A word to you sonny—you little 12- or 13-year-old boy who is
smoking cigarettes on the sly. What do you want to be when you grow up—a
stalwart, healthy, vigorous, broad-shouldered man, or a little, puny, measly,
no-count, weak-minded dude? If you want to be a man, with hair on your face,
brains in your head and muscles in your limbs, you just let those cigarettes
alone. If you want to be a thing pitied by your folks, despised by the girls
and held in contempt by the fellows, keep right on smoking and end your days in
the insane asylum.
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