Poem from The Washington Times, December 12, 1905.
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Poem from The Washington Times, December 10, 1905.
I have just spent an hour in jail; and my cell companion was Walter, a blue-eyed, mellow-voiced youth of seventeen. His is simply another chapter of the old, old story - both parents dead, a boy turned out to drift and to become wretched to the point where he could say truthfully and in the Biblical phrase, "No one careth for my soul."
Man falls in love with woman; woman falls in love with man. They marry.
Each finds that he has not married what he had THOUGHT he was marrying. Each married an IDEAL and finds himself wedded to a person.
That is the usual course of events.
Listen to the cricket's song
Singing on the hearth
Recollections fond it brings
Of days once full of mirth
Listen to the cricket's song
Singing here tonight
Could I only call them back
Those happy days so bright.
From The Washington Times, September 8, 1918.
Mothers Know Most About Babies. Advice From Others Is Well Meant, but Seldom of Much Use.