Kisses from the dear old Mrs. Are the sweetest kind of kisses. But if the Misses kisses, Then there will be kisses Mrs. Just as long as Mrs. kisses, There’s no trouble with the Misses But let the Misses kisses And something’s doing Misses Mrs. * * * * * Don’t Procrastinate. Don’t wait till tomorrow, For joy or sorrow, And miss the golden today. For every minute, Your heart’s not in it, There’s something slipping away. ’Twas Jesus who said, ’Ere his spirit fled, On the cross at Calvary, That he who had hope, Need never grope, For the better things to be. So don’t never worry, And fret and flurry, For things that’s not for you, But hammer away, At life’s forge today, For things that are good and true. * * * * * Sister Mary. Mary, I know not who Has a truer heart than you. Your’s a life that does excell For doing every duty well. In this world of woman kind A purer life I couldn’t find, If I looked my life time thru, I would bring the crown to you. I am proud to tell you, dear, Your’s has been a life of cheer, Where every hardship, trial and sorrow, Was sweetly met before tomorrow. May God’s blessing sweetly rest, In a life so richly blessed With kind words and cheerfulness, For every heart that knew distress. * * * * * Yes. ’Twas underneath the columbine, Where dearie said she would be mine, My heart rejoiced at that glad word, The sweetest one I ever heard. I’ve wondered many times since then How one word changes lives of men, Some it makes and others breaks, And others know they’ve made mistakes. It gladdens some and saddens some, It opens up the way to rum, It fills the pen, the cells of jails, It wags the tongue with many tales.