It adds naught to our pleasure,
And yet we light without a fight
On this quiet, doubtful treasure
But when a lad's in search of scads,
Or love, or fame, or dinner,
He has to work just like a Turk,
Or he'll not prove a winner.
It is not hard for any hard
To grind out rimes like this:
But it's some trick to make folks stick
And patiently to listen.
So, fancy-led, if you have read
All that has here been written,
I must believe, how you grieve,
The light chord I have smitten.
The Virginian Snys
If Carranza sprouted good intentions and
ordinary common sense as freely as he does
words and whiskers there would be small difficulty in settling this Mexican problem, once
for all.
Shakespeare's "The rest is silence."
Hamlet, v. 2.
For the late-returning
"Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops."
-Romeo and Juliet, ill. 5.
For the doubting lover
"Oh! Of course, my lot of jealousy,
It's the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on
- Othello, ill.
For the corpulent:
"Oh, that this is the solid flesh would melt:
Thaw, and resolve itself into  A flew
Hamlet, I. 2.
For all of us.
"They say best men are molded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more than?
Better
For being a little bad."
Measure for Measure, v 1.
One of Miller Manners.
Charles V. Johnston, of Radford, candidate
for state Treasurer, called on State Auditor C. 