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<h2>A BOY'S VIEW OF IT</h2> <h3>BY FRANK L. STANTON</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> Mother—she's always a-sayin', she is, Boys must be looked after—got to be strict; When I tear my breeches like Billy tears his, It helps 'em considerable when I am licked! But it ain't leapin' over the fence or the post— It's jest that same lickin' 'at tears 'em the most! </div> <div class="stanza"> Mother—she's always a-sayin' to me, Boys must have people to foller 'em roun'; Never kin tell where they're goin' to be; Sure to git lost, an' then have to be foun'. An' then—when they find 'em, they're so full of joy They can't keep from lovin' an' lickin' the boy! </div> <div class="stanza"> There's Jimmy Johnson—got lost on the road; Daddy wuz drivin' to market one day, Fell out the wagon, an' nobody knowed Till they come to a halt, an' his daddy said: "Hey! Wonder where Jimmy is gone to?" But Jim— Warn't no two hosses could keep up with him! </div> <div class="stanza"> Jest kept a-goin', an' got to a place Where wuz a circus; took up with the clown, Cut off his ringlets and painted his face, An' then come right back to his daddy's own town! An' what do you reckon? His folks didn't know, An' paid to see Jimmy that night in the show! </div> <div class="stanza"> An' there's Billy Jenkins—he jest run away (Folks at his house wuzn't treatin' him right); Went to the place where the red Injuns stay; An' once, when his daddy wuz travelin' at night An' the Injuns took after him, hollerin' loud, Bill run to his rescue, an' scalped the whole crowd! </div> <div class="stanza"> No use in talkin'—boys don't have no show! Wuzn't fer people a-follerin' 'em roun', Jest ain't no tellin' how fast they would grow; Bet you they'd fool everybody in town! But mother—she says they need lickin', an' so They're too busy hollerin' to git up an' grow! </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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