"Well,
what are you going to be, my boy, when you have reached
manhood's
years; A doctor, a lawyer, or actor great, moving throngs
to
laughter and tears?" But
he shook his head, as he gave reply, in a serious way he had,
"I
don't think I'd care to be any of them; I want to be like my Dad!" He
wants to be like his Dad! You men, did you ever think, as you
pause,
that
the boy who watches your every move is building a set of laws? He's
molding a life you're the model for, and whether it's good or bad,
depends
on the kind of example set to the boy who'd be like his Dad. Would
you have him go everywhere you go? Have him do just the things you do? And
see everything that your eyes behold, and woo all the gods you woo? When
you see the worship that shines in the eyes of your lovable little lad,
could you rest content if he gets his wish, and grows to be like his dad? It's
a job that none but yourself can fill; It's a charge you must answer for;
It's a duty to show him the road to tread ere he reaches his manhood's
door. It's a debt you owe for the greatest joy on this old earth to be had; this pleasure of having a boy to raise who wants to be like his Dad!
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