“Young fellow, listen to a friend: Beware of wedlock —'tis a gamble, It’s MAN who holds the losing en… In every matrimonial scramble.” “Young lady, marriage mostly is
Dogs have a sense beyond our ken — At least my little Trixie had: Tail—wagging when I laughed, and… I sighed, eyes luminously sad. And if I planned to go away,
I’ve got a little job on 'and, the… At seven by the Captain’s watch I… I wants to 'ave it nice and neat,… And I 'opes the God of soldier me… Because, you see, it’s somethin’…
When I was cub reporter I Would interview the Great, And sometimes they would make repl… And sometimes hesitate; But often they would sharply say,
We talked of yesteryears, of trail… Of men who played the game and los… Of mad stampedes, of toil beyond a… Of camp-fire comfort when the day… We talked of sullen nights by moon…
I sought the trails of South and… I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me for… And would not let me rest. And still I seek, as still I roam…
Lord, let me live, that more and m… Your wonder world I may adore; With every dawn to grow and grow Alive to graciousness aglow; And every eve in beauty see
You’ve heard of Violet de Vere, s… Whose sitting—base out—faired the… Well, she was haled before the Be… Which signifies araisin’ Cain, an… So there she stood before the Cou…
Tis hard to hang a husky lad When larks are in the sky; It hurts when daffydills are glad To wring a neck awry, When joy o’ Spring is in the sap
France is the fairest land on eart… Lovely to heart’s desire, And twice a year I span its girth… Its beauty to admire. But when a pub I seek each night,
O meadow lark, so wild and free, It cannot be, it cannot be, That men to merchandise your spell Do close you in a wicker hell! O hedgerow thrush so mad with glee…
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red—meat bus out there — How did he win his Croix de Guerr… Bless you, that’s all old stuff: Beast of a night on the Verdun ro…
Old Man Death’s a lousy heel who… Let Graveyard yawn and doom down… But when the sky with rapture ring… Then Old Man Death grins evilly,… Jack Duval was my chosen pal in t…
Treat ‘Em Rough First time I dared propose, A callow lad was I; I donned my Sunday clothes, I wore my Old School Tie.
One of the Down and Out—that’s me… Stare and shrink—say! you wouldn’t… Look at my face, it’s crimped and… Don’t seem the sort of man, do I,… Slouching along in smelly rags, a…