LIFE AND MEN.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXIV, Issue 3342, 26 November 1934, Page 7

LIFE AND MEN.

Life has but little for the man who builds his dreams on gold And all the little glittering gems he fancies good to hold. For joys are made of gentler stuff, like beauty, song and mirth. And all the countless lovely things God made to deck the earth.

Life has but little for the man who shuts his eyes to flowers And sees but money everywhere throughout his waking hours; For money has a slippery way and it is hard to keep, But beauty never plays men false and friendship’s roots lie deep.

Life has a store of riches for the man who looks about; An endless treasury of charms for him who’ll seek it out. The birds are his to understand, and every wood and stream Has pleasure to bestow on him if he but friendly seem.

Life holds but little for the man who thinks in terms of gold. But he who keeps an open mind finds treasures he can hold; There’s beauty here to cheer his soul and friends on every side. Unless his eyes arc blinded by the lure of wealth and pride.

Basham, the boxer, had been signed up to fight a huge negro. On the eve of the match his backer nodded towards Basham’s room and inquired of his trainer: “Fit?” “Yus,” came the retort. “ B’s in one now. ’E’s just seen ’is opponent.”

Abey; “How much vill ve be charged for seats in this park, Rachel, darling?” Rachel: “Twopence each, Abey love.”

Abey: “Veil, if you sit on my knee you vill only have to pay half of mine, Rachel, darling.”

Captain: “Will you join our cricket club, sir?” New Resident: “Well, really, I’m afraid I know absolutely nothing about the game. T couldn’t do anything but umpire.