THE REAL HERO.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19762, 8 October 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE REAL HERO.

The backyard had taken on a military aspect. There were soldiers with broomsticks, an officer with a wooden sword a proud boy with a flag too large for him, and a band with a gaily-painted drum rfe J 1 ! * aa beaiiQ S furiously. Only iittla Bobbie sat forlornly on the steps and looked on. A piece of glass had disabled Ins foot, and ire could not keep up with the army "I can't do any- ?,» be said disconsolate!}*. "Yes, vou can, answered Captain Fred; 11 you "can hurrah when the rest go past." And so the little .fellow kept his post watching through all the marching and counter-marching, often left quite alone whue the troops travelled in another direction, but he never failed to swing his small cap and give a shrill cheer as they appeared. And Bobbie it was after all who was the real hero. It is not easy to hurrah for those who go on ahead when we must stop; to forget our own disappointment and cheer for those who are doing what we would like to do but cannot, to rejoice in the success of those who have the place which we wanted to fill. It takes a great heart to stand aside and cheer when the rest go