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There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
Because I am his father, they Expect me to put grief away; Because I am a man, and rough And sometimes short of speech and… The women folks at home believe
As a golfer I’m not one who cops… I shall always be a member of the… There are times my style is positi… I am awkward in my handling of the… I am not a skillful golfer, nor a…
Oh, we have shipped his Christmas… And he shall find the things he li… But he must miss the kisses true a… And he must miss the smiles of hom… He’ll spend his Christmas 'neath…
I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…
Under the roof where the laughter… That’s where I long to be; There are all of the glorious thin… Meaning so much to me. There is where striving and toilin…
I must get out to the woods again,… Away from the haunts of pale-faced… I must get out where the skies are… Out where there’s never a task to… I must get out on the trails once…
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…
If I were running a factory I’d stick up a sign for all to see… I’d print it large and I’d nail i… On every wall that the men walked… And I’d have it carry this senten…
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
I CAN stand for the man with the… On the back of his green colored h… For there are a lot of good fellow… Who somehow have fallen for that. The fedora of plush is a lid I do…
When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your should… Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it,