“I WANT a chance to show what I… He sighed when others seemed to pa… ‘There are great problems I could… Somehow, I never get the chance t… Give me a chance to show what I c…

NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can

June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…

WALL have fights to make with se… And these are the bitterest fights… Worse than the fight for a hoard o… Is the fight to master our vices s… Worse than the fight on the battle…

I DO not care for garments fine, I do not care for medals bright; I have no wish to quench with wine My thirst when I go home at night… I’m satisfied with work to do,

God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,

The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…

Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,

He’s taken out his papers, an’ he’… He’s sworn to love the Stars and… An’ he’s done with dukes an’ princ… An’ he’s pledged himself to freedo… He’s bought himself a bit of groun…

She said she was sorry the weather… The night that she asked us to din… And she really appeared inexpressi… Because she had hoped 'twould be f… She was sorry to hear that my wife…

JUST about the time the clouds a… Let your thoughts go roving to the… Just about the time your job is ha… Think how glad you’ll be when it i… Buckle to the task that you are fa…

Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day… May the magic of his splendor

I DO not care to wait until the h… Before I say what’s in my heart,… I’d rather say: ‘How glad I am to… Than stand and say 'how glad I wa… I’d rather shout: ‘how good you ar…

If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to pla… If he does always what he can

‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…