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Pertn Pertinent and Impertinent 



To the picacbei' life's a seimon. 

 To the joker It's a jest : 

 To the miser life is money. 

 To the loafer life is rest. 



Life, Wliat's It to You? 



To the man upon the engine. 

 Life's a long and heavy grade. 

 It's a gamble to the gambler. 

 To the merchant life is trade. 



Life is but a long vacation 

 To the man who loves his work 

 life's an everlasting effort 

 To shun duty to the shirk. 



To the lawyer life's a trial. 

 To the poet life's a song ; 

 To the doctor life's a patient 

 That needs treatment right along. 



To the soldier life's a battle. 

 To the teacher life's a school ; 

 Life's a good thing to the grafter. 

 It's a failure to the fool. 



Life's a picture to the artist. 

 To the rascal life's a fraud; 

 Life perhaps is but a burden 

 To the men beneath the hod. 



Life is lovely to the lover, 

 To the player life's a play, 

 Life may be a load of trouble 

 To the man upon the dray. 



A RADICAL NECESSITY 



To the heaven blest romancer 

 Life's a story ever new ; 

 Life is what we try to make it — 

 Brother, what is life to you? 



Some people govern from a mere passion for 

 governiug; others In order not to be governed. 

 To the latter it is only the lesser of the two 

 evils. — Nietzsche, 



Sets of Steel Reinforced Books of Account, for Use in Steel and Concrete Fireproof (?) Buildings 



Had Proof of It 



l'ir.-*t Youth — ScienllHls say that trees cum 

 iribulir to the heat of the atmosphere. 



Second Youth — That's mi. A birch has warmed 

 me many a time. — Tillliln. 



Marriage 



Newed— Don't you believe that niarrluge broad- 

 ens a man? 



Oldwed — Well, I don't know about thai ; but 

 it usually m.'ikoi him shorler. 



—26— 



II 



Rock Me to Sleep 



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Tim 



kward. I urn backward, 

 night ! 

 .Make me a child again Just for lonlghl. 

 .Mother, come back wllh the soup as of old. 

 Iilg In my ears while ray chin you still hold, 

 Uub from my forehead the traces of mud, 

 Scrub my thick, curly locks wllh the while sud ; 

 Then o'er my slumbers your loving watch keep- 

 Kiick me to sleep, mothor, I'ock me to sler^p ; 



A Jolt to Eomance 



"Iluliliy, you have a lock of my hair, liaveu'r 

 .^•<ul '.'" 



"Next to my heart. " 



"See if you can match it In sinne pufls whi'U 

 you go downtown." 



The prospect of everlasting life looks a good 

 deal belter to Ihe average man than an evor- 

 lasllng sermon sounds. 



