274 ... C. W. Barrell 276 A Bachelor Maid 280 Margaret E. Sangster 285 HALF-HOURS WITH WALT WHITMAN-III.. The Summer-Days' Reaction A Word About Your Liver SOME WHO HAVE GONE STAR GOSSIP EDITORIAL: A Real-Estate Frenzy A Harsh but Just Verdict HAPPENED AND HAPPENING HERE AND THERE PHILOSOPHY AND HUMOR ISSUED MONTHLY BY THE EVERY WHERE PUBLISHING COMPANY, Brooklyn, N. Y. SINGLE COPIES, FIVE CENTS 314 BY THE YEAR, fifty cents Copyright, 1907, by the Every Where Publishing Company An' though I hoped she would some time They learned, that a thousan' years ago love me, Still I felt that she felt above me; (I was awkward, an' hung my head, An' she was a reg'lar thorough-bred.) Marjorie, by the bye, Had more ancestors than I; That all come over the sea at once; But though their acts she couldn't c to demn, She hadn't much time to dwell or But sailed her gallant ancestral b ing the There's lots in the world to forget and forgive; Almost in hailin' of Noah's ark !ep at the We've several neighbors, my laddies, that live The same as the sheep at the stack. But walked an' walked an' hung her head, An' "Why are you hateful to me?" she said. "I couldn't be hateful", says I, "To one that I've loved five years or mcre, An' never dared to tell it before, Then back to your covert creeping, Try again the art of sleeping, With such critics grouped around. I can stand the fitful walker, Oft he comes-but oft he goes; But that everlasting talker Underneath the window's nose! Words, and words, without endeavor, Speech-brook, flowing on forever! Talking every subject weary, Till it wilts-a phantom dreary; Pauseless he-this rura! Solon; Comma, period, semi-colon, None of these will he set free. Oh what blessedness, if he And like old Lord Timothy, Let them all appear together! From the country's clash and chatter, Would cut loose those pauses' tether, They can sleep, and sleep, and sleep! And blanketing even the trees as they Unless it be growing or flung at their stand Asleep in the howl of the storm. No grasses tonight will grow under your feet The cattle are calling for something to eat; feet, Or easily hung to the back. Make ready, my laddies, and think as you go, They're not to be worried because they are so; But do not forget it, while filling the There's lots in the world to forget and rack, forgive; To grain and to shelter the sheep at the We've several neighbors, my laddies, stack In sheds that are cozy and warm. that live The same as the sheep at the stack. |