Old-fashioned letters! How good t… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us… The news of town and the folks we…

I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to kno… I want to be able as days go by, always to look myself straight in… I don’t want to stand with the set…

Good luck! That’s all I’m saying,… The best o’ luck, in the parting,… May you never meet a danger that y… May you never meet a German that… Oh! A thousand things may happen…

OTHERS may laugh at my feeble e… To capture life’s prizes, and othe… The whole world may loudly declare… Be worthy the gunpowder to blow me… It may be I ‘m punk as a parlor r…

There ain’t the joy in foreign ski… An’ friendliness o’ foreign folks… An’ far-off landscapes with their… As jes’ that little patch o’ green… It’s good to feel a stranger’s han…

Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.

I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation

I’m just the man to make things ri… To mend a sleigh or make a kite, Or wrestle on the floor and play Those rough and tumble games, but… Just let him get an ache or pain,

Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a f… Express their lives by what they d… That sort was he. No flowery phra…

SAY, Mister Carpenter, you know,… I guess your Pa and Ma forgot to… An’ I can’t come here any more to… Coz my Pa says a man like you ain… You 'member yesterday, when you wa…

He writes to us most every day, an… I can’t describe the joys with whi… He says the military life is not o… He’s only soldiering to-day to giv… But since he’s in the army now and…

It needed just an extra turn to ma… A few more minutes on the job and… But he begrudged the extra turn, a… The man was back for more repairs… Two men there are in every place,…

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…

Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…

“GIVE me the prettiest valentine You’ve got in the shop,' said he, ‘One with the tenderest sort o’ li… In type that her eyes can see. One that she won’t need her specs…