From the Evening Star, May 13, 1913. By Philander Johnson. When you’re feelin’ kind o’ lonely An’ you’re gettin’ sort o’ blue An’ you think that life is only A great blunder through an’ through Don’t rely on publications Full o’ philosophic dreams Or on novels or orations Built on socialistic schemes. If you’re threatened with “conniptions” Of a violence intense Just obtain a few prescriptions From old Doctor Commonsense. He’ll advise a little laughter, Just as much as life can spare To be followed quickly after With some sunshine and fresh air.
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