The world’s too busy now to pause To listen to a whiner’s cause; It has no time to stop and pet The sulker in a peevish fret, Who wails he’ll neither work nor p…
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
I’ve told about the times that Ma… And how we have to hustle round fo… But there’s another care we know t… I guess it happens easily a dozen… It starts when first the postman t…
A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
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…
Ma has a dandy little book that’s… slips, An’ when she wants to pay a bill a… it she rips; She just writes in the dollars and…
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…
Full many a time a thought has com… That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring
The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
You can talk about your music, and… And your phonographic record that… But there isn’t any music that suc… Like the concert when the kiddies… When the supper time is over, then…
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
Pa’s not so very big or brave; he… His hands are soft like little gir… Ma weighs a whole lot more than P… Out in the river all day long, but… But when the thunder starts to rol…
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of stri… Must win by toil the evening’s swe… The rest that may be portioned for… The idler never knows it, never ca…
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
No one is beat till he quits, No one is through till he stops, No matter how hard Failure hits, No matter how often he drops, A fellow’s not down till he lies
I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I’d like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I’d like to be the type of man
You don’t begrudge the labor when… You don’t recall the dreary days t… You don’t recall a single care You spent upon the garden there; And all the toil
The things that make a soldier gre… To face the flaming cannon’s mouth… Are lilacs by a little porch, the… The peonies and pansies, too, the… The grass plot where his children…
Ma says no, it’s too much care An’ it will scatter germs an’ hair… An’ it’s a nuisance through and th… An’ barks when you don’t want it t… An’ carries dirt from off the stre…
It’s tough when you are homesick i… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry fo… old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks an…
A table cloth that’s slightly soil… Where greasy little hands have toi… The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
He was going to be all that a mort… Tomorrow. No one should be kinder or braver… Tomorrow. A friend who was troubled and wear…
God grant me kindly thought And patience through the day, And in the things I’ve wrought Let no man living say That hate’s grim mark has stained
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
He spent what he made, or he gave… Tried to save money, and would for… Started a bank-account time an’ ag… Got a hundred or so for a nest egg… Some fellow that needed it more th…
“When shall I be a man?” he said, As I was putting him to bed. “How many years will have to be Before Time makes a man of me? And will I be a man when I
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
She is fair to see and sweet, Dainty from her head to feet, Modest, as her blushing shows, Happy, as her smiles disclose, And the young man at her side
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
