#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
WHAT is food for, anyway? Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy Hunger, whether bread or pie, Terrapin or chuck steak tough;
Out in the woods with a dog an’ gu… Is my idea of a real day’s fun. ‘Tain’t the birds that I’m out to… That furnish me with the finest th… ‘Cause I never worry or fret a lo…
THE dream ship is ready, the sea… And the fairy prince waits in comm… There’s a cargo of wonderful dream… For the baby that seeks Slumberla… There are fairies in pink and good…
The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
When I was just a little lad Not more than eight or nine, One special treat to make me glad Was set apart as ‘mine.’ On baking days she granted me
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…
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful… As fair as peroxide could make her… She was never so shy that a man go… Would imagine that she was a Quak… She had suitors that called every…
The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…
HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men
The green is in the meadow and the… And all of Nature’s artists have… With a few days bright with sunshi… They will start to splash their co… There’s an artist waiting ready at…
Old years and new years, all blend… The best of what there is to be, t… Let’s bury all the failures in the… And keep the smiles of friendship… Old years and new years, life’s in…
When you were just our little boy,… Unto your cot and watched o’er you… We tucked the covers round your fo… And sometimes stooped and kissed y… Just as we came to you back then t…
The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…
Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…
The mother on the sidewalk as the… Is the mother of Old Glory that i… Men have fought to keep it splendi… But that flag was born of woman an… ’Tis her sacrifice has made it, an…
