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The Chariton Leader, Chariton, Iowa
Thursday, September 20, 1906
HOWARD GITTINGER, who has been assisting in the mechanical department of The
Leader since graduating from high school something over a year ago, left
Saturday, to pursue a five years' course at the State University at Iowa
City, and is determined to become an Aesculapian practitioner -- or in other
words an M.D., believing that he can do more for humanity in the setting of
bones than he could possibly do at setting type, and that there is more real
glory to be achieved in writing prescriptions than in writing editorials.
This course will cost him five years of hard toil and study and self denial
and at its close a struggle with poverty for recognition, but if he is made
of the right kind of stuff he will succeed -- and we have faith in him.
The writer feels a deep interest in the lad -- he is the editor's only boy,
and it is with a pardonable pride we say that this faith is based on the
facts that he has always been a good boy in the home, studious and obedient
and devoid of bad habits -- endowed as we believe with the elements of
success. This is the parting.
It is peculiar to many other homes when children grow up and go forth into
the great world to begin the real battle on their own account. There is a
mingling of sadness, expectation and hope -- anxiety, but no place for doubt
and yet how often disappointments result with crushing effect -- but they
are for others -- not for us.
In glancing back over the past it seems but a short time since the dawn of
the July morning when we first beheld him -- bashful? Certainly, for the
father was but a boy scarcely older than the son now -- and his mother a
girl in years. Who could have withstood the jests of the good women in
attendance on such an occasion -- especially by one so tender and
inexperienced? It all seemed so strange. The introduction to the little
blue eyed stranger was in all the forms of brevity and then the father went
out and sat under the trees until sun up. Bye and bye we got used to it and
the lad grew and waxed strong, though for several years he was puny indeed.
Another epoch followed -- degrees in every boy's life, regrettable changes,
and yet we would not have them otherwise. One day his mother, little sister
and himself met us at the depot on the return home -- the past is only a
memory. He had been shorn of his tow hued curls and wore pants! But pardon
us. These evolutions come in the life of every boy and they succeed each
other until one day, scarcely before you realize it, they have outgrown you
and have gone.
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