Remembered by Santa Claus.
"Well, what did Santa Claus bring you?" inquired Neighbor Jones of Neighbor Smith on Christmas morning.
"Why, my wife got me a new silk dress and fur boa, my daughter bestowed a fine pair of No. 6 kid gloves, and each of my sons contributed a pair of skates and a sled. There is nothing like having Santa Claus remember you well, is there?" answered Neighbor Smith.
They had both been there so often that they went off behind the barn and took something to bring the sunshine in.
Evil Prophets.
The doleful prophets sadly say
That the world is going wrong;
But out yonder blooms the May
With its flowers and song.
The moaning brothers come and say
That the world is as dark as night;
But out yonder shines the day
With its laughing light.
O, brothers, don't you worry so!
Let us bravely march along;
The roses blossom where we go
Across the fields of song!