for any consideration, but who will rush into the presence of their
God before they sleep with a dozen oaths upon their lips. Will
Carleton puts it this way:

"Boys flying kites, haul in their white plumed birds;
You can't do that when flying words;
Thoughts unexpressed, may sometimes fall back dead,
But God Himself can't kill them when they're said."

Will Carleton puts it in poetry, let's have it in prose. Boys, pay
more attention to your manners than to your moustache; keep your
conduct as neat as your neck-tie, polish your language as well as your
boots; remember, moustache grows grey, clothes get seedy, and boots
wear out, but honor, virtue and integrity will be as bright and fresh
when you totter with old age as when your mother first looked love
into your eyes.

Little Lucy Rome was taken up for vagrancy in a great city. When
brought before the court an austere judge said: "Who claims this
child?"

A boy arose and walking down near the Judge, said: "Please, sir; I do.
She's my sister; we are orphans, but I can take care of her if you'll
let her go."

"Who are you?" asked the Judge.

"I'm Jimmy Rome, and I have been taking care of my sister; but two
weeks ago the man for whom I worked died and while I was out looking
for another place, Lucy begged some bread and they took her up. But
now I've a good place to work, Judge, and I'm going to put little
sister in school. Please let me have her, sir."

The Judge said: "Stand aside. Officer, take the child to the
children's home."

The boy with tears streaming down his cheeks, as he heard his sister
sobbing, said: "Judge, please don't take her from me."

The Judge, moved by the pleading of the brother, said: "Well, my boy,
if you can find some reliable person to go your security you may have
her."

"Judge, I don't know anyone to give you; my good friend is dead, but I
told you the truth. I don't drink, nor smoke nor swear oaths; I try to
be a good boy; I work hard, but I can't give you any security. Judge,
will you please let me kiss my little sister before you take her from
me?"

With this the boy put his arms about his weeping sister and printed,
as he thought, the last kiss upon her cheek. The Judge, with a lump in
his throat, said: "Take her, my boy; I'll go your security. I'll give
Lucy to the care of such a brother."

Hand in hand the homeless orphan pair walked out of the court room
together, Jimmy Rome to make his mark in the business wo