"SOME" HAND.

Observer, Volume XL, Issue 8, 25 October 1919, Page 28

"SOME" HAND.

If I might hold that hand again, Clasped lovingly in mine, I'd little care what others sought, That hand I held lang syne. That hand so warm, so warm it was and soft, Soft; ne'er so soft a thing, Ah me, I'll hold it ne'er again. Ace, Ten, Knave, Queen, and King. $ $ ®

DON'T YOU CARE?

When a girl makes a fool of you. sonny, Don't take it too seriously. It is probably well worth the money To know what a dolt you can be. If you look at it right, it's just funny, Makes you feel like the dickens? What then? i has happened to all of us, sonny— To the best and the wisest of men. .'ml the very best antidote, sonny. When a maiden thus makes you feel blue. Is to hunt up some other sweet honey And let her make a fool of you too! # $ ® . x I look upon the changes that the passing yeaTs have wrought, At the bent and shrunken figure, comes a saddened, reverend thought; How the wearied feet, slow passing, pierced by stones on life's rough road. • ' ... Soon shall gain a heavenly portal, finding rest at last with God. Mother, o'er your faded (features rests a light more bright to me Than the brightest ray of sunlight shining on the distant sea! For it tells of battle conquered— patience, hope, denial sweet— While the grave smile round your lips dear, makes the picture quite complete.—"Casabella."