When Day is Done

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Reilly and Lee Company, 1921 - American poetry - 191 pages
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Page 145 - If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along, If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the strong, If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me, And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it would be!
Page 48 - Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench, " Let me tell you this," and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench; " Don't talk to me of the bourjoissee, don't open your mouth to speak Of your socialists or
Page 96 - A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that. She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat; One minute it's laughter, the next it's a cry — You can't understand her, however you try; But there's one thing about her
Page 49 - His Stomach What's the matter with you — ain'tI always been your friend? Ain'tI been a pardner to you? All my pennies don'tI spend In gettin' nice things for you? Don'tI give you lots of cake? Say, stummick, what's the matter, that you had to go an
Page 146 - It's giving and doing for somebody else—on that all life's splendor depends, And the joy of this world, when you've summed it all up, is found in the making of friends.
Page 48 - his wrench in a forceful way, " O' the cunning creed o' some Russian 'breed; I stand for the USA! I'm done with your fads, and your wild-eyed lads. Don't flourish your rag o
Page 166 - of mind; It's being faithful to your friends, and to the stranger, kind; It's in the children whom you love, and all they learn from you— Success depends on character and everything you do.
Page 49 - to you? All my pennies don'tI spend In gettin' nice things for you? Don'tI give you lots of cake? Say, stummick, what's the matter, that you had to go an
Page 48 - Don't talk to me of the bourjoissee, don't open your mouth to speak Of your socialists or your anarchists, don't mention the bolsheveek, For I've had enough of this foreign stuff, I'm sick as a man can be Of the speech of hate, and I'm tellin' you straight that this is the land for me! "If you want to brag, just take that flag an
Page 56 - If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine, I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine. But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer, And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here. Here's the glorious land of Freedom! Here's the milk and honey goal For the peasant out of Russia, for the

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