to a merry measure
With dimpled hands and a heart of pleasure!

Sooner Sayings.

The swift horse makes the safe filing.

Getting in line is easy, but it's where you want to get that costs the
money.

A mother-in-law may not be a popular member of the family, but your
wife's folks will do to visit when the crops fail.

A Modern Love Story.

Anent the present divorce agitation, I find in an old paper the
following skit which is still in point:

Chapter I.
They met in the Spring
And admired everything.

Chapter II.
In the Summer she said,
"Yes, dear, we will wed!"

Chapter III.
In the Autumn this pair
Had a spat, I declare!

Chapter IV.
In the winter, of course,
They procured a divorce!

However it may happen, there are times when the common-place soul rebels
at the petty chains of trifles and seeks acquaintance with the infinite.
Then it is a companion of the stars, an associate of wind and wave, and
all of Nature's immeasurable forces. Happy he whose sanity is so brave
and strong as to walk with the blossoms at his feet and the stars above
his head.

Sooner Sayings.

Usury knows no law in a new country.

It's a poor claim that won't beat Arkansaw.

It takes more than a map and a real-estate sign to make a city.

All signs fail in dry weather,--except those of the money-lenders.

Better Hurry.

Man, you'd better hurry!
Life is mighty swift,
Fled before you know it
With the stars adrift!

Soak yourself with sunshine
All the blessed day;
Yonder come the shadows
And the night of gray!

If Love Abides.

Old Mister Trouble hides his face
And crosses o'er the slope,
When Love is laughing on the place
And links her hands with Hope.

No matter if in darkest night
Through tangled ways we grope,
If Love abides with living light
Still lip to lip with Hope!

The Rim of the Circle.

I.

We travel the rim of the circle; the center is under the feet;
Today is the sire of tomorrow, the noon and the night never meet;
The mornings come out of the purple to die in the light of the day,
And over the dead of the ages the living are up and away!

II.

We travel the rim of the circle! The roses are ruddy and red
Where the blossoms that burst into beauty are sleeping the sleep of
the dead;