Never Mind the Hills.

What matter the hills above us?

What matter the dismal road?

We're climbing to those that love us And crossing to their abode; And over the mountains we'll crown our quest With beautiful blossoms of all that's best!

He Voted "Graft".

He was quite a famous statesman From a district where the folk Were so honest that their honor Had become a standing joke; But this man that represented Such a people, such a craft, Always shouted for "retrenchment,"

While he always voted "graft."

He was quite a famous "poser,"

And he had the nimble art Of deluding men to thinking That he owned an honest heart; He was always hinting "boodle,"

At which hints the lobby laughed For they knew he talked "retrenchment,"

But he always voted "graft!"

He was frequent in the papers With a lengthy interview 'Bout the "welfare of the people,"

And the "octopi" he knew; And he made long-winded speeches As he raked things fore and aft, But he only talked "retrenchment,"

While he always voted "graft!"

O, the dear, deluded people, Hear this Sermon from the Mount: When a Bill is up for pa.s.sage It is only votes that count; And you'd better watch the fellow On the legislative raft Who forever talks "retrenchment,"

And then casts a vote for "graft!"

Caught on the Fly.

The worst thing about failure is that it makes so many good people most unhappy.

The man who never laughs at all is as great a trial to his friends as is the one who laughs too much.

No beauty of Nature, either of heart or flower or fruit, was ever grown without the lavish use of sunshine for its development.

Joy is Here.

What to us is Trouble?

Joy is here today; Care is but a bubble Bursting with the May.

Onward we are drifting; What if skies are gray?

All the clouds are lifting,-- Joy is here today!

Harbors over yonder; Billows die away; There we all shall anchor,-- Joy for aye and aye!

Something Left.

There's joy in Oklahoma!

Let's go it good and strong; There's sunshine on the prairies, The land is glad with song; What though the cotton tumbled,-- What if the wheat was short?

We've corn for hog and hominy Of every blessed sort!

Charity not only covers a mult.i.tude of sins, but she also tucks the quilts in around the feet and gets up in the middle of the night to see if the blanket is on straight.

Not Afraid.

"Aren't you afraid some of these lobbyists will persuade you by their eloquence into supporting some bad measure?" asked a friend of a member of the legislature.

"Not a bit of it, sir, not a bit of it! Just let them try it as often as they wish!" answered the confident statesman. "Just let me get at them one by one, privately, in a dark room with their pockets bulging with the eloquent long-green, and when they get away their pockets will be so dumb that they will be in no condition to make arguments again until they call on their employers for a new supply of oratory!"

A Blazing Future.

What's the use of getting blue When the joys are so amazing?

This life's sunshine through and through And the other life is blazing!

I have often noticed that the dog which uses up all his spare time in growling generally looks mighty hungry and seldom trees any game.