If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,

‘Some day,’ says Ma, 'I’m goin’ t… A party dress all trimmed with jet… An’ hire a seamstress in, an’ she Is goin’ to fit it right on me; An’ then, when I’m invited out

I might wish the world were better… I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter And a bluer sort of sky. There are times I think the weath…

When a fellow’s feeling blue, And is troubled, through and throu… With a melancholy feeling That he cannot seem to shake, When his plans have gone astray

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...

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…

I’ve trudged life’s highway up and… I’ve watched the lines of men marc… I’ve seen them in the busy town, And seen them under country sky; I’ve talked with toilers in the ra…

I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…

One came to the house with a prett… ‘It’s all for the best,' said he, And I know that he sought my hear… And I know that he grieved with m… But I was too full of my sorrow t…

The brave man journeys straight ah… The coward goes Along his way in constant dread He’ll meet a friend in need, ahead… Or one he owes.

We play at our house and have all… An’ there’s always a game when sup… An’ at our house there’s marks on… An’ some terrible scratches on som… An’ ma says that our house is sure…

I LIKE the homes where a Teddy… Monopolizes the best arm chair, Where the sofa a rag doll occupies And a train of cars in the corner… For those are the signs that the h…

The bright spots in my life are wh… Although that grim disturbance bri… The week between the old girl’s’ r… Is one that’s filled with happines… The charm of living’s back again—a…

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,