Nip-and-tuck out there we battled, and I ventured soon to guess If I could keep it going, I'd make Mr. Vardon press; He was very nice about it, but when I'd got home in two I noticed he was lunging like I often used to do. Then he dubbed a shot completely, when I'd played a perfect cleek, And I whispered to my caddie: "Vardon sometimes takes a peek!" I was just one up on Vardon on the good old eighteenth tee, And a half was all I needed for my greatest victory. I was confident of winning--calm and cool about it, too; I wasn't going to falter, for I knew what I could do. I looked the distance over, then I made a perfect stroke-- But just then the missus shook me, and confound it! I awoke! _Teach Them of the Flag_ Teach the children of the Flag, Let them know the joy it holds In its sun-kissed rippling folds; Don't let patriotism lag: Train them so that they will love Every star and stripe above. As you teach their lips to pray, Teach them always to be true To the red, the white and blue; Praise the Flag from day to day, Tell the children at your knee All the joys of liberty. Let them know and understand How the Flag was born and why; Tell how brave men went to die Gladly for their native land; Whisper to them that they must Make the Flag their sacred trust. Love of country ever starts In the home and at your knee; There the Flag shall come to be Shrined in patriotic hearts; They shall gladly serve their land When they know and understand. _Being Brave at Night_ The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steam An' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream Or let him see that I was scared--a better thought I had, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he come after me And red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was red And he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread. But I was just too smart for him, I fooled him mighty bad, Before his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with dad. I ain't scared of nothing that comes pesterin' me at night. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white, An' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could capture me. Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! but they were mad To find that I had slipped away an' crawled in bed with dad.