AUNT JO'S SCRAP-BAG.
MY BOYS.
FEELING that I have been unusually fortunate in my knowledge of a choice and pleasing variety of this least appreciated portion of the human race, I have a fancy to record some of my experiences, hoping that it may awaken an interest in other minds, and cause other people to cultivate the delightful, but too often neglected boys, who now run to waste, so to speak.
I have often wondered what they thought of the peculiar treatment they receive, even at the hands of their nearest friends. While they are
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