ABSTRACT
It is, of course, utterly ridiculous when a mere boy becomes interested in politics. He does not understand the issues involved, and in any case, he cannot actively participate in the debates and struggles of the grown-ups. All he sees is the commotion, the excitement, people marching, shouting slogans, singing violent songs, people with sorrowful faces, people listening as in a trance to a spellbinder. But even the boy senses that the atmosphere is highly charged, and if he does not understand what the adults are quarreling about, he watches the theatrical elements. His outlook on politics is in some ways aesthetic; he is attracted by the better-looking uniforms and sometimes by the bigger columns, arguing that so many people cannot be wrong. The drama of adult politics invades the realm of youth.
