#English #XXCentury #1917 #JustFolks
It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its… Than to hang back and shirk and to… And let the flag sink out of view. It is better to give up this life
Speaking of Henry Ford’s purchase of a million dollars’ worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; “He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I would talk about buying a sack of pe...
The strangest man I ever knew Is Ebenezer Pettigrew; Dropped in on him last night t’ ch… Of politics an’ this an’ that, An’ when he’d showed me to a seat
HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:
God grant me kindly thought And patience through the day, And in the things I’ve wrought Let no man living say That hate’s grim mark has stained
HE took off his hat to the woman… But he wouldn’t do that for his wi… He picked up the handkerchief drop… But he wouldn’t do that for his wi… He ran for a chair when a fair mai…
Poets have sung of the old-fashion… The old-fashioned pictures that hu… The old-fashioned people, the old-… The old-fashioned fashions they lo… The squeaky armchair that our gran…
BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…
SINCE I have done my best, I do Not fear the outcome; here I stan… Prepared for judgment when men vie… The labor of my heart and hand. If good, then happy I shall be,
I reckon when the world we leave And cease to smile and cease to gr… When each of us shall quit the str… And drop the working tools of life… Somewhere, somehow, we’ll come to…
GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylis… He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva d… Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear…
When a naughty little fellow stand… And his lips begin to quiver and h… When his big round eyes are fillin… And at last you find him sobbing w… Don’t you get a tender feeling sor…
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
IF you like a brother here, Tell him so; If you hold his friendship dear, Let him know; All the roses that you spread
I never knew the joy of getting ho… I never knew how fast a heart coul… I never tasted joy, Till the day my little boy Came running up to meet me on the…