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a big hotel down town where he could have every- 

 thing in that house : meals, cigars, drinks, in fact all 

 he wanted within reason ; but not a penny of ready 

 money was given him. The fighter met him and 

 wanted a good drink and cigar. " Come to my place," 

 said the young fellow, but neither had the money for 

 the car fare and they had to tramp it over two miles 

 with the thermometer nearly 100° in the shade. 



" Never again," said the old man ; " although I must 

 say I did have four glasses of whisky and smoked four 

 cigars and he gave me these two to bring away with 

 me." 



Certainly it was an extraordinary way for a family 

 to try and keep a boy in order. 



I am reminded by this of just another yam con- 

 cerning an owner in America. He had two sons who 

 hated the idea of work. The father had tried them 

 several times, but they were such absolute slackers 

 that he gave it up as a bad job. He let them stay at 

 home, where they had everything they wanted, and 

 their allowance for pocket money was five dollars a 

 day. If the father did not see them in the morning 

 the sum was left with the greatest punctuality in an 

 envelope on the hall table and in no circumstances did 

 he increase the allowance nor let them anticipate it. 

 He paid for their clothes too up to a certain sum every 

 year and when they went away for the summer vaca- 

 tion the money was doled out in precisely the same 

 fashion. 



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