‘Do your bit!’ How cheap and trit… Seems that phrase in such a fight! ‘Do your bit!’ That cry recall, Change it now to ‘Do your all!’ Do your all, and then do more;

Some folks there be who seem to ne… An’ reckon all the joys that have… Some think that pleasure’s only fo… An’ where an orchestra’s at work t… Still others seek it at their play…

HUSBAND and wife for fourteen y… And just like children now, As fond of one another as The day they took their vow. Where he goes she goes, hand in ha…

Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries

Let others sing their songs of war And chant their hymns of splendid… Let others praise the soldiers’ wa… And hail the cannon’s flaming brea… Let others sing of Glory’s fields

I would rather see a Mason, than… I would rather one would walk with… The eye’s a better pupil and more… Fine counsel is confusing, but exa… And the best of all the Masons ar…

GIVE me a single day, I ask no m… From dawn to dusk, ah, that is tim… To reach the goal that I am striv… There is no need of further puttin… The little deeds of kindness I ma…

Green apple time! an’, Oh, the jo… Once more to be a healthy boy, Casting a longin’ greedy eye At every tree he passes by! Riskin’ the direst consequence

Aye, we will follow the Flag Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun, Into the northern snows; Go where the guns ring out

Did you ever sit down and talk wit… In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder… On all that they have to say? If not, you should in some quiet h…

GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylis… He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva d… Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear…

There isn’t any pay for you, you s… The boys who tramp the fields with… And yet your pay is richer far tha… For in a dozen different ways your… You’ll read it in the faces of a…

How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;

AIRY, fairy Lillian, What a naughty thing to do, By noon had read a Laura Libbey paper novel through. By four o’clock another

O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…