Oh, how I long to take his place
Oh, how I envy—envy him.
—Copyright by Forbes & Co., Chicago, and used by kind permission of author and publisher.
THE WHISTLING BOY
By Fred Emerson Brooks
What music like the whistle of a well-contented boy,—
That rhythmic exhalation of an ever-present joy?
Though the fragmentary cadence of a plain, untutored art,
’Tis the melody of childhood, ’tis a psalm from out the heart.
You will never find a criminal behind an honest smile;