"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.