The officers’ friend is the waiter… In the night air ’twas cold and wa… And they asked me to dine, which… For at dining I’ve talents I neve… Then a bright-eyed young fellow ca…

BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…

The country needs a man like you, It has a task for you to do. It has a job for you to face. Somewhere for you it has a place. Not all the slackers dodge the wor…

TAKE your troubles Best you can. Stand right up And play the man. Face 'em just

I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playin… Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer

The crowded street his playground… A puddle in a vacant lot his sea w… Poor little orphan boy of five, th… Taint every cooling breeze he gets… And he is just as your boy is, a c…

There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…

BEIN’ uncle to the kids, Laughin’ lips an’ drowsy lids Grimy hands an’ tattered clothes, Cheeks as red as any rose; Willie Browns an’ Jimmy Whites,

Out of it all shall come splendor… Out of the madness and out of the… Clearer and finer the world shall… Why then keep sorrow and doubt in… Joy shall be ours when the warfare…

None knows the day that friends mu… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart… Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-da…

Their childhood is so brief that w… Should hesitate to spoil their fun… We should be very slow to see The things that they should not ha… For such a little while they play

We’ve had a letter from the boy, And oh, the gladness and the joy It brought to us! We read it o’er I’d say a dozen times or more. We laughed until the teardrops fel…

There are times a woman’s love Fer a man stands out, I guess, More ‘n usual, like as when Sickness comes or else distress; But I reckon that it shines

A little ship goes out to sea As soon as we have finished tea; Off yonder where the big moon glow… This tiny little vessel goes, But never grown-up eyes have seen

It’s bedtime, and we lock the door… Put out the lights– the day is o’e… All that can come of good or ill, The record of this day to fill, Is written down; the worries cease…