A Whimsy.

A Whimsy. 528.6 There's a girl With a curl, That I'm likin' down yonder to Punkia- ville; And she Says to me: "Well, I won't if I won't and I will if I will." And I tell you, sirs, The way that she says it makes my hair like hers. Durn girls…

The Make-Believe Boy

The Make-Believe Boy 128.4 He used to come when I was alone, And we'd play games; but the most ghost, ';d tell him stories-pirate, chomo And what I'll do when I am grown, A girl moved in the house next door- I didn't eare: I don't like…

PEGGY READS THE PAPER.

PEGGY READS THE PAPER. 250.4 Here's the paper-I must skim it, For I want the news, of course; Another bank cashier's absconded, Mrs. Brown gets her divorce, Half a page reporting Congress, I don't want to wade through that, Trusts and…
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Stay, Father, Stay.

Stay, Father, Stay. 384.8 Stay, father, stay, the night is wild; Leave not alone your dying child. I feel the Joy hand of death And shorter, shorter, grows my breath. Stay, father, stay, alone, alone With none to cheer or none to mourn,…
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My Dad’s Dinner Pall.

My Dad's Dinner Pall. 383.1 I'll preserve that old kettle, so blackened and worn. It belonged to my father before I was born: It hung in the corner beyond on a nail. It's the emblem of labor, my dad's dinner pail. Chorus- It glistened like…

Soho

Soho. 134.4 I loved best her pretty eyes, Clearer than stars in any skies. I loved her eyes for their dear lies. Dance the jig! And ah! the ways, the ways she had Of driving a poor lover mad: It made a man's heart sad and glad. Dance the…
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Kipling’s Cabled Poetry.

Kipling's Cabled Poetry. 303.5 Chicago Chronicle: If there is anything in this world that is not worth cabling from England to America it Is the "poetry" of Rudyard Kipling. By long ap- plication one may learn that the subject of his last effort…

When the Hawthorn Blooms Again.

When the Hawthorn Blooms Again. 490.6 "I'll come back, dear, when the year has passed AWEY I'll come dack, dear, when the flowers like snow- drifts lay. Then the little birls will sing and I'll meet you down the lane, "I'll not come back when…

Alone.

Alone. 359.3 I miss you, my darling, my darling The embors burn low on the hearth. And stilled is the stir of the household. And hushed in the voice of ita mirth: The rain plashes fast on the terrace, The winds past the lattices moan,…

Watering the Lambs.

Watering the Lambs. 369.5 Watering the Lambs Little drops of water Break the hardest rocks, Little drops of water Swell the Lambkins stocks; Little drops of water- And other little drops- Fill the largest buckets In the bucket-shop…

Just the Sweetest Hat

Just the Sweetest Hat. 148.3 I took my last year's Panama, And knocked it out of shape, Then dyed it in some Alice blue And fastened on some crepe; I pulled the thing way out in front And bent it up behind; I stuck some feathers on one…

Letter From Home.

Letter From Home. 468.4 Lonely I sat me and wept, Wepl as I have not for years: Oh, why do my eyes fall to keep Back those affectionate tears. I think of the friends o'er the seas, Who love me wherever I roam. Oh, some one go tell them…

Political

Political. 248.4 The politician now begins To hustle for the vote, He's done the topsy-turvy act And turned his changing coat, And so he works like thunder- And maketh much ado, His little birds will come to roost All in a month or two. His…

Come Bonnie Father

Come Bonnie Father. 276.7 Bonnie Father O father, dear father. The clock in come home with me now. the strople striken one: ou said you wer were coming TIMI You shop ink right home from the As moot a your day's work was done, The fire's…

The Diplomat

The Diplomat. 229.1 I. The Big Chief of the Cardinal, In speeches down the Bay, Proclaimed his views about the game That they were going…

Spelling Reform at Pumpin Hallow

Spelling Reform at Pumpin Hallow. 133.1 Parson Graham called a meetin which was held last Wednesday night For the purpose of decidin' how to spell our language right. Everybody in the hollow for the past three weeks or so Had been turrably…

Gentle Nettle Moore.

Gentle Nettle Moore. 298-3. In a little white cottage, where the trees are ever green And the climbing roses blossom by the door. I have often sat and listened to the music of the birds And the gentle volee of charming Nettle Moore. Chorus- Oh,…

Faded Flowers.

Faded Flowers. 468.5 The flowers I saw in the wild wood, Have since dropped their beautiful leaves, And many dear friends of my childhood Have slumbered for years in their graves. But the bloom of the flower I remember, Though the similes…

SIGHS.

SIGHS. 426.7 I sometimes sigh for things gone by- Like every mortal, I suppose- And feel regret for days long dead, Made sweet with summer and the rose. But sighs, I've found, don't cut much ice, Nor bring an increase in your pay- In fact…

THE UNIVERSAL QUERY.

THE UNIVERSAL QUERY. 404.6 I was tired of the town with its tu- mult and strife, Where every one struggles for gain. life, I longed for the sweet and beneficent So I rushed for the afternoon train. And I thought of the country, where nature…