A Life Tragedy A pistol shot rings round and roun… In pitiful defeat a warrior lies. A last defiance to dark Death is… A last wild challenge shocks the s…

She was a Philistine spick and sp… He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at… He had a cape and a brigand hat. She was so riant and chic and trim…

In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But oh the postal fuss was frantic… They sent me here, they sent me th…

Since much has been your mirth And fair your fate, Friend, leave your lot of earth Less desolate. With frailing overdue,

Dick’s dead! It was the Polack gu… Put powdered glass into his cage When I was tramping round the yar… I could have killed him in my rage… I slugged him with that wrench I…

Deeming that I were better dead, “How shall I kill myself?” I said… Thus mooning by the river Seine I sought extinction without pain, When on a bridge I saw a flash

You may talk o’ your lutes and you… Your harps and your tabors and cym… But here in the trenches jist gie… The wee penny whistle o’ Sandy M… Oh, it’s: “Sandy, ma lad, will yo…

The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glo… Like lords and ladies gay. A joy are they to dream beside, As in the air of eventide

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…

Since I am sick of Wheels That jar my day, Unto the hush that heals I steal away. Unto the core of Peace

You’ve heard of Julot the apache,… Montmartre was their hunting—groun… A little chap just like a boy, wit… Yet there was nothing juvenile in… From head to heel as tough as stee…

I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard I try. And in viruperative way,

When Jack took Nell into his arms He knew he acted ill, And thought as he enjoyed her char… Of his fiancée Jill. “Poor dear,” he sighed, “she dream…

A pencil, sir; a penny —won’t you… I’m cold and wet and tired, a sorr… Don’t turn your back, sir; take on… I haven’t made a single sale to—ni… Oh, thank you, sir; but take the p…

The English and the French were m… Upon the field of future battle; The foes were formidably set And waiting for the guns to rattle… When from the serried ranks of Fr…