Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
TONY’S BIRTHDAY AND GEORGE WASHINGTON’S[L]
By Agnes Repplier
Washington’s Birthday—boys skating—and how one timid little boy called after the Father of his Country lived up to his illustrious name.
IT WAS the great misfortune of Tony Butler’s life to have been born on the twenty-second of February.
There was no comfort in reflecting that there were doubtless plenty of other boys in the country who labored under the same disadvantage. The other boys might perhaps be better fitted for the honor, but for poor Tony the distinction was a crushing one.