I think that life will be worth while When force and fraud no more Confederate with smirk and smile To grab the people's store; Get in the game! The laws will cease To help the robbers steal, And all the land will live in peace When Teddy squares the deal! A Date with Joy. When Sorrow stops and hails you, Your pleasures to destroy, Just tell him, "Something ails you! I've got a date with Joy!" "The roads are good for travel,-- You'd better go away; Just hit the flying gravel, For Joy is here today!" The Gods and the Man-Child. I. The Gods of Life to the Man-Child crept They whispered low as the Man-Child slept,-- The God of Love and the God of Hate, And the God of the Glories Three; And smiles and frowns wove the Man-Child's fate In a crown that was sad to see! II. "Come worship me!" said the God of Love, "And life shall equal the realms above; My cheeks are ruddy and white in turn,-- And my lips are as red as wine, And Grief ne'er comes where the pleasures burn And the joys that are slaves of mine!" III. "Come worship me!" said the God of Hate; "Revenge is sweetest of faith and fate! To conquer foes that revile and leer With the scorn of the fiends of hell, Is work that brings to the soul good cheer And is worthy of doing well!" IV. "There is no worship like that of me!" Cried long the God of the Glories Three; "I have no love and I have no hate, But the Power and Wealth and Fame; The crowns I hold are the crowns of state And of gold and the world's acclaim!" V. The Man-Child woke from the world old dream, And launched his boat on the tossing stream; A God he sought that was none of these, But a greater and sweeter far, And question made of the rain and breeze, And the blossom and blazing star! VI. He heard faint calls from the far-off days; He saw faint steps in the lonely ways; He caught faint glimpses by wayside path, As he threaded the shadows dim, And through the years with their peace and wrath In the quest of the soul for Him! Caught on the Fly. Love heals the wound that truth only irritates. The world offers no standing-room for the lazy man. Palpitation of the tongue is the most chronic disease known to the race of women. Sooner Sayings. The swift horse plants the first stake. It is well enough to be early, but too early is worse than too late. A quarter section isn't big enough for a potato patch when two men claim it. April 22, 1889-1905. It is sixteen years since the race for homes,--it is sixteen years today Since we on that April morning lined up for the mighty race; And after the strenuous toiling and the griefs that have gone away, The fields are glad with their beauty and the land is a dream of grace.