Listen a few Minutes.

Manawatu Standard, Volume IV, Issue 258, 27 September 1884, Page 2

Listen a few Minutes.

Now, my son, throw away that cigarette, and listen to me for a" few minutes while I pour some wisdom into your ear. 1 am going to give you some advice, toy boy, and when it comes to unadulterated doublecover, pistol -grip advice, I am right there, tny son, and have been all the tinie. I am going to talk to yon about your mother, tny -boy, your mother, who is. an fiiU of ldve for you as a politician is for Votes on election day. * She was born some little t^mo, and is thetefote entitled to your 'respect. She also took, a gre^l.iitterest.in.yon, my boy, when yoli "' were b'ai&ii&tded as a poker .chip and ugly enough to break a photographer's camera. Perhaps you remember some <one*s 'singing 1 yon to sleep* ami nursing: you through the measles and mumps, and carrying you around when you , fWere big eiiough to know betttr than to permit it!. ;/ Tlmt wds. your ,hVotfrer;'-ni^ "ooy : and when yimjplaVed «* hookey 7 * jwitH Tommy Fresh and %ent to the circus, it was your mother, niv son, thut interceded for you witbT your father, and saved you a thrashings She ha* been watching over. and protecting you ever since your babyhood, my son, and now that yon are on, the verge of manhood, andean almost see the «nds of -your. moustache when it is well -waxed, put- in your best licks and make some return for all this. Tour mother is the bfest friend thaV you ever had, tny boy, fhe very best, and you are consider ably m her deb?. Suppose that vo» wgin to morrow, or to-day for yolv can't begin too soon; and 'give., her ft kiss f>?ersg magging before breokfast. Don't be ashamed to do it my son, You owe her a fow^ kisses anyhow. ; She Tkfe^eCyou considerably, when your face was as red as a lobster, 'and you were U"ly enough to. scare a ; weak-inind«J per-., son into:.fitw. wßenlC^isfemns comes, take a good share of your pocket-money and buy her a nice present. Never. ; mind if^ > yon. don't get Clnrinda that. £? tpilec"? set. * Your mother ha«:l .the.' honour of vonr acquaintance some time before ..plgflnda ray boyi and. O)or^nda 7 never sewed buttons on your shirt either. Beside*, nhe will appreciate, your. pveaen^more than Clorinda will, my son, a great deal More. Ar you grow older, my boy, you wiU see the force . of w^at I have been telling yon, and by the time that you~ nmy- redrret T*tmfl? s yon didn't do more for fcer when you bad the chance, but. it. : will be too late then, my boy, everlasting too late.