Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 October 1884 — MY FIRST PAIR OF BREECHES. [ARTICLE]

MY FIRST PAIR OF BREECHES.

How dear to my heart were my first pair of breeches. Although now worn out I remember them still;, They’d been In the bouse a year or two previous. And were toimer y owned by my big brother Bill. How my eyes < {toned wide in crest evpec! ation, When told that new breeches lor me would be made; Bow I telt in my heart a s rance agitation And lauch d when 1 thought how I’d lo k to arrayed. - They were not cut np in fashion; of that I'll assure you; They came to the knees, no suspenders were worn; A patoh in those days would eXctte no. great .1 notice If hi climbing a fence my new breeches were torn. When 1 first put them on a peculiar Sjehsation Arose in my •bosom that gave me great joy. For now all then, ighbors who'd want inlormation, Could see that no girl I was, but a big boy. And'the pockets, how large, how deep, and howroomy; ... 1 had a place for my marbles, my top, and my b 11. I found one behind—why, 'was nothing but pockets! There were three that were largeandcne that was small. When 1 strutted out proudly, an audible titter From one Of the boys gave me some little pain; When he raid: “can your mother make pants lit no better? I said naught for answer, but looked with disdain. From thosg days of our childhood, alas! we’ve now parted; Does your first pair of b.eeches ne’er give you a thought ? Did they not fit you better, at least you did think so. Than thos • from the tailor that since you have bought. But now when you see that. new breeches are needed. A tailor you’ll find you must first interview, And your purchase of pants will perhaps be impeded, He’s not like your mother, be will not trust you. —St Louis Hepublican.