Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.

MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond, As fair as peroxide could make her. She was never so shy that a man going by Would imagine that she was a Quaker. She had suitors that called every night…

I wonder if he’ll stop to think, When the long years have traveled by, Who heard his plea: ‘I want a drink!’ Who was the first to hear him cry? I wonder if he will recall

This I would claim for my success—not f… Nor the throng’s changing cheers from da… Not always ease and fortune’s glad displ… Though all of these are pleasant joys to… But I would like to have my story told

No war is won by cannon fire alone; The soldier bears the grim and dreary ro… He dies to serve the Flag that he has k… His duty is to gain the distant goal. But if the toiler in his homeland fair

THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed from view… The ringing voice that cheered us so In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter ways

He shall be great who serves his country… He shall be loved who ever guards her fa… His worth the starry banner long shall t… Who loves his land too much to stoop to… Who shares the splendor of these sunny s…

As fall the leaves, so drop the days In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s blast

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…

OH, you laughing little fellow, with yo… And your golden curls a-mockin’ all the… With your cheeks a wee bit redder than t… You don’t know just what you mean to you… With your rompin’ and your shoutin’ an’…

WHEN I was but a little tad I used to… Tell friends about the good old days for… My dear old kindly gran’dad, too, explai… When he was in his twenties, and could d… The burden of their song always was this…

Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s time They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night,

When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy gurdy, Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow

Pete bristles when the doorbell rings. Last night he didn’t act the same. Dogs have a way of knowin’ things, An’ when the dreaded cable came, He looked at mother an’ he whined