They have no gold to give you, but when age comes on to you They'll give you back the splendid things you taught them how to do; They'll give you rich contentment and a thrill of honest pride And you'll see your nation prosper, and you'll all be satisfied. _The Way of a Wife_ She wasn't hungry, so she said. A salad and a cup of tea Was all she felt that she could eat, but it was different with me. "I'm rather hungry," I replied: "if you don't mind, I think I'll take Some oysters to begin with and a good old-fashioned sirloin steak." Now wives are curious in this; to make the statement blunt and straight, There's nothing tempts their appetites like food upon another's plate; And when those oysters six appeared she looked at them and said to me, "Just let me try one, will you, dear?" and right away she swallowed three. On came the steak, and promptly she exclaimed: "Oh my, that looks so good! I think I'd like a bit of it." The game is one I understood. I cut her off a healthy piece and never whimpered when she said: "Now just a few potatoes, dear, and also let me share your bread." She wasn't hungry! She'd refused the food I had been glad to buy, But on the meal which came for me, I know she turned a hungry eye. She never cares for much to eat, she's dainty in her choice, I'll state, But she gets ravenous enough to eat whatever's on my plate. _Beneath the Dirt_ He'd been delivering a load of coal, and a five-ton truck he steered; He wasn't a pretty sight to see with his four days' growth of beard. His clothes were such as a coal man wears, and the fine folks passing by Would have scorned the touch of his dirty hands and the look in his weary eye. He rattled and banged along the road, sick of his job, no doubt, When in front of his truck, from a hidden spot, a dog and a child dashed out And he couldn't stop, so he made one leap from the height of his driver's seat And he caught the child with those dirty hands and swept her from the street. Over his legs went the heavy wheels, and they picked him up for dead, And the rich man's wife placed her sable coat as a pillow for his head. And black as he was, the rich man said: "He shall travel home with me." And he sat by his side in the limousine and was proud of his company. You may walk in pride in your garments fine, you may judge by the things of show, But what's deep in the breast of the man you scorn is something you cannot know. And you'd kiss the hand of the dirtiest man that ever the world has known If to save the life of the child you love, he had bravely risked his own. _The Out-Doors Man_