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Promotion comes to him who sticks Unto his work and never kicks, Who watches neither clock nor sun To tell him when his task is done; Who toils not by a stated chart,
There is no star within the flag That’s brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag, I’m boasting of the others. Just which is which no man can say…
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
Since men with life must purchase… And some must die that more may li… Unto the Great Cashier of strife A fine accounting let me give. Perhaps to-morrow I shall stand
The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…
WHY do I grind from morn till ni… And sick or well sit down to write… Why do I line my brow with sweat, An extra buck or two to get? The reason isn’t hard to trace,
I’m just the man to make things ri… To mend a sleigh or make a kite, Or wrestle on the floor and play Those rough and tumble games, but… Just let him get an ache or pain,
When Ma gets out the monthly bill… She makes us children run away bec… An’ then she smiles a bit and says… There’s nothing here except the th… An’ Pa he looks ‘em over first. ’…
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am t… For they don’t want me anywhere ha… At seven in the morning they send… With:' Don’t you come back till t… She’ll be here for a week, and we’…
I WAS somewhere off in Europe sp… Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan’… I was entertaining princes, dukes… ’It’s the telephone that’s ringing… And I wandered down the stairway,…
After a man has been married awhil… And his wife has grown used to his… And style, When she knows form the twinkle th… Up his eye
They give their all, this Christm… Upon the snows of Flanders now, b… With ribbons red we deck our gifts… They give their lives that joy sha… They pass that all that makes for…
I used to lose my temper an’ git m… An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks… I’d do things I was ashamed of wh… An’ wish I hadn’t done 'em, an’ r… But I’ve learned from sad experie…
I can’t help thinkin’ o’ the lad! Here’s summer bringin’ trees to fr… An’ every bush with roses clad, An’ nature in her finest suit, An’ all things as they used to be
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…