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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...
In the Christmas times of the lon… There was one event we used to kno… That was better than any other; It wasn’t the toys that we hoped t… But the talks we had—and I hear t…
I START the day with paper whi… And put it in my old machine, And wonder whether, as I write The night will find my copy clean. Will this day’s finished task be f…
This I heard the Old Flag say As I passed it yesterday: ‘Months ago your friendly hands Fastened me on slender strands And with patriotic love
I may never be a hero, I am past… There are pencil marks of silver… I shall win no service medals, I… I shall never fight a battle highe… But I hope my children’s children…
He shall be great who serves his c… He shall be loved who ever guards… His worth the starry banner long s… Who loves his land too much to sto… Who shares the splendor of these s…
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts…
He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…
HE struck me! A man I scarce knew, 'though he h… my name, Came into my office repeating the… And talked for a moment of this an…
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
FOR every man who works there are A dozen who will let him; They’ll smiling bask within the sh… The while his duties fret him. And when his arduous tasks are don…
CAESAR did a few things, Horace wrote in style, Good old Plato knew things Very much worth while. Famous Aristotle
Turn me loose and let me be Young once more and fancy free; Let me wander where I will, Down the lane and up the hill, Trudging barefoot in the dust
rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained
I wonder have you ever known Or heard of such a thing As paperhangers in the house Who didn’t try to sing?