Pleasures fond are singing, Love, for you and me, And the moments bringing Joys of land and sea!

June-time is tune-time!

Don't you hear the song?

All the time is love time Where the roses throng!

Don't you sigh or sorrow!

Raptures full and free Crown each glad tomorrow, Sweet, for you and me!

June-time and tune-time, Where the roses throng, Life-time and love-time And the world of song!

The Candidate.

He's getting so busy, he makes the world dizzy, His smoke can be seen from afar; He kisses the babies and flatters the ladies And gives the old man a cigar!

Good-bye, Dear Heart.

I.

Good-bye, Dear Heart! I go my own sad way, And you go yours, and Life is agony; And yet I must not weakly beg you stay, In spite of all your absence means to me.

II.

Though distance part, though sky and sea divide, To you I must not reach detaining hands; The years are many and the world is wide, And Love's fair roses bloom in many lands.

III.

With all the joys and all the wishes fond My soul sends after you, we can't regret; The raptures wait us in the sweet Beyond, And we shall teach our memories to forget.

IV.

We meet no more! The hand-clasp and embrace, The hot, mad kiss, the crush of lips to lips, The melt of eye and tender flush of face,-- These all for us have pa.s.sed to last eclipse.

V.

So, good-bye, Dear! Good-bye for evermore!

Adown the years our halting feet shall press, Our lone hearts wander, till the quest is o'er, And Love shall lead us back to happiness!

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"I've knowed some mighty fine scholars in figgers," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "that never could calkilate the problem of human life. Purty near every feller when he gets to figgerin' on it, tries to git the Almighty Dollar fer the answer, and it won't figger out. I've seen lots of men in my time an' I never seed one yit that money made happy. An' if happiness ain't the answer to all this here figgerin' an' foolin' an' fightin', then I give it up.

"I'd ruther have Myrandy sing 'Ole Fokes at Home' when I'm lonesome like than to hev $10 Williams layin' around all over the place. It's more comp'ny to me, a whole lot more!"

Toss a Kiss to Care.

Toss a kiss to Care, and say, "You are only for a day"; You with all your woes and tears Never linger through the years.

Toss a kiss to Care, and be Happy in your ecstasy; Bid your grief begone, and smile With the pleasures for awhile!

Caught on the Fly.

The ba.s.s-drum is all right at the head of the procession, but the still-hunt cuts the most ice in politics.

The up-to-date dude, a-sport with patent-leathers and a Panama hat, puts on lots of style, but he began life as a bald headed and bare-foot boy along with the common herd.

Whenever you see an old maid who giddily shies off from the croup when the little folks grow wheezy, you can put it down as a sure sign that she is trying to conceal her age.

The Glorious Fourth.

Sister got her new hat wet, An' her white dress fair; Mother got a cannon-crack 'Sploded in her hair; Pap got powder in his face Shootin' anville thayre; Billy got an' ear tore off, Sammy lost an eye; Got two fingers broke myself, Fourth o' ole July!

When the Bills Come Due.

There are many things that bother In this mixed up world of ours, And the paths we wander over Are not always filled with flowers; While some days are bright and sunny There are others black and blue,-- And the day that brings the trouble When the bills come due!