THE BRIDAL.

THE BRIDAL. L. M. Montgomery 272.5 Last night a pale young Moon was wed Unto the amorous, eager Sea; Her maiden veil of mist she wore, His kingly purple vesture, he. With her a bridal train of stars Walked sisterly through shadows dim,…

The Song of Man and Woman.

The Song of Man and Woman. HERMAN SCHEFFAUER. 313.2 I EARTH'S iron mingles with my blood, But thine with milk is blent; My tears are of the salt-sea flood, But thine sweet springs unpent.…

CHERRIES ARE RIPE

CHERRIES ARE RIPE 576.5 Under the tree, the farmer said, Smiling, and shaking his wise old head, "Cherries are ripe; but then, you know, There's the grass to cut and the corn to hoe; We can gather the cherries any day, But when the sun shines…

ETERNITY.

ETERNITY. 384.10 I thought eternity an endless stage, Where love dies out and yearning lips grow dumb; To-night I overlived it by an age- The little hour I waited you to come! If one brief hour of absence be so long, How endless shall the…

A COWBOY IN LOVE.

A COWBOY IN LOVE. 276.4 If I would say the words I think My tongue with overwork would bust, I'd make old Shakespeare rise an' sav: "What varlot now disturbs my dust?" If I would do the things which I Am simply achin' to perform, I'd…

SURE THING.

SURE THING. 320.1 My father used to say to me, "If you wish a thing well done You must do it yourself, for you can't," said he. "Depend on any one." But I have a rule that works real well. For it counts not when or where, If I wish a thing…

TO PROFESSOR LOUNSBURY.

TO PROFESSOR LOUNSBURY. 356.2 The following amusing verse is ad- dressed to Professor Lounsbury, the arch- champion of popular usage in speech, by "Grammaticus" in the current Harper's weekly: "My dear Professor, though it wrackb my ear Those…

The Friend Life.

The Friend Life. 582.4 'If our looks grow rather frigid And our stately spines stand rigid At the thought of what the Outlanders begrudge us, Treat them gently, friends-remember That of Truth we are the Ember And the Shrine-so who are they…

GOOD BYE.

GOOD BYE. 426.4 Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home: Thou are not my friend, and I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam: A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like driven foam, And now proud world I'm going home. Good-bye…

Annie and Willie’s Prayer.

Annie and Willie's Prayer. 266.4 'Twas the night before Christmas. "Good night had been said And Annie and Willie had crept into bed. There were tears on their pillows and tears in their And eyes, each little bosom was heaving with sighs.…

QUERIES.

QUERIES. 431.2 Does it ne'er chance that bicyclists unhurt and sound escape? Are football players always banged and battered out of shape? Do amateur photographers ne'er chance to have success? Do sporting men invariably in stripes and large…
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MY LADY’S GOWN.

MY LADY'S GOWN. William J. Lampton. 415.1 Just pull it in To meet her chin,- A ballet dress 'twill be. Then let it down To reach the ground- An evening dress you'll see.

Where Is Hep.

Where Is Hep. 447.8 We've had the muckrakers, The scandal and crime. And now for the man With the chloride of lime. -Milwaukee Sentinel.

The Old Arm Chair

Swingin in the Lane

Swingin in the Lane. 165.5 Not Readable Chorus- And you I'd gives With tray Nell I navar, nover can forg Our swinging in the The boys and girls they used to brooke, thing is the With hits of thread for Anding lines and hendedpins for hooiks They…

In Calm Content

In Calm Content. 101.5 A little amrike land slowly thi from of my big calm The clut chair was both woft and warm, club chates sornclinies are The bottle hobworked with the game Jok Where to? A we bent And there was naught for to want un-…

THANKFUL.

THANKFUL. 505.8 Thankful? Ye jest bet yer boots! I hain't got no complaint ter make: The world has used me square enuft- I hain't ben scratched by its muck rake. Thankful? Wall, now. I shed say! We've hed good health an all or that; An'…

Going Home.

Going Home. 528.4 I tread each mountain waste austere, Lpass dark pinelands, hill by liat; Each tardy sunrise brings me near, Vach lonely sunset nearer still. Slag low, my heart, of other lands And suns we may have loved, or Inown: This…

FINGERPRINTS.

FINGERPRINTS. CHARLTON LAWRENCE EDHOLM 598.1 Five little fingers' print On walls, on chairs, on the pane, All through the house our monarch makes That sign and seal of his reign. Five little fingers' print. On mother's throat to her breast,…

Sling Along.

Sling Along. 582.2 Sling along, sling along, sling along! De moon done riz, Dem eyes o' his of those old-fashioned Done sighted you, days Where you stopped to woo. Sting along, sling along! Prayer that shel It ain't no use fu' to try…