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Mother's Day
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Frank at age 13 © By Mary Beatty
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Frank, this article has been filed away for years; and though the AUTHOR IS UNKNOWN I couldn't resist tampering with it and creating a page especially for you, that long-awaited little boy so soon grown tall. I hope the devoted Daddy in you gets a nostalgic chuckle out of it. I love you, Mom |
BOYS
After a male baby has grown out of long clothes and triangles and has acquired pants, freckles, and so much dirt that relatives do not dare to kiss it between meals, it becomes a BOY. A boy is Nature's answer to that false belief that there is no such thing as perpetual motion.
A BOY can
swim like a fish,
run like a deer,
climb like a squirrel,
balk like a mule,
bellow like a bull,
eat like a pig,
according to climatic conditions.
He is a piece of skin stretched over an appetite. A noise covered with smudges. He is called a tornado because he comes at the most unexpected times, hits the most unexpected places, and leaves everything a wreck behind him.
He is a growing animal of superlative promise, to be fed, watered, and kept warm -
a joy forever,
a periodic nuisance,
the problem of our times,
the hope of a nation.
EVERY BOY BORN IS EVIDENCE THAT GOD IS NOT YET DISCOURAGED OF MAN!
Were it not for boys, the newspapers would go unread and a thousand picture shows would go bankrupt. Boys are useful in running errands. A boy can easily do the family errands with the aid of five or six adults. The zest with which a boy does an errand is equaled only by the speed of a turtle on a July day.
The boy is a natural spectator. He watches -
parades,
fires,
fights,
ball games,
automobiles,
boats,
and airplanes
with equal fervor, but will not watch the clock.
The man who invents a clock that will stand on its head and sing a song when it strikes will win the undying gratitude of millions of families whose boys are forever coming to lunch about supper time.
Boys faithfully imitate their dads in spite of all efforts to teach them good manners. A boy, if not washed too often and if kept in a cool, quiet place after each accident, will survive -
broken bones,
hornets,
swimming holes,
fights,
and nine helpings of pie.
When he grows up he will trade -
puppy love,
energy,
warts,
bashfulness,
and a cast-iron stomach
for a bay window,
pride,
ambition,
pretense,
a bald head,
and will repeat himself often -
"Boys aren't what they used to be in the good old days!"
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Background Music:
Prelude Op 28 No 7 in A Major
Midi Sequenced and Performed by Jeanne Coello
