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…

'Nay; I don’t need a hearing aid’ I told Mama—in—law; 'For if I had I’d be afraid Of your eternal jaw; Although at me you often shout,

If you had the choice of two women… (Though of course the idea is quit… And the first from her heels to he… Was charming in every sense of the… And yet in the past (I grieve to…

Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto… "I want to take a wife mon Père,"… And whose, my son?” he slyly said;… Cried, “Fi! Papa, I mean —to wed… The Marquis de la Glaciere respon…

My days are haunted by the thought Of men in coils of Justice caught With stone and steel, in chain and… Of men condemned to living hell,— Yet blame them not.

The red—roofed house of dream desi… Looks three ways on the sea; For fifty years I’ve made it mine… And held it part of me. The pines I planted in my youth

The sunshine seeks my little room To tell me Paris streets are gay; That children cry the lily bloom All up and down the leafy way; That half the town is mad with Ma…

One of the Down and Out—that’s me… Stare and shrink—say! you wouldn’t… Look at my face, it’s crimped and… Don’t seem the sort of man, do I,… Slouching along in smelly rags, a…

Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the F… “Let’s leave,” says he, “the lousy… I’m fed up to the molar mark with… I feel the bloody barnacles a—cark… Let’s hit the hard—boiled North a…

If we could roll back History A century, let’s say, And start from there, I’m sure th… Would find things as to—day: In all creation’s cosmic range

She said: “I am too old to play With dolls,” and put them all away… Into a box, one rainy day. I think she must have felt some pa… She looked so long into the rain,

A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler’s fee, For though the porridge pot was fu… A frugal folk were we; We baked our bannocks, spun our wo…

Where are the dames I used to kno… In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it’s fifty years ago, And most, I guess, have “gone bef… The swinging scythe is swift to mo…