The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,

Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,

‘What is the glory of age?’ I sai… ‘A hoard of gold and a few dear fr… When you’ve reached the day that y… And see the place where your journ… When Time has robbed you of youth…

You can tyke h’it from me, 'e’s as… Never goes balmy h’or loses ‘is ’e… Nothing h’at all h’ever robs ‘im o… Once when I told ’im 'is rich h’a… ‘E looked h’at me blandly,

He limped into the place one day,… ‘Just half a man,’ he told the bos… An accident did this to me, ’twere… It robbed me of efficiency, but le… The boss said kindly unto him: 'T…

You’re just a little fellow with a… Just three-foot-six of mischief se… You’re always up to something with… And you leave a trail o’ ruin on t… An’ I wonder, as I watch you, an’…

There’s a little chap at our house… Keeps the front lawn looking tidy… Doesn’t leave his little wagon, wh… On the sidewalk as he used to; now… When we call him in to supper, we…

The road to laughter beckons me, The road to all that’s best; The home road where I nightly see The castle of my rest; The path where all is fine and fai…

THIS morning came a man to me, h… He shook my hand and doffed his ha… Said he, ' I read your stuff each… You have a line of humor that deli… My dear wife reads it through and…

UP and down the lanes of love, With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet, O, so green and O, so sweet! There we wandered boy and girl,

H’if a yankee cutthroat ‘acks ‘is… H’it tykes a year to pack ‘im h’of… ‘E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…

Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…

I NEVER pondered much on war, Except to think it was inspiring To have a cause to battle for, To hear the guns and cannons firin… To see brave men rush up to death

I don’t know what it’s all about,… If spirits in the other world can… An’ Pa says, 'Gosh! there’s folks… think, Without you pesterin’ the folks wh…

THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow