sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live.

_William Wordsworth._

THE SYNDICATED SMILE

A ready and sincere friendliness is the one thing we can show to every
human being, whether we know him or not. The world is full of perplexed
and lonely people whom even a smile or a kind look will help. Yet that
which is so easy to give we too often reserve for a few, and those
perhaps the least appreciative.

I knew a girl who had a beau
And his name wasn't Adams--
No child of hers would ever call
The present writer "daddums."
I didn't love the girl, but still
I found her most beguiling;
And so did all the other chaps--
She did it with her smiling.
"I'm not a one-man girl," she said--
"Of smiles my beau first took his;
But some are left; I'll syndicate
And pass them round like cookies."

That syndicated smile!
When trouble seemed the most in style,
It heartened us--
That indicated,
Syndicated
Smile.

It's not enough to please your boss
Or fawn round folks with bankrolls;
Be just as friendly to the guys
Whose homespun round their shank rolls.
The best investment in the world
Is goodwill, twenty carat;
It costs you nothing, brings returns;
So get yours out and air it.
A niggard of good nature cheats
Himself and wrongs his fellows.
You'd serve mankind? Then be less close
With friendly nods and helloes.

The syndicated smile!
If you have kept it all the while,
You've vindicated
The indicated,
Syndicated
Smile.

_St. Clair Adams._

FAIRY SONG

The great beneficent forces of life are not exhausted when once used,
but are recurrent. The sun rises afresh each new day. Once a year the
springtime returns and "God renews His ancient rapture." So it is with
our joys. They do not stay by us constantly; they pass from us and are
gone; but we need not trouble ourselves--they are sure to come back.

Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies--
Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead,
'Mong the blossoms white