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Show F OX THE HIGHWAY miewhere in days now out. of sight woodland pathway turns to spring, rrl In cool, dappled aisles of light J-; birds prepare to soar and sing; An-'i looking at my fishing pole I h ar old laughters suddenly Rir? out beside a fishing hole Thrt waits to keep the faith with me Tomorrow brings only flowers that we plant today. Lo's of folks are worrying about the world coming to an end. Better so live as to be ready for any end. How can any man be dissatisfied with life when he thinks how many chances he has of helping the fellows fel-lows who find the going hard? A man's reputation may fool others, oth-ers, hut It never fools him. Don't be a kicker. It won't win you any prize, for very mule will distance dis-tance you. The beauty that nlivs the ntnn t-dependent t-dependent on the beauty that peels the potatoes. How lonesome the man must fr' i who has never encniirnfrod nnv n'" to call him by his first name. No man understands Justice whe 1 Is unmoved by the wrongs of others Babies amuse us by putting the'r foot In their mouth; later in llr-most llr-most of us do this, but with humiliation. i The real style is not to have your bonnet on straight; but to have your heart on straight. Strange, how most of us when we get vain, are vain about some possession pos-session we have very little of. Keep on climbing uphill sooii turns into down hill. MY LITTLE PLACE 'Tis such a little place That I am bound within, How shall I grow, and rise And Heaven win? 'TI9 such a common spot Where I must toil each day, I cannot see the world Across my dream unfurled, Yet I must stay. So spake my weary heart Bound at its daily toil; When right before my eyes I saw a white rose rise Out of the soil. And in one burst of Joy That thrilled me suddenly I lifted up my head And 9aw how stars were spread In love for me. I looked across the land And all the hills were gone, And all the sky and sea Were waiting there for me .' To launch upon. And now with sweet content ' I fill my little place, Knowing there Is no spot That beauty hath forgot, , Or God's own face! Those who work for the wages of sin never have to hire a lawyer to collect their wages. The stars are for the man who looks tip. ! Some times clothes fit, and again j thev give fits. I Ridicule hurts no person who is not ridiculous. Society is a gossip trust. Everything in a man's life is a steppng-s'one; but if he walks on disappointments he is going down stairs. Women ,it is said, are hard to please. Sure thing; but gee it sur-is sur-is a Job worth trying. ' I |