Oklahoma Sunshine Part 39

Life's Way.

When the heart grows weary Of the storm and strife, Don't you worry, dearie, 'Tis the way of life!

'Tis the way we wander Through the world of wrong; Sorrow makes us fonder Of the smile and song.

Don't you weep or weary At the storm and strife: Love shall lead us, dearie, Through this tangled life!

Caught on the Fly.

Some one's contrariness is responsible for nine-tenths of life's tragedies.

Popularity is an ice-box where men are preserved in cold storage against the fickle mob's changes in temperature.

When you board the train of life for the city of happiness, don't let Conductor Sorrow ring the bell and drop you off at the wrong station.

Check your baggage through, and don't use the sleeping-car too much.

Uncle Joe and Statehood.

(Note: The press dispatches indicate that Uncle Joe Cannon, Speaker of the House of Representatives, is doing all he can to defeat the Statehood bill.)

If Uncle Joe'd come off the perch and let us build a state We'd resolute to beat the band and call him wise and great; We'd hand him taffy, chunk on chunk, and sling the sugar out Till that old duffer'd surely think he's what you read about: But your Uncle Joe is mighty and he has a stubborn will, And he's done malicious murder to the Statehood bill!

It is true the bill is faulty; it is true if we'd our way, It would need a lot of fixing ere it saw the light of day; But we beggars are not choosers, and just any sort of state Now would set the anvils roaring when we came to celebrate; And we think he's small potatoes and quite scanty in the hill When he sets himself to knocking on the Statehood bill!

If he'd just be rather friendly, we would praise him up a bit And we'd give him such a jolly that he'd lose his nerve and quit; But he carries him so haughty and he bangs his hands so loud That he scares the day-lights out us and he frightens all the crowd; And whate'er his plan or purpose, it is plain he's bound to kill That sweet child of all the statesmen that we call the Statehood bill!

If he'd listen to our troubles and his haughtiness relax, Then the bill we love and cherish would escape the butcher's ax But with him across the pathway, it as plain as day appears That our hopes are only rainbows and we chase them down the years; Oh, we wish him every gladness and we never wish him ill, But we hope he'll quit his meanness to the Statehood bill!

Uncle Joey! Uncle Joey! Won't you for the once be good?

Won't you let us find fruition for the hopes misunderstood?

If you'll only mend your manners and repenting let us in We will jolly you forever, we will pat your cheek and chin; Or we'll lay for you till doom's-day and we'll then be hoping still That the boys will overrule you and will save the Statehood bill!

Small Bills.

"Is the Legislature pa.s.sing any big bills?" inquired Weston.

"No I think not," said Preston. "I was over there the other day, and I couldn't even hear the crinkle of one bigger than $10!"

Caught on the Fly.

The homely virtues may be old, but they are still young enough to carry the world's burdens.

The crust on the pie at a charity dinner may be long, but it covers a mult.i.tude of culinary sins.

Every good thing in this world costs money; and since experience is the best thing of life it is always expensive, also.

The Sunny Side.

Oh, no matter what the weeping, Or what awful ills betide!

Let us walk the ways of gladness On the happy, sunny side!

When the sorrows come and settle With their tears and cares and pride, Don't believe their tales of sadness, For there's still a sunny side!

What's the use to go to weeping When the shadows wander wide?

For the sun is s.h.i.+ning somewhere And there's yet a sunny side!

It's no diff'rence what the weather, What the flow of wind or tide; There's the holy joy of living And G.o.d keeps a sunny side!

Keep Busy.

Don't sit down so lonesome Through the speeding years; Drink the wines of gladness And forget the tears.

Life goes down the distance Swift as eagle's flight; Stop to say "Good-morning."

And it ends "Good-night!"

Wait Awhile.