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THE MAJOR’S BOYS
til now it has grown to such proportions that even his energy, large as it is, is not sufficient. There are band instruments, uniforms, music, tools, chairs, clothes, food, lights, and a thousand other things to be supplied to these boys that he has undertaken to benefit. He has been the entire support and educator of twenty boys who are now filling splendid positions. Nearly four thousand others have received substantial help in physical training, education, and in finding their niche in the world.
It were well for the world if there were many more such clubs, filled with such boys, loved and cared for by such a man.
ROADS
Many, many roads there are, warm and dusty brown,
Some go running to the hills, some turn into town;
Some lead far and far away,—where nobody knows;
How I ’d like to follow them, finding where each goes!
Some go running to the hills, some turn into town;
Some lead far and far away,—where nobody knows;
How I ’d like to follow them, finding where each goes!
Once I found a pretty road, leading up a hill,
It ran beside a daisy field, and on it wandered still;
And down it went across a bridge, all tumbled and forlorn,
Then straight behind a farmer's barn, where ducks were eating corn!
It ran beside a daisy field, and on it wandered still;
And down it went across a bridge, all tumbled and forlorn,
Then straight behind a farmer's barn, where ducks were eating corn!
Many, many roads there are, warm and dusty brown,
Some go running to the hills, some turn into town;
Each and every one of them, I choose it as my friend,
For sure surprise is waiting me, if I could find the end!
Miriam Clark Potter.
Some go running to the hills, some turn into town;
Each and every one of them, I choose it as my friend,
For sure surprise is waiting me, if I could find the end!
Miriam Clark Potter.
THE DAISY FIELD, PAINTED BY CHARLES C. CURRAN.
