He is trained in facts and figures, He's a prodigy, in sooth; He can tell the smoothest story, But he shies away from truth; So we gladly lose the glory, (It was never worth two bits!) When the ballots all are counted And the campaign liar quits! So, no matter how it ended! Whether your men lost or mine. We can shake hands all together O'er this recompense divine; For we have a joy that pleases,-- That exalts our blessed wits; And we know when all is over That the campaign liar quits! Thank the Lord for Work. Never pray for idle hours,-- Never try to shrink; But with all your honest powers Thank the Lord for work! Labor brings the pleasures high And the joys that thrive,-- Where men laugh and where men cry, Dearest thing alive! Thank the Lord for strength to toil,-- Thank him day by day,-- Son of sky or son of soil On life's vagrant way. With a soul that fearless grows And a good arm strong, Joyously the glad heart goes Up the world of song! There was a young lady from Beaver Who feared that her fellow would leave her; So she popped to her beau; But he answered her "Neau"! And she called him a heartless deceiver! "Sing a Song of Sunshine." Sing a song of sunshine! Life is full of bliss; 'Nother over yonder Just as good as this; When the trouble's over, And the waiting long, We will sing the music Of the sunshine song! Mighty Lonesome. "Things am might loneseme erroun' de cabin now," said old Black Mose. "'Lection is ober, en de candahdates am all quit runnin' so suddenly dat nary one ob em's bin hyar fer two whole days, en de chilluns am all outen side-meat!" Caught on the Fly. Merit generally wins, but sometimes it is the doped horse in the swift race. The fellow who starts out to do the greatest good to the greatest number, generally concludes that the greatest number is No. 1. Amid the thunder and the crash of worlds, the chief question after all is how to get the most bread and butter with the least hard work. Better Hide Out. Mockin' bird up yander, Singin' in de trees, Clean fohgit it's wintah, An' de time toh fieeze! Bettah hide out, Mistah, 'Foh yuh stahve to def! Wintah's gwine toh git yuh Foh yub ketch yoh bref! Though the world of care and the griefs that cry May burden the years with a sob and sigh, Yet with one true heart and a hand that stays There's a rose for the snows of the wintry days! Caught on the Fly. A little laughter, a little love and something of tears, and then the curtain falls on the great drama of this life. No doubt, Adam had many bad habits, but he never walked about with hands in his pockets until after Eve started the first tailor shop.