#English #XXCentury #1917 #JustFolks
I’ve told about the times that Ma… And how we have to hustle round fo… But there’s another care we know t… I guess it happens easily a dozen… It starts when first the postman t…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,
Keep your dreams-they’re richer fa… Than the facts discovered are. Do not seek all things to touch; Do not want to know too much. Growing old, still play the child;
Ain’t it fine when things are goin… Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you? Ain’t it good when life seems drea…
There isn’t any danger in the kind… There isn’t any sorrow in the fine… No deep regret awaits you at the e… There’s always joy in knowing that… There isn’t any anguish in the che…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
‘They say my boy is bad,’ she said… A tired old woman, thin and very f… ‘They caught him robbing railroad… Must spend from five to seven year… His Pa an’ I had hoped so much fo…
He’s taken out his papers, an’ he’… He’s sworn to love the Stars and… An’ he’s done with dukes an’ princ… An’ he’s pledged himself to freedo… He’s bought himself a bit of groun…
Lord, make me tolerant and wise; Incline my ears to hear him throug… Let him not stand with downcast ey… Fearing to trust me and be true. Instruct me so that I may know
Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s t… They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night,
‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…
People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,
One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,
I WONDER if they’re bitin’ way… I wonder if they’re fightin’ very… I wonder if they’re hungry, an’ wo… Th’ way that I remember they used… I wonder if Ole Daddy’s caught hi…
No war is won by cannon fire alone… The soldier bears the grim and dre… He dies to serve the Flag that he… His duty is to gain the distant go… But if the toiler in his homeland…