We was speakin’ of folks, jes’ com… An’ we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or… They warm to a home allusion; That under the skin an’ under the…

To-day it’s dirt and dust and stea… To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must d… And try to play a manly game; Dirt, dust and steam and harsh com…

When there’s good health In the h… And the skies are bright and sunny… For the mother croons her ditties,… Although heavy be his burdens, he… When there’s good health in the ho…

A PAT on the back is a wonderful… It gives a man courage to whistle… When hope is departing, the outloo… A pat on the back then says volume… It whispers: 'Keep at it! You’re…

God has been good to men. He gave His Only Son their souls to save, And then he made a second gift, Which from their dreary lives shou… The tyrant’s yoke and set them fre…

You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy; You may line with the rarest of ma…

The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…

Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,

Seemed like I couldn’t stand it a… The factory whistles blowin’ day b… An’ men an’ children hurryin’ by t… An’ street cars clangin’ on their… The faces of the people seemed to…

A warship and a woman’s hat Are just alike, I state, They 're big and ugly, cost a heap… And soon get out date.

The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along

BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…

My Pa can hit his thumbnail with… He can cut himself while shaving a… If a ladder slips beneath him an’… He can smile as though he really d… But the pan beneath the ice-box—wh…

A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim

When he has suffered honest woe, I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe And straightway gets a case of ‘ p…