Search history, my boy, and see What petty selfishness has done. Find if you can one victory That little minds have ever won. There is no record there to read

The children bring us laughter, an… They string our joys, like jewels… They bring the bitterest cares we… Then smile our world to loveliness… The children make us what we are;…

When The Minister Calls My Paw says that it used to be, Whenever the minister came for tea… ‘At they sat up straight in their… An’ put all their common things ou…

For this and that and various thin… It seems that men must get togethe… To purchase cups or diamond rings Or to discuss the price of leather… From nine to ten, or two to three,

For all the beauties of the day, The innocence of childhood’s play, For health and strength and laught… Dear Lord, our thanks we now repe… For this our daily gift of food

Old women say that men don’t know The pain through which all mothers… And maybe that is true, and yet I vow I never shall forget The night he came. I suffered, to…

Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,

We’ve raised a flagpole on the far… And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it’s another touch of charm That seems to cheer the passer-by, But more than that, no matter wher…

This I heard the Old Flag say As I passed it yesterday: ‘Months ago your friendly hands Fastened me on slender strands And with patriotic love

Tuggin’ at your bottle, An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an’ gooin’

‘The world is against me,’ he said… ‘Somebody stops every scheme that… The world has me down and it’s kee… I don’t get a chance. Oh, the wor… When a fellow is poor then he can’…

When a cake is nicely frosted and… And it looks as trim and proper as… Would it puzzle you at evening as… To find the chocolate missing from… As you viewed the cake in sorrow w…

Little mother, life’s adventure ca… Yet he will return to you on some… Dry your tears and cease to sigh,… Brave and strong he will come back… Little mother, heed them not—they…

June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…

SOMETIMES when they are tucked… And talks about each curly head, a… She tells about the fun they’ve ha… Recalls the bright things that the… Each morning is a pleasure new, an…