Our Boys

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Title: Our Boys Entertaining Stories by Popular Authors
Author: Various

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OUR BOYS
Entertaining Stories by Popular Authors
by
GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON, MARY E. WILKINS, FRANCES A.
HUMPHREY, MARGARET EYTINGE, MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY,
MARY D. BRINE, ETC., ETC., ETC.
Profusely Illustrated
The Saalfield Publishing Company, Akron, Ohio
1904

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THE CAT-TAIL ARROW
BY CLARA DOTY BATES
Little Sammie made a bow, Well indeed he loved to whittle, Shaped it
like the half of O-- How he could I scarcely know, For his fingers were
so little. As he whittled came a sigh: "If I only had an arrow;

Something light enough to fly To the tree-tops or the sky! Then I'd
have such fun tomorrow."
Then he thought of all the slim Things that grow--the hazel bushes,
Willow branches, poplars trim-- And yet nothing suited him Till he
chanced to think of rushes. He knew well a quiet pool Where he always
paused a minute On his way to district school, Just to see the waters
cool And his own bright face within it.
There the cat-tails thickly grew, With their heads so brown and furry;
They were straight and slender too, Plenty strong enough he knew, And
he sought them in a hurry. Such an arrow as he wrought-- Almost
passed a boy's believing. When he drew the bow-string taut, Out of
sight and quick as thought Up it went, the blue air cleaving.
Who was Sammie, would you know? It was grandpa--he was little
Nearly eighty years ago; But 'tis no doubt as fine a bow As the best he
still could whittle.

[Illustration: A YOUNG SALT]
HE COULDN'T SAY NO.
[[I]]t was sad and it was strange! He just was full of knowledge, His
studies swept the whole broad range Of High School and of College;
He read in Greek and Latin too, Loud Sanscrit he could utter, But one
small thing he couldn't do That comes as pat to me and you As eating
bread and butter: He couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!" I'm sorry
to say it was really so! He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!
When it came to the point he could never say "No!"
Geometry he knew by rote, Like any Harvard Proctor; He'd sing a
fugue out, note by note; Knew Physics like a Doctor; He spoke in
German and in French; Knew each Botanic table; But one small word
that you'll agree Comes pat enough to you and me, To speak he was not
able: For he couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!" 'Tis dreadful, of
course, but 'twas really so. He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!

When it came to the point he could never say "No!"
And he could fence, and swim, and float, And use the gloves with ease
too, Could play base ball, and row a boat, And hang on a trapeze too;
His temper was beyond rebuke, And nothing made him lose it; His
strength was something quite superb, But what's the use of having
nerve If one can never use it? He couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say
"No!" If one asked him to come, if one asked him to go, He'd diddle,
and dawdle, and stutter, but oh! When it came to the point he could
never say "No!"
When he was but a little lad, In life's small ways progressing, He fell
into this habit bad Of always acquiescing; 'Twas such an amiable trait,
To friend as well as stranger, That half unconsciously at last The
custom held him hard and fast Before he knew the danger, And he
couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!" To his prospects you see 'twas
a terrible blow. He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh! When it
came to the point he could never say "No!"
And so for all his weary days The best of chances failed him; He lived
in strange and troublous ways And never knew what ailed him; He'd go
to skate when ice was thin; He'd