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We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske…
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
The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…
No war is won by cannon fire alone… The soldier bears the grim and dre… He dies to serve the Flag that he… His duty is to gain the distant go… But if the toiler in his homeland…
I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…
There isn’t any pay for you, you s… The boys who tramp the fields with… And yet your pay is richer far tha… For in a dozen different ways your… You’ll read it in the faces of a…
Somebody said that it couldn’t be… But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he w… Who wouldn’t say so till he’d trie… So he buckled right in with the tr…
Laughter sort o’ settles breakfast… Found it, somehow in my travels, c… When the hired help have riled me… An’ I’m bilin’ mad an’ cussin’ an… If the calf gets me to laughin’ wh…
People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,
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…
When your boy wants to do what he… Some foolish or dangerous thing. Or something you wish that he woul… A deed that disaster may bring, That he must not you hasten to tel…
They’ve hung their stockings up wi… And I am in my old arm chair, And mother’s busy dragging out The parcels hidden all about. Within a corner, gaunt to see,
Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,
Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.
We’re gittin’ so we need again To see the sproutin’ seed again. We’ve been shut up all winter long Within our narrow rooms; We’re sort o’ shriveled up an’ dry…