Show aftSbaows Those Valentines TIo carrier groans as he shoulders bIn pack And beneath Its weight staggers along on bin track And his ouch Is as fuihlasa hand ina glove TIs lllled up to hunting with missives oC love Theyre all shapes and sizes that mortal can name But the words that they say are forever the same And the old maids and young maids and I maids low and high Each a missive will get ere the season goes by But a secret Ill tell around Valentines day In disgust doth Dan Cupid from earth flyaway fly-away And his arrows and bow hides away nealh his cloak For lie know the whole thing is a practical prac-tical Joke No Doubt of It If Ben Bolt had married sweet Alice so fair Tin a tentoono bet von must own Hod have left her nt homo Xor the chil dren to care While ut night he went down town alone And tis possible Alice when ho was at homo Her mouth at him always would shoot And give him no peace when spring time had como Till ho got her a tallormada suit Very Pretty But < i Little dainty Jeweled hand Very pretty look Every mun though understands AVIth what ease they loose the bands Around his pocketbook It Was Forced Upon Him a And 50 our new cook has golden hair he said at tho breakfast table You have begun early to take notes his wife retorted a little sarcastically Not at all ho said calmly but the contrast of color between this hair In my porridge and the color of the porridge Itself It-self is too marked to escape notice Only I Only two tear stained cycai Only a heart that bled Only shadow thatlies Over a bended head M Only for years to keep A sorrow none deeper beside Only to mourn and weep Over a love thai died Till All Is Done Give me your hand The way is dark and chill I And I would feel Its clasp until J leave the strand While it I hold Tho facing death ordeal Stronger Ill lie until I feel Its waters cold IDear heart lie sand Of life Is nearly run But oh until the struggles done Hold tight my hand The Ever Recurring Coal Strike If old ICIng Coal Is the jolly old soul That tradition has told us lies like Now dimt It ecm queer That about once P year Hes tho causo of a very big strike An Idiosyncrasy Something strango about It truly In the parlor Sunday night Lover should provo FO unruly Or evince such lack of sight The there are broad scats all around them Plain to everybodys view Jo one ever yet has found them Save where theres not room for two Generally Requires Something Else WhIle marriages for love arc known To bo the proper kind Tim couple who havo love alone Small happiness eer lindA 1 lind-A Retrospect 11 Somehow I tonight am thinking I 1 As 1 sit here all alone With the stars In at me blinking Of the days long past and gone And the country church near Trenton Over which the Ivies cling And where blackeyed Lucy Benton In the choir used to sing She was Deacon Benloii daughter Richest man In all those parts And her eyes made fearful slaughter Mongst tho country huddles lieart Proud the boy from church returning Tf upon his arm shed cling Twns an honor all went yearning Every time the choir would sing 15 Longed I often for her favor But my bashfulness forbade I should make tho strong endeavor That the bolder young men made But at night when I was dreaming T could hear her sweet voice ring And besIde her was In seeming When the choir had cciscd to sing With a heart full nigh to bursting T would see her walk away < With another while 1 thirsting Curst my bashfulness each day Till nt Inst a man from Trenton One fair morning In the spring Married was to Lucy Bcnton > Who used In the choir to sing Years have pnssVd wince Lucy married And my shvnes wore away Many times Ive hymn books carried For girls Just as Sweet and gay But somehow I fill to thinking Often as the church bells ring i And tho strangest fancies linking When the choir bqglna to sing It Was Probably a Hint Somehow my hens dont lay the eggs they should said AVcstsidc man to his nextdoor neighbor What feed do you give them asked tho other Why wheat of course Thats It they want a variety of food to do well You Just wait until my garden gets In shape and youll have eggs enough Almost an Aphorism Appearances I now repeat TJio women halve the smallest focI Play many a orr > trick TItcy make the strongcHt kick Brand Now f Her talk was nlangy SIH could be And bad her grammcr too But then a fleeting charm has she The charm of being now The Last of the Beautiful They vado through the mud and they laugh antI laugh Youd think they were tickled lo death micar half They gaze on the clouds and they shout with doe The blackiir the cloud the more tickled And tlievdollt care a cent If the winds lie blow And tIn alTon account of the beautiful I SLiQS Theyre laughing In Garfield and laugh To jrtop thcnuln Beaver would be nil In In Pluto and AVashlngton Summit and Theyd laugh If the heavens would fall with a cr Hh And tho Hfune Wnd of laughters In San pole 1 know And all on account of the beautiful snow I If lie roads became blocked they would not care a cent MldMt all sorts of discomforts theyd still ba content Theyd house themselves up for a month and a day And us long as It snowed would nave nothing lo say Why een If that road to the coast Is no Thcrd laugh for this fall of the beautiful beauti-ful now And They 2icvcr Will To draw a perfect horse youll find Only great artists owi While horse dtuw moat every kind Except thflirfoetman Where the Trouble Canto Jn Strange iKnt It ald the wag there lint a clrl In the city who Is 1 ow of torn por with sweetheart becaue9h wont 1 E Soi I mcii I don t I knuw about that said a mid eyed youth who stood over at the end of the bar My girl has gone dead back on meKh hows that I didnt happen to take Susie to see Sousa A Sure Thing < The first spring robin soon will sing His song among the trees When girls will don the robes of spring Then frvezc and freeze and freeze |