"I WOULD IF I COULD"

F I could write fables for babies,

I'd let all the grown-ups alone;

For the babies would cry when my stories they'd

try,

And with their tears I'd mingle my own.

-JAMES LANE Allen.

TW

AT CARMEL-BY-THE-SEA

WO pelicans sat on a wave-washed rock,
While the sea-spray dashed them o'er.

Said one old pel. to the other old fel.,
"This splashing's a dreadful bore."
"Yes, old fel.," said the other old pel.,
"This is quite too wet for me."

So they heavily flopped from that slippery rock
For a swim in the nice dry sea.

-VERNON LYMAN KELLOGG.

SUZANNE'S MUSIC BOX

To the children of all time.

Words and Music by ALBERT SPALDING

IN

'N Suzanne's praise
I beg you raise

Your voices one and all!

Heartily, merrily,

Cheerily, joyously,

Sing for Suzanne's Wonderland!

etc.

GOD

FOR A.

OD of the daylight, love her,
And guard her tender ways!
Make gentle skies above her,
And give her sunny days!

God of the dark defend her,
And keep well in Thy sight
Her happy feet, and send her
The Kiss of sleep at night!

-JOHN GALSWORTHY.

FICKLE FORTUNE

POKER and bridge, young man,

A taxicab, young man.

But fortune is fickle;

Lost all but a nickel;

A "pay-as-you-enter," young man.

-DE WOLF HOPPER.

"LITHPING”

LEARNED child onth had a lithp.

Her thpeaking wath otherwithe crithp. She knew all about Marathon,

Thaxon, and Tharathen,

And Warthaw, and Ragathz, and Vithp.

-OWEN WISTER.

SONG AT TWILIGHT

THE

HE star is over the steeple,
The slug is under the sod,
And a peace is on the people
Asleep there, waiting for God.

The hare and her brown litter
Leap by the brooklet's bed,
And little birds still twitter
Though the great sun be dead.

-PERCY MACKAYE.

A FRIEND INDEED

HE is my friend who loves me true,

Whate'er I do;

Who loves me, and yet more than me,
What I might be;

Whose trust in me's not even stirred

By my own word;

Who's loyal to me even when I

Myself belie.

I think, with such a friend, I'd be
Even such as he.

-DR. FRANK CRANE.

A YOUNG MAN FROM CHICAGO'

HERE was a young man from Chicago,
Who tried to make all that he saw go

Into two hours' talk,

Which was drier than chalk

Though he called it a terse travelogo.

-BURTON HOLMES.