“THE MAN MY MOTHER THINKS I AM."

White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 266, 18 August 1917, Page 6

“THE MAN MY MOTHER THINKS I AM."

While walking down a crowded street the other day, 1 heard a little urchin to a comrade say: “Say. Chimmie, lemme tell youse, I’d b • happy as a clam If only I was de feller dat me mudder thinks 1 am. She thinks I am a wonder, and she knows her little lad Could never mix with nuttin dat was ugly, mean, or bad. On lots of times I’d sit and think how nice ’twould be, gee wizz, If a feller \.as de feller dat his mother thinks he is.” My friend, be yours a life of toil or undivided joy, You can learn a lesson from that small, unlettered boy. Don’t aim to be an earthly saint, with eyes fixed on a star: fust aim to be the feller that your mother thinks vou are. —“Grit.”