OH, MY! Words and Music by MRS. JULIAN EDWARDS. Once a fun ny, fat man, With a little, tin can, Ran to fill it with bran With the help of a fan; When a I have sympathy for the babies, but no knack of writing verses, so I fell back on my son, Charles, who is the family poet. I hope his verses will answer your good purpose. -THOMAS A. EDISON. PARENTAL DISCIPLINE T night when I've been awful bad AT I think of what I might have had The big folks got such queer ideas Of just what's "good" or "naughty," 'Cause what is "good" for kids my age Is "bad" for folks that's forty. So till they get things straightened out But, gee, SHYNESS WHEN I was small, my blackest doom Was strangers in the drawing-room; I couldn't tell you how I used -JULIET WILBOR TOMPKINS. TH NAMES HE little girls on our street, Have lovely names like Marguerite And though my parents had them all My mother smiles at pretty names She says that no colonial dames Had names at all like those. Why didn't they have lovely names? No wonder people tease To hear her call me from our games, "Come, Abigail Louise!" My mother says I should be proud NAMES (Continued) To change her awful name? When I have children they shall get Nice names like Pearl or Violet, Not Abigail Louise. -THEODOSIA GARRISON. THE ROSE TO THE LILY HAT of the rose WHA When the night wind blows? She dreams little poems that nobody knows; And into the ear Of the lily-bud near She sings little melodies no one can hear. -MRS. SCHUYLER Van Rensselaer. |