CLICKING THE MINUTES AWAY!
The clock on the wall of the pool
room was steadily clicking the sec
From the table in the poolroom
came back the echo of the click-click
of the clock; no, it was not the echo
it was another click-click, the
striking of one ball against another
as one youth was trying to "pocket"
more balls than his "pal" could.
The boys were so engrossed with
the clicking of the balls that they
could not listen to the clicking of the
If they had if they only had paid
more attention to the clock and had
stopped to think what the clicking of
the clock really meant to them, why,
they would have thrown their cues to
the floor and stopped the clicking
pool balls there and then.
The boys, if they had paid more at
tention to the clock, would have
known that each click of the clock
meant one second lost to them for
ever; that 60 of them meant a min
ute wasted and that these lost min
utes were piling into hours; hours
into days and weeks and years all
lost time; time they can never live
over or win back again.
But the click-click of the pool balls
drowned out the click-click of the
And the pity of it all is that too
often the click-click of the pool table
does not end until the doors of the
prison closes on the boy.
When their first son was born
Adams is thought by some critics to
have remarked, not without a touch
of anger: "Red hair! Wouldn't that
"Well, I am not presenting you
with any gold-headed Cains, if I know
myself!" retorted Eve, affecting in
difference, albeit secretly mortified to
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