I was in St. Louis when their mys… From his dark, mysterious haunts t… None had ever seen his face and no… Yet they greeted him with cheers a… ‘Who is he?’ I asked of men, stan…

He isn’t long on speeches. At the… Could name a dozen places where he… He’s not one for fuss and feathers… But he’s busy every minute when he… And you’ll find him in the open, f…

A FRIEND of mine said yesterday… Who paid ten thousand dollars for… He owns an automobile now, a saddl… And smokes cigars at fifty cents a… He is a lucky chap, indeed! He go…

On every street there’s a certain… Where the children gather to romp… There’s a certain house where they… To play their games and to sing th… And they trample the lawn with the…

It is faith that bridges the land… To the realms of the souls departe… That comforts the living in days o… And strengthens the heavy-hearted. It is faith in his dreams that kee…

One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give

YOU can’t pay back in dollars wha… You can’t repay in kindness all th… You little know the perils he has… And the wealth of Rockefeller thi… Just remember, as you travel, now…

The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…

OF ALL the ships that sail life’… The Comradeship’s the one for me; In weather fair or weather foul, A pleasant breeze or gales that ho… An ocean smooth or troubled sea,

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…

The glory of a soldier—and a soldi… Is the way he does his duty withou… His work’s not always pleasant, bu… And he grabs a bit of glory when h… But the lesson that he teaches eve…

Sunshine and shadow and laughter a… These are forever the paints of th… Splashed on the canvas of life day… We are the artists, the colors are… We are the painters, the pigments…

It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,

I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I’d like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I’d like to be the type of man