Show Ill r I I a j i bg S. S t 1 t II I r. r So F Futile A quarrel is a thing that's so futile Esp Especially one that is mean And while we are snarling And bitterly quarreling i We poison ourselves with our spleen I And most of the q quarrels we indulge in Are Arc mere Triviality's lity's child child child- A thing that should shame us And ye yet they inflame us To actions and words that are wild I fit And what is the good we accomplish I haven't discovered it yet r Theres There's no one the gainer gainer- gainer gainer- And when w we e are saner How often our OUi words we regret The days are too precious to spoil themI them I With bickering quarreling and strife strife strife- 1 For when we are scrapping And and snarling snapping snapping- We also are shortening our life I II 11 1930 w. w Western Newspaper U. U Union I I Ii II i I I I Ii i |