When I was young I was too proud To wheel my daughter in her pram. “It’s infra dig,” I said aloud,— Bot now I’m old, behold I am Perambulating up and down

It was foretold by sybils three that in an air crash he would die. “I’ll fool their prophesy,” said h… “You won’t get me to go on high. Howe’re the need for haste and spe…

The Elders of the Tribe were grou… And squatted in the Council Cave; They seemed to be extremely pooped… And some were grim, but all were g… The subject of their big To—do

When the long, long day is over, a… I hope that it won’t be hell—fire,… And I hope that it won’t be heave… All I want is just quiet, just to… Look at my face, toil—furrowed; lo…

The cow-moose comes to water, and… The net is in the eddy of the stre… The teepee stars the vivid sward w… And in the velvet gloom the fire’s… The night is ripe with quiet, rich…

While I am emulating Keats My brother fabrics toilet seats, The which, they say, are works of… Aesthetic features of the mart; So exquisitely are they made

Sky’s a—waxin’ grey, Got to be a—goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a—knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes,

A-sitttin’ on a cracker box an’ sp… I took a sudden notion that I’d k… An’ so I bought a ticket, jest as… From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Ro… An’ found myself in seven days of…

’Twas up in a land long famed for… Tellus, the smith, had taken to wi… Tellus, the brawny worker in iron,… Saw her and loved her and bore her… Deeming her worthy to queen his ho…

I bought a young and lovely bride, Paying her father gold; Lamblike she rested by my side, As cold as ice is cold. No love in her could I awake,

Said Seeker of the skies to me: “Behold yon starry host ashine! When Heaven’s harmony you see How can you doubt control divine, Law, order and design?”

I must not let my boy Dick down, Knight of the air. With wings of light he won renown Then crashed somewhere. To fly to France from London town

We’ve finished up the filthy war; We’ve won what we were fighting fo… (Or have we? I don’t know). But anyway I have my wish: I’m back upon the old Boul’ Mich’…

At dawn of day the white land lay… When Bill Mc’Gee he says to me:… We’ve got to make Fort Liard quic… But, oh! the little woman’s sick .… And me! Well, yes, I must confess…