With a soul that fearless grows
And a good arm strong,
Joyously the glad heart goes
Up the world of song!

There was a young lady from Beaver
Who feared that her fellow would leave her;
So she popped to her beau;
But he answered her "Neau"!
And she called him a heartless deceiver!

"Sing a Song of Sunshine."

Sing a song of sunshine!
Life is full of bliss;
'Nother over yonder
Just as good as this;
When the trouble's over,
And the waiting long,
We will sing the music
Of the sunshine song!

Mighty Lonesome.

"Things am might loneseme erroun' de cabin now," said old Black Mose.
"'Lection is ober, en de candahdates am all quit runnin' so suddenly dat
nary one ob em's bin hyar fer two whole days, en de chilluns am all
outen side-meat!"

Caught on the Fly.

Merit generally wins, but sometimes it is the doped horse in the swift
race.

The fellow who starts out to do the greatest good to the greatest
number, generally concludes that the greatest number is No. 1.

Amid the thunder and the crash of worlds, the chief question after all
is how to get the most bread and butter with the least hard work.

Better Hide Out.

Mockin' bird up yander,
Singin' in de trees,
Clean fohgit it's wintah,
An' de time toh fieeze!
Bettah hide out, Mistah,
'Foh yuh stahve to def!
Wintah's gwine toh git yuh
Foh yub ketch yoh bref!

Though the world of care and the griefs that cry
May burden the years with a sob and sigh,
Yet with one true heart and a hand that stays
There's a rose for the snows of the wintry days!

Caught on the Fly.

A little laughter, a little love and something of tears, and then the
curtain falls on the great drama of this life.

No doubt, Adam had many bad habits, but he never walked about with hands
in his pockets until after Eve started the first tailor shop.

Some men's consciences are so worthless that if put up and sold to the
highest bidder, the auctioneer would have to call off the sale.

Thanksgiving Hymn.

Dear Lord, for all the joyous days
Thy loving hands to us have told
We thank thee humbly, and we praise
Thy wondrous mercies manifold!

We thank thee for thy gifts of love,
Thy blessed benisons of good,
For all thy mercies born above,
And every fond beatitude.

For a