With girls you should not get too free, You’ll find my words are true; Tell her she is a bird, and she Will want to fly with you. —Cincinnati Enquirer. With girls you should not get too free, You’ll find my words are right; Tell her she is a bear, and she Will want to hug you tight. —Hastings (Neb.) Tribune. With girls you should not get too free, And this thought don’t forget; Tell her she is a deer, and see Her run you dear in debt. —New York World. With girls you should not get too free, Just that in mind please bear; Tell her she is a peach, and she Will grab you for a pair. —St. Paul Pioneer Press. With girls you should not get too free, Be careful, don’t get rash; Tell her she is a lamb and she Will fleece you of your cash. * * * * * =In a Friendly Sort o’ Way= When a man ain’t got a cent, and he’s feeling kind o’ blue, An’ the clouds hang dark an’ heavy, an’ won’t let the sunshine through, It’s a great thing, O, my brethren, for a feller just to lay His hand upon your shoulder in a friendly sort o’ way! It makes a man feel curious; it makes the teardrops start, An’ you sort o’ feel a flutter in the region of the heart: You can look up and meet his eyes: you don’t know what to say When his hand is on your shoulder in a friendly sort o’ way. Oh, the world’s a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its care and bitter crosses, but a good worl’ after all; An’ a good God must have made it—leastways, that is what I say, When a hand is on my shoulder in a friendly sort o’ way. —James Whitcomb Riley. * * * * * =The Troop Train=