I DON’T get much attention now, Although I’m not complaining; I’m forced to get on anyhow, Another king is reigning. She doesn’t run to wait on me,

Nobody stops at the rich man’s doo… Nobody shouts a ‘hello!’ to him in… Nobody comes to his porch at night… And talks till it’s time to go to… Nobody just happens in to call on…

He’s taken out his papers, an’ he’… He’s sworn to love the Stars and… An’ he’s done with dukes an’ princ… An’ he’s pledged himself to freedo… He’s bought himself a bit of groun…

The little path that leads to home… That is the road for me, I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see. With thoroughfares the world is li…

To keep in mind from day to day That I’m a soldier in the fray; That I must serve, from sun to su… As well as he who bears a gun The flag that flies above us all,

I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun

I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways

The dreams of youth are fairest, The dreams of youth are rarest; The dreams of youth are brighter Than the dreams we’ll know again. Hope is the fairy weaver

Life has its ups and downs, Its fair and cloudy weather, But this you’ll find, my friend, They never come together.

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…

Their childhood is so brief that w… Should hesitate to spoil their fun… We should be very slow to see The things that they should not ha… For such a little while they play

If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,

Lord, let me stand in the thick of… Let me bear what I must without w… Grant me the wisdom to do what is… Though a thousand false beacons ar… Let me be true as the steel of a b…

Better than land or gold or trade Are a high ideal and a purpose tru… Better than all of the wealth we’v… Is the work for others that now we… For Rome grew rich and she turned…

When Mrs. Malone got a letter fro… She started to read it aloud in he… ‘Dear Mary,’ it started, 'I can’t… I’m somewhere in France, and I’m… I’m chokin’ wid news thot I’d lik…