. The journal of a grandfather . chshe wails to in great fashion), has already enabledher to bring staggering to her feet certain young menand boys all under age— First Captives lean and scraggyOf her Cupids bow and spear. As my granddaughter is affecting literary airs now,I imagine she will quit boys, and have real men inher train soon. This boy business, I suppose, is buta passing craze in her evolution, Should any one ask is my granddaughter a Kicker?I would say: Yes, she is something of a kicker, andwith her kicks and her red hair there goes a bit oftemper. Both I hope are but other passin
. The journal of a grandfather . chshe wails to in great fashion), has already enabledher to bring staggering to her feet certain young menand boys all under age— First Captives lean and scraggyOf her Cupids bow and spear. As my granddaughter is affecting literary airs now,I imagine she will quit boys, and have real men inher train soon. This boy business, I suppose, is buta passing craze in her evolution, Should any one ask is my granddaughter a Kicker?I would say: Yes, she is something of a kicker, andwith her kicks and her red hair there goes a bit oftemper. Both I hope are but other passing phases. Riding with her along the quiet bridle-paths ofthe Forest Park we live near, she rather surprised methe other day by interrupting my quiet reverie, aswe walked our horses after a smart gallop, with thesudden observation, Gramp! Your only grand-child should have been a boy! Why, Kickem. Because I Gramp! you dont know how to edu-cate a girl. You have educated me like I was aboy. I cant do things at Marys as well as the. Her Free Swing and Follow Through Page Two Hundred Three A FOREST RIDE Other girls. We graduate In June. I wont be anHonor girl. I might have a chance in music andHterature, but music dont count, and my literary ef-forts are only an occasional composition about com-mon things, and places I know about, and a shortstor}^ now and then that we have to make up andwrite. I made up one the other day from the flowerjoke played on cousin Martha years ago when shevisited us. Dont you remember it, Gramp? Yes, Kickem, but first about the compositions;what were they? One was about the trip to Old Mexico to lookat a ranch; where we took a boat on our train, get-ting off twenty miles from the Rio Grande River, andwaggoning down to the rivers bank, where we metthe queer-looking band of Mexican smugglers onthe American side, and you loaned them our boatto cross their smuggled goods to the Mexican you remember, Gramp? Never mind! Take care daughter! please do
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