With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,

When God first viewed the rose He… He smiled, and thought it passing… Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal ther… He summoned in His artists then

IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…

I have no wish to rail at fate, And vow that I’m unfairly treated… I do not give vent to my hate Because at times I am defeated. Life has its ups and downs, I kno…

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…

The boys upon the honor roll, God… God watch them when they sleep at… We’ve stamped their names upon our… Our brave boys and our splendid bo… Oh, here are sons of mothers fair…

The world’s too busy now to pause To listen to a whiner’s cause; It has no time to stop and pet The sulker in a peevish fret, Who wails he’ll neither work nor p…

You may brag about your breakfast… Your crisp, delightful shavings an… Your toasted flakes of rye and cor… Or rave about a sawdust mash, an e… But none of these appeals to me, t…

When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never mis…

A LITTLE the best of it, Allus he prayed for, All th’ time lookin’ Per more than he paid for, Had an idee, that’s

The lady what comes up to our hous… Is awfully poor, an’ she’s got Three babies t’ care for, an’ that… An’ that’s why she worries a lot. An’ Ma says her husband don’t hel…

I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…

YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree

A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now

The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…