There was Claw—fingered Kitty and… When unto them in the Long, Long… Bearing his prize of a black fox p… His cheeks were blanched as the fl… Deep in their dark, sin—calcined p…

A fat man sat in an orchestra stal… As he gazed at the primadonna tall… “Oh don’t you remember” he murmure… When hand in hand we used to go to… Ah me those days so gay and glad,…

Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid the tavern tattle

The cruel war was over—oh, the tri… We watched the troops returning, t… There was triumph, triumph, triump… And you scarce could hear the musi… And you scarce could see the house…

He gives me such a bold and curiou… That young American across the wa… As if he’d like to put me in a boo… (Fancies himself a poet, so they s… Ah well! He’ll make no “document”…

My Muse is simple,—yet it’s nice To think you don’t need to think t… On words I write. I reckon I’ve a common touch And if you say I cuss too much

Son put a poser up to me That made me scratch my head: “God made the whole wide world,” q… “That’s right, my boy,” I said. Said son: “He mad the mountains s…

“Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’… It fair maks me hamesick,” says P… “And whit did she send ye?” says… As he cockit his rifle and bleezed… “A haggis! A Haggis!” says Priva…

‘Come, see,’ said he, ‘my four—foo… A forty volume row; And every one I wrote myself, But that, of course, you know.’ I stared, I searched a memory dim…

I’m one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my thinking. For, oh, I hate discord and strif…

The poppies gleamed like bloody po… The Captain kept a—lookin’ at the… And there we smoked and squatted,… ’Twas wonnerful, I’m tellin’ you,… ’Twas weary work the waiting, thou…

I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, Nor yet to win acclaim: No, strange to say it is my plan,

He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled cons… So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are

tried to wash her garden slacks bu… And so she thought she’d soak 'em… It worked all right. She wrung 'e… With all that bucket load of high… She knew that it was dangerous to…

As you gaze beyond the bay With such wanness in your eyes, You who have out—stayed your day, Seeing other stars arise, Slender though your lifehold be,