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Show JANUARY, Page Eleven. 7 1921 in the living present! Act,—act Ask her now, if you’re to wed! Lives We of married men remind us can make our lives sublime. And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footsteps, that perhaps another, Trailing o’er life’s desolate main A forlorn and single brother, Seeing shall take heart again. © Let us, then, be up With a heart for Still a loving, still Learn to ask her and doing, any fate; a wooing, and to wait. Arthur | TO THE FAULT FINDER. I’ve often heard my grand-dad say There’s nothing quite as bad As always finding fault with things An’. acting cross and mad. I tell you I was When “Now Try once look some furious he said to me, her, Miss Fault good Finder, in life to see.” I said, “why keep on looking For things that can’t be found?” Then he said I’d better try to see Some sunbeams running ‘round. Well, then I tried an’ course | found A lot of joy in lite, In spite of tests ’an gym an’ boys ’N’other things of strife. I found this little old round Held quite a bit for me— If only I was trying That little bit to see. world Liddle, ’22. |