Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the F… “Let’s leave,” says he, “the lousy… I’m fed up to the molar mark with… I feel the bloody barnacles a—cark… Let’s hit the hard—boiled North a…

Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain

Three gentlemen live close beside… A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide m… A singer who plays the guitar; And there on my lintel is Cupid;

God gave you guts: don’t let Him… Brace up, be worthy of His giving… The road’s a rut, the sky’s a frow… I know you’re plumb fed up with li… Fate birches you, and wry the rod…

(The French “Tommy”). Oh, some of us lolled in the chate… And some of us slinked in the slum… But now we are here with a song an… To serve at the sign of the drum.

It’s mighty quiet in the house Since Mary Ellen quit me cold; I’ve swept the hearth and fed the… That’s getting fat and overbold. I’ve bought a pig’s foot for the p…

My brother Jim’s a millionaire, while I have scarce a penny; His face is creased with lines of… While my mug hasn’t any. With inwardness his eyes are dim,

Toil’s a tunnel, there’s no way ou… For fellows, the like o’ me; A beggar wi’ only a crust an’ a cl… At the worst o’ the worst is free; but I work to eat, an’ I eat to w…

The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain And won’t be home by noon. My mother sang that olden tune

L’Escargot D’Or O Tavern of the Golden Snail! Ten sous have I, so I’ll regale; Ten sous your amber brew to sip (Eight for the bock and two the ti…

You want me to tell you a story, a… Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, out… Out there where the bombs are bust… and the cannons like 'ell—doors sl… Just order another drink, boys, an…

Beneath the trees I lounged at ea… And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutc… They leapt in roaring chase; The crowd was thrilled, a chap was…

The Porch was blazoned with geran… Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the… With rose and violet the vale’s pe… Languished to where the hyacinthin… Dreamed tenderly . . . “And I mus…

One said: Thy life is thine to ma… To flicker feebly, or to soar, a s… It lies with thee—the choice is th… To hit the ties or drive thy auto—… I answered Her: The choice is min…