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jjt£ftNE§HH| |^gg^rtw^gigM|MKjajp^Bpag|FjB8eEag|g^^g^gj^>^g L 1a a ~? ? * • > . * 1 5 © ~ic<y*-, £'®n-4J I I ; % | f s — g ^ - ^ r n :i? H i AN OLD THE WOMAF WHO TJHDEB, S T A N D S . 1 I** FI T * ||v JL V/N (v-' /vv 11 2. 3- «Ik l( The violet b Lr is sw id so &r< ‘The rose is red, the violets b lu e/' Ah! those words, how sweet they seemed, I In those days pf gingham aprons, Hair in braids. W e sat and dreamed. -?IF S e ^ P s ____ S 2 - ^ S - S &g E i?2 - | ^ | | s g ~ o g o * § ^ c S ^ , c ~ G w ~ ^ g O « s H Ha? -*-*i >f la «a ^ *1 |C ^ Jj j,. *—- " c c CB £*~ta®,_ 5 " - g ^ c ur c g l c 0 ^ - § * § i-»c o a J a a «-» 5 c ® 5 <*»3 i * t - X « c - 2 ; jc_ o - O H ngJ M sy change the view. 1 But still m y heart To you is true. W hen roses fade, f t cAVUnVdI vYiiovilvevtOsi t|oivVo| Sugar is sand. H And so are you. ? - -r-JfcLandburg W ilson in Judgo. ? In the little old frante school house, k Where we- slyly hid from v>yiew, Pleading o’er that sweet ol<| love tale, “ Sugar is sweet and 0 are you. ft And I gaze with much emotion At the boyish scrawling line, A n PHER.BYHIMSELF Waddh lf@Bni? Woirdls IY^f \*>W7-r^BMMjWTT; To speak disparagingly to others of hose whom we call friends and who be­ll lieve in our friendship is discourteous as Ijw ell as disloyal. No true gentleman j levt?r permits himself to talk slightingly J of an absent friend; indeed, he keeps silence rather than speak ill of an enemy who is not preserit. And what is true of 'the well-bred man is equally true of the well-bred woman. Both believe in the ancient maxim, “ Speak no fivil of the dead or of the absent who are not here to defend themselves.” It is almost as bad as dispraise to speak apologetically of absent friends or to “damn them with faint praise.** If they are more talented and more suc­cessful than we are, all the more reason why we should not betray the envy of which we may be unconscious. “ I must feel pride in my friends' accomplish­ments as if they were my own,” said Emerson, who had a thorough compre­hension of the nobler courtesies of life. \\ v ir piioWhere sh„e waits.,.; to^ m a ^ e/y o a jWjtt/ you j | soul in her firm white hands— Somewhere the gods have made for you tb g j| W om an * W h o Understands! H the tide went out she found him j Lashed to a spar of Despair, I l f wreck of hig Ship around him— The wreck of his Dreams, in the air; mnd him and loved him and gathered The ®°ul of him close to her heart- prfCjffteg! ®°ui that had sailed an uncharted sea, nh sou! that had sought to win and be free— l\xfc of which she Was part! M W a there in the dusk she cried to the man, Win your battle—you can. you can I’ ’ JAY- “ The rose is red, the violets blu And “ will you be my Valentin Ah! I still that youthful face see As it passes into view, Through my school day retrospecti “ Sugar is sweet and so are yo -JAY* Years have gone* and that old Swe heart, Lies beneath the violets blue, But he leaves sweet recollections, “ Sugar is sweet and so are yo “ AUNT KATE.’ Hpn by Pate, unrelenting,- . , 4rred by the lashings of Chance; ifp Lis heart—unrepenting— gardened by Circumstance; l^dpwed by Failure ever, lursing, he would have died, SWt the touch of her hand, her warm,'strong hand, And her love of his soul took full command. Just at the turn of the tide! Standing beside him, filled With trust, “ W in!" she whispered, “ you must/ you must!" is (Helping and loving and guiding, Urging, when that Were best, Holding her fears in hiding Deep in her quiet breast; This is the woman who kept him True to his standards lost, . i When, tossed in the storm and stress of strife, He thought himself through with the game; of life- i ? ;? g - ? • . And ready to pay the cost. Watching and guarding, whispering still, * ‘W in! You can—and you will, you, Will !* This is the story of ages, > This is the woman’s way; Wiser than seers or sages, if ting ufi, day bW day; WSISSKh ? I (C o p yrig h t, 1922.) Rmmi I. ‘ Iimk m iBffisMfl