Show LIGHTS AND SHADOWS I July I Month when tho flowers I I Are gorgeous and blight Month when the hours 4 Are filled with delight Month ofthe honeymoon l i Month of the gay t Month that Is passed sosoon 3 fIn 1 I f-In holiday 0 vv H Month by the seaside y Passed In the whirl H Month when you sit beside j 7 j Sonic summer girl Month of lovemaking i 4 And vows that ne rash ir Month that Is taking ff i All of your cash i Li Month vjjcn the cucumber < Gets In Us work i It I Month when your slumber And all things else shirk Month of firecrackers I > i Month of Ico crcnm v r Month when Icepackers < J > To smile foroer arc con ji Vhen he I muslins and lace H Make every man sigh c r t Of baseball and paces Month of July i Got Caught Every Tim They say Ive few equals In tolling a story And should make It my business through life But I feel that by it Ill not win famo or glory I have tried It too oft on my wife The Empress Dowager Ills wlfo met him with a doleful expression ex-pression on her face when no came last evening She it onco began telling him a woeful tale of carelessness on thp part of the hired girl Where Is the Empress Dowager now he asked l In the name of goodness what makes you call her that I Why shes always making a disturbance disturb-ance In china was tho reply Ideality and Reality IWHAT SHE VOWED He must bo rich must handsome Iv I Tho man I love she cried From petty vices must bo freo I Ere I become his bride I He must be manlylirni and true But gentle as a child Have courage all light I things to do Yet in his manner mild I Of his greait heart I must bo queen His first love I must bo None other mm have ecr been i Within his arms but me 1 Me ho must give his every trust And all his care beside To be all this and more ho must Ere I become his bride II WHAT HE SWORE Sho must be pure as heavens dew Vivacious and refined I Sho must have beauty such as few Are found of womankind i High born and noble she must be Mistress of every grace or selfishness must be as free I As she Is fair of face I I Must be so winning In her way i And vet she chasto must prove That she could win and keep for aye An angels holy love Confiding ns a child must be Tot cant In such a mold That dcen temptations self could sho Throughout her life withhold Her all of love sho must give oer To be my own for life This she must be ah yes and more Ere she becomes my wife HI SIXES It chanced that they met ono happy day Or fate brought It around Each thought that In the other the Their high Ideal had found To weld for aye loves mvstlc link By every art they sought Each tried to make the other think They were what they were not They at the altar rail ono day Mado vows thro life to hold Then each found out without delay That both of them were sold It Was Mutual Seen anything of Clifton Bill asked 0110 man ot another when they happened to meet last night Tc 7 hes up near where the band Is playing trying to mako a mash on my wife wifeDoes I Does he know shes your wife No IJow is ho getting on1 Oh lies succeeding What are you doliiK hero Oh nothing Just waiting for his wife to come along to get oven A Lesson in Arithmetic That man and wife must bo but ono Can nothing be but right But ero tho marriage knot is done TIs very different quite Let lovo on wavelcss streamlets flow Before Its course Is run Tis found nd ever twill be soY The maiden must be won His Whereabouts Have you seen my boy Harry Mrs Smith asked ono west side woman of another last evening No Ive not seen him but theres a fight up the street was the reply Outgrown Glvo nlo again the faith that once was mine S The beauty that I saw In sky and air The trust that all mankind would do tho right Tho hope that never knew a doubt or care Let me but hear tho whisperings at eve Of wlids that through the branches tell their tales The story that tho crickets tell tho lore Deep hidden in the neighboring wood Where squirrels play and wild flowcrs ope 4 their eyes Could 1 but thlnlc old daddy long legs l know And with his hairy legs could guide mo home That downs on damlellnos could orlng my wlah Thai 1 could tell my future In the pool i That fourleaved clovers were a talisman Which brought bucccss to him who chanced to find Could I but hold the converse once I held With birds and lambs the language of the brooks And meadow blooms could I translate onco more Id give you back tho knowledge gained from bpoks Tho wisdom that enlightens and destroys And have once moro tho raptures deep and wild 1 Live near to Nature bo once more a child His Practice I practice not tho doctor said To reach perfections pilch I other reasons have instead I practice to bo rich A July Noon The brc27es dlo and in the sultry air The leaves without a rustle seem to rest A hush yet not a hush K h everywhere And hazy is tho scene from cast to west i Beneath the shade ot spreading older trees lhe cows arc standing through tho quiot hours And with a drowsy music honey bets Arc Klqallng sweetness from iho summer S flowers i I Within their coverts birds forget to sing But from the treetops comes the locum uong And from the woodland lightly echoing Tho laugh of children sweetly Jloats alonG i I Beneath a shock of yellow ripened wheat Tho reaper nkops hlK time of rest away Whllu from some cool and leaCoinbowored retreat I catch each beauty of the summer day A Little Misunderstanding He was sliuidlnf on tho corner of Jfali anrj Third South looking uneasily don tho street Now and thon ho would era over tho Htrost but ho was sure to malt < his way biok again S Over on the corner by Walkers bank i I girl stood going through the hame nuinou vors S This vnnt on for an hour or moro notJ both bocnm woory Uo started north and she south They met glanced at each other and passed by without sneaking I What use to go further with this Each Cpr himself can complete the romance She Pities Him Sho Is In tho mountains far 1 S Where the breezes cooling arcHes arc-Hes at home Slit does nothing all the day But to whllo tho tlmo away Taking all the case you may Month lie dome How she pities the poor man Gives him all of It she can Tis his right But I happen now to know That her pity wide shell throw For ho seas tho Widow J Rowe r Every night |