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Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…
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
HUSBAND and wife for fourteen y… And just like children now, As fond of one another as The day they took their vow. Where he goes she goes, hand in ha…
Life is a gift to be used every da… Not to be smothered and hidden awa… It isn’t a thing to be stored in t… Where you gather your keepsakes an… It isn’t a joy to be sipped now an…
If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…
The world is needing you and me, In places where we ought to be; Somewhere today it’s needing you To stand for what you know is true… And needing me somewhere today.
DOWN the lanes of boyhood, let m… Let me tread the paths of youth th… Let me wander once again where the… Freckled face and tanned of leg, r… Picking checkerberries as I laze…
Forgotten petty difference now, The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear Its deadly lightning shows. The Ship of State must bear us al…
ALL women are lovely and radiantl… In the magazine pages today, They all have a mop of luxuriant h… In the magazine pages today. There’s not one with freckles or n…
He was just a small church parson… Looked and dressed and acted like… He wore the cleric’s broadcloth an… But he had a man’s religion and he… And he heard the call to duty, and…
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
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
We’ve never seen the Father here,… The finest type of manhood since t… And, summing up the works of God,… The greatest is the Son He sent t… Through Him we learned the ways o…
No use frettin’ when the rain come… No use grievin’ when the gray clou… No use sighin’ when the wind blows… No use wailin’ when the world’s al… Only thing that a man can do