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Thankful for the glory of the old… and Blue, For the spirit of America that st… and true, For the laughter of our children a…
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...
You needn’t be rich to be happy, You needn’t be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of… If only he’ll think them worth whi… There are blue skies and sunshine…
Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.
I WONDER what the trees will sa… The trees that used to share his p… An’ knew him as the little lad Who used to wander with his dad. They’ve watched him grow from year…
For strength to face the battle’s… For men that dare to die for right… For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant wa… For courage of our days of old,
There is no star within the flag That’s brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag, I’m boasting of the others. Just which is which no man can say…
SHE wanted to be asked again, And so she wiped the dishes, She took a knife, and with the men She helped to clean the fishes; She made her bed and swept the flo…
In some respects the old days were… Before we got to wanting wealth an… Perhaps the world was happier then… But when it’s zero weather I am g… Old-fashioned winters I recall—th…
There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
I DON’T believe in worry, and it… And dreading what may happen never… I believe in facing trouble, witho… But it’s altogether different when… Oh, it’s altogether different when…
I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
AGE is calling to me, with his fi… It is urging me to wander down the… It has lined my cheeks with furrow… And is ever whispering to me that… But the heart of me keeps saying,…
If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…