out of ten he has a falsetto voice and a bad digestion, and his ideas on many points of morality are questionable. New York Ledger. |