. St. Nicholas [serial] . A MOSAIC FOUNTAIN HIS PROFESSION. Bv Dr. Malcolm McLeod. My boy and I rode in the trainOne morning bright and clear. When I m a grown-up man, said he, I 11 be an soon the dust flew in his eyesAnd heavy grew his head. I would nt be an engineerFor all the world, he said. We read him stirring storiesOf soldiers and their I 11 go and fight, cried Freddie, And put them all to shame! We told him of a soldiers life ;He shook his little head. I would nt be a soldier, now,For all the world ! he said. My boy was at a seaport town,And saw the rolling sea. Mam
. St. Nicholas [serial] . A MOSAIC FOUNTAIN HIS PROFESSION. Bv Dr. Malcolm McLeod. My boy and I rode in the trainOne morning bright and clear. When I m a grown-up man, said he, I 11 be an soon the dust flew in his eyesAnd heavy grew his head. I would nt be an engineerFor all the world, he said. We read him stirring storiesOf soldiers and their I 11 go and fight, cried Freddie, And put them all to shame! We told him of a soldiers life ;He shook his little head. I would nt be a soldier, now,For all the world ! he said. My boy was at a seaport town,And saw the rolling sea. Mama, he said, one evening, A sailor I shall be ! We took him to a yacht race —He had to go to bed ! I would nt be a sailor, now,For all the world ! he said. And thus to each professionHe first said yes, then no. To make a choice is hard, he said, • At least, /find it so. But what, then, will you be ? I asked, When you are grown-up, Fred ? I really think I 11 only beA gentleman, he By Benjamin Webster. One day while a little girl was taking a walkbefore dinner she saw a policeman standing onthe corner of the street where she lived. Hiscoat was very new and the brass buttons on itwere bright, for the policeman had not been apoliceman very long. The little girl thought hewas kind, for he was smiling at her. When shecame near he said: How do you do, Miss ? And the little girl said, as she had beentaught, I am very well, thank you. Then the policeman said, How is MissDolly ? — for the little girl was carrying a dollin her arms. So she held the doll up for the policeman tosee, and said, Dolly is not very well. I rri sorry, he said. Her cheeks seemvery red. She s fevrish, said the little girl, and thenshe walked back to the house. When she was at home again, she told hermother about her talk with the policeman, andasked what policemen were for. So her mothertold her that when children took one anotherstoys, the mother had to come and see that thechildren gave the to
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