"The Lord is good to me!" How slight
The gifts of God we grateful bless,
While countless treasures of delight
Escape the praise of thankfulness!
Through days of sunshine and of rain,
Through nights of griefs and rhapsody,
How I forget with high disdain
How much the Lord is good to me!
Caught on the Fly.
In these days of beef trust domination, every man is known by the breakfast food he [eats].
The charity that covers a multitude of sins generally runs mighty short of blankets in the winter time.
Fishing poles are now out of date, but the candidates are bidding mighty lively for the pole that is long enough to reach the persimmon.
A Doubtful Voter.
"Well, Jimmy, how's your Pa getting along with his corn-shucking and cotton picking?" inquired Bill Smith of his neighbor's son, which neighbor was noted for his industry and thrifty habits.