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Show On the Sunny Side of Life Not Fair. 1 CALLAHAN and Schmidt were fishing fish-ing from a pier one day. Callahan bet Schmidt $10 that he would catch the first fish. The two kept fishing earnestly earnest-ly until noon. It was a warm day, and Schmidt, overcome by the heat, fell overboard into the water. This aroused Callahan, who was also dozing. "If you're going to dive after thlm, the bet's off!" he shouted to his companion, com-panion, struggling in the water. Her Laugh. BY ALICE GEER FERGUSON. HER laugh! 'Twas golden wine Rare, smooth and mellow, As glad, deep tones, Flayed dolce on a 'cello. Her laugh! N 'Twas ottar roses Wonderous, swooning, eweet, Drugging with fragrance, All will to pause, retreat. Her laugh I It haunts and flays me: I call my grief in vain. Oh, God of dead loves, unrelenting, To hear her laugh again! The Unwritten Poem. BY EBEN D. PIERCE. THE unwritten poem Is best; Its rhythm is music's own; And it flows through the mind. Its ways unconfincd, In the hush of the twilight's gloam. The muse loves to come uncalled When the shadows creep around; And its song is the best "When the world's at rest And silence is brooding profound. When the daylight breaks the spell. The muse takes wing and away; And when we would write 'Tis only the blight Of a bloom that has faded away. A Confession. BY MAXINE KERR. WHEN you told me how much you cared, Under the stars that night, I could have told you, had I but dared, That into my life a light Brighter than any light on earth, Or even in heaven above. Came to me then, and I knew its worth, For it was the light of lovel |