A VALUABLE BOY.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2143, 7 January 1881, Page 3

A VALUABLE BOY.

Ho wag a brand new office boy, young, pretty-faced, with golden ringlets and blue eyes. Just such a boy as would imagine would bo taken out of trundle-bed in the middle of the night and transported beyond the stars. The first day he glanced over the library in the editorial room, became acquainted with everybody, knew all the printers, and went homo in the evening as happy and cheery as a sunbeam. The next day he appeared, leaned out of the back window, expectorated on a bald-headed printer’s pate, tied the oat up by the tail in the hallway, and had four fights with another boy, borrowed two dollars from an occupant of the building, saying his mother was dead, collected his two days’ pay from the cashier, hit the janitor with a broomstick, pawned a coat belonging to a member of the editorial staff, wrenched the knobs off the doors, upset the ice-cooler, pied three galleys of type, and mashed his finger in the email press. On the third day a note was received, saying :—"My mother do not want I to work in such a dull place. She says I Would make a Good preacher, so Do I. My finger is better; gone fishin. Yours Till Deth do Yank us.”— “Boston Courier.”