insane for boys! <insane@boys.net> wrote in news:01199a2c$0$29273$c3e8da3
@news.astraweb.com:
> Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find
> a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes,
> weights, and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy
> every second of every minute of every hour of every day and to
> protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is
> finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.
>
> on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to.
>
> Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and
> brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and Heaven protects
> them.
>
> A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its
> finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the
> future with a frog in its pocket. When you are busy, a boy is an
> inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When you want
> him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he
> becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the
> world and himself with it.
>
> of a sword-swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized atomic bomb, the
> curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a
> Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap,
> the enthusiasm of a firecracker, and when he makes something, he has
> five thumbs on each hand. He likes ice cream, knives, saws,
> Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in
> its natural habitat), large animals, Dad, trains, Saturday mornings,
> and fire engines.
>
> He is not much for Sunday School, company, schools, books without
> pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats,
> adults, or bedtime. Nobody else is so early to rise, or so late to
> supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs, and
> breezes. Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half-
> eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack, two
> gum drops, six cents, a slingshot, a chunk of unknown substance, and
> a genuine supersonic code ring with a secret compartment.
>
> freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing, bundle of noise. But when
> you come home at night with only shattered pieces of your hopes and
> dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words, "Hi Dad!"
>
>
Thanx for sharing this essay for those that haven't encountered it
before!
Several years back, KidHacker posted an audio file of Arthur Godfrey
reading of this essay on his radio show. I'll *try* to include the mp3
file of this as attachments here. If it doesn't work, I've saved this
(and other) goodies on my tripod webspave: tomba9.tripod.com
It's a keeper!
--
TomBa NP-f36
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