HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men

Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…

Did you ever sit down and talk wit… In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder… On all that they have to say? If not, you should in some quiet h…

When Ma gets out the monthly bill… She makes us children run away bec… An’ then she smiles a bit and says… There’s nothing here except the th… An’ Pa he looks ‘em over first. ’…

UP and down the lanes of love, With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet, O, so green and O, so sweet! There we wandered boy and girl,

The train of cars that Santa brou… While pa was showing how they went… They used to run around a track’at… Would let me take them in my hands… I could ’a’ had some fun with 'em,…

‘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’…

The choir we had in Pixley wasn’t… But today if I could hear it I wo… There warn’t a singer in it that c… To study with the masters and to l… There warn’t no variations, warn’t…

Go up and change your collar,' mot… ‘For you can’t go out in that one,… There are splotches on the surface… ‘That is very queer,’ I answer, ‘… But I guess just what has happene…

I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago

He spent what he made, or he gave… Tried to save money, and would for… Started a bank-account time an’ ag… Got a hundred or so for a nest egg… Some fellow that needed it more th…

There is no star within the flag That’s brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag, I’m boasting of the others. Just which is which no man can say…

He will not come to him this year… An imitation Santa Claus must ser… Last year he heard the reindeers p… And as he dreamed the kindly saint… But Christmas Eve he will not com…

There never was a family without i… With legs a little longer than the… An’ a shock of hair that brush an’… An’ hands that somehow never seem… The one with freckled features and…

Death crossed his threshold yester… And left the glad voice of his lov… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the sel… To clasp his hand and vainly try t…