Show LIGHTS AND SHADOWS Just an Average THE MAN Now watch him os ho wends his way Unto the i house of prayer No one fervently will pray o Among tho people there There Is i a calmness on his brow A smile that oft recurs The godliest youd surely v6w Was ho if worshipers And once wIthIn the holy place VIth deel > humIUl Ho seeks before the throne grace To just forgIven be That need is great no doubt can be lie should forgiveness seek For on the other six days he Despoils the poor and weak TUB WOMAN When Sunday comes she dons her best And seeks tho house of grace And sIn with such a seeming zest From htr accustomed place Downcast her eyes her smiler arc sweet or earth Jhes not n taInt I Jl Js refreshing sure to meet I So f dlnnt a saint But ICa sister woman who Is poor by chance is met Her skirt la close around her drawn She Is not In her set She prays with fervency you know For those whom Christ holds dear Bat all who are not rich are low And never must come near But listen I havo found her Out Shc s shamming till the while On Sunday she Is qiiltp devout Because she thinks Its style Why these are hypocrites you say Youre wrong 1 must aver Theyre Just a sample anyway The average worshiper Both of Them Where Is my wandering boy today Z Said a mother In tones of care If Us Sunday go out on the baseball grounds And youll likely find him there Oh where Is my daughter another cried The pride oC my heart my Joy 2 If shes pretty and enthusiastic you know Sues gone with your neighbors boy High Patent No wonder the young cocks crow and crow They think than their fathers theyre greater The old ones were hatched out by hens you know Ana the young by an Incubator A Wife Closer than all else beside That which fills the heart with pride Sought for with a keener zest Loved In every way the best Than all else the world can give That for which we loll md five One to whom our faults arc known And our very beings own Ono who makes our life a hell Or can heaven make na well Ono who cnn our fortunes make Or can from UH fortunes take One whose weakness makes us strong And that to us most belongs One to whom woro bound for liCea wife I I Pays the Freight 4 A lie than tho truth will much farther BOIs BO-Is what many old adages state That nil may he but then you know Who sender ort pays tho freight |