There are a thousand ways to cheat and a… There are ways uncounted to lose the gam… And whether you live by the sweat of you… dressed, You shall stand at last, when your race…

A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: 'Th… Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home… He owns an automobile now, a saddle hors… And smokes cigars at fifty cents a throw… He is a lucky chap, indeed! He got up s…

I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, and sit… I’d like to take and hoard away the toil… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer with go… I ’d like to read the writing on the che… It must be nice to shut up shop at 3 and…

UNDER a tree where the breezes blow, There is the spot that it’s good to go With the children bronzed by the Summer… Bubbling with laughter and wholesome fun… And I gather them round—all the happy c…

AGE is calling to me, with his finger l… It is urging me to wander down the drear… It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and… And is ever whispering to me that I’ve… But the heart of me keeps saying, ‘Let…

‘What is the glory of age?’ I said, ‘A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? When you’ve reached the day that you loo… And see the place where your journey end… When Time has robbed you of youthful mi…

OUT at Pelletier’s where the blooded p… An’ the tony Shetland ponies romp and p… Where the peacock on the fence rail hoot… An’ the wolf hounds at the moon (in Rus… Where the poultry sort o’ swaggers in it…

SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in… Now comes to paint the valleys and the h… And we forget completely that the year i… As we gaze upon the color that she spill… For all that we remember

“I WANT a chance to show what I can d… He sighed when others seemed to pass him… ‘There are great problems I could maste… Somehow, I never get the chance to try. Give me a chance to show what I can do,…

Who is it lives to the full every minute… Gets all the joy and the fun that is in… Tough as they make 'em, and ready to rac… Fit for a battle and fit for a chase, Heedless of buttons on blouses and pants…

Old-fashioned letters! How good they we… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us all The news of town and the folks we knew,

THE man of his word met a maid on the b… I The fine art of swimming he offered t… If she ‘d go with him in the water so bl… She sighed and said: ’ Mister, if I go… You must promise me faithfully here on t…

She is gentle, kind and fair, And there’s silver in her hair; She has known the touch of sorrow, But the smile of her is sweet; And sometimes it seems to me

PROUD is the state of its millions of… And proud is the state of its name; In its borders are masters of brush and… And wide as the world is its fame. It stands for the best of the blood of t…

Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever… And a hint of something better is writte… And nobody wakes at morning but hopes er… To have come to a richer pleasure than e… For man is a dreamer ever. He glimpses…