Young Folks

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 1, 7 April 1894, Page 7

Young Folks

A LITTLE STORY WITH A BIG MORAL, Two nice little boys were together one day, In a very large yard, by the barn door at play, When Harry spoke up, “ Oh, I’ve thought of a game ! You’ll like it, I know —‘ first and best ’is the

name. “ We’ll gather up sticks—each one —in a pile, Hor once speak nor look at each other* the

vrbile, Each stick of the same given size, smooth and

round, Which, here in this yard, anywhere may be found,

“We’ll begin at a signal, that all may be

square, And end, both together—now surely that’s

fair! The one who has gathered the least will be

beat, And he to the peanuts and taffy must treat!’) Soon quickly agreed with a ready good will Each hasted his corner the sooner to fill; But Harry, who knew every inch of the ground, And where all the rounded, smooth sticks could be found, Became so absorbed in his dreams of delight At the fancied defeat of his friend, that he quite Ceased to look for good sticks at the last, And awoke from his dreams when the hour was past, To find he had lost his most beautiful game, Just because he was almost too sure of the same ! **# Now friends, if a race with another you run, Whether physicial, mental, or merely in fun, Don’t rest too securely on what you may know, For often he wins who is steady, though slow I