The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-12-24
Filling Space
BY A.. NOBODY
When the Folks We Touch in Passing Leaves
Than We Met
BY A. NOBODY


When the folks touch in passing leaves better than
met
Life will hold rich compensation, you bet then
All and troubles and we'll forget
And be proud of the worlds and it's
Days won't be dark and dreary there be sunshine
where,
Well put away the fears that upset;
And the smile give to others will be some akin to
prayer,
When the folks touch in passing leaves better that
met
When the folks we touch in passing leaves us better that
met
Our laugh of sweet contenment will overthrow the DEVILS
wes
And we will form a union that will puts ban on fret,
The Amalgamated Order of-JUST SMILES
There be lots of for laughter and lots of for
And we won't sit down grieve with lashes wet;
Hearts will be filled with gladness therel be
for defeat
When the folks touch in passing leaves better that
met.
Me husband gave the best Christmas present I've
ever had in me life," said Mrs. OGrady she hung
Home Sweet Home the WALL II have the peace
that passes understanding he day before Christmas
sent to Saltwater"
Isn't it great that ignorant of our ignorance If
we realized how much edo not know, of us
wouldn't risk being alone with ourselves five minutes with
out dictionary.
Pray, if you WILL but let your prayer be of thanks
thank God that you did not get your just dues The
trouble with prayers lie in the fact that they mostly
petitions always begging God to dofor what
able do for ourselves And we but hamper the business
of heaven if pray for favor before
exhausted
Boston version of ''Our Fall": Had you let per-
suasiveness take precedence of combatveness you would
amidst this spirit of Yuetde be ucarcerated nsttu
tionally. Our little compromise ken,
judicious and then.
The Love that woman gives is strong. The Faith
that has is holy. In time while here, have
known few men, loyal to principle true to ideal,
who gave their fellow prisoners love- service that
compares with that which give What miracle is
this That men, brought up the gutter, bond
of friendship that hell fear of death cannot
Thinking of this, wont to say: Such bond
sprung from Nothing and Christ's death not in
vain.
Learn industry and practice economy said of
leading lights Pshaw! we can't all be country editors
Bingham Gowned Grille, Go Home
(Our Weakly Hit
A little country assie, growing weary Of the farm,
Sought the city for to 60 upon the stage;
She dreamp that country girls could meet with
The chorus girls she heard were all the rage.
She landed up Broadwayevery chap she met nice,
They wined her and they dined her day and night:
Until the right chap and said: Grille take my advice,
And 60 home, go home right while you right.
CHORUS
Go home bingham gowned grille
Back to the farm peacherine
Go back to where they hit the hay early
And you've got every chance keep clean;
Nature gave you the form of Venus
But it wasn't meant to pose Saome;
Get away from the glare and the sin poisoned air
bingham gowned grille go home.
There girls OH many, who just sweet you
When they left their country home for life in town;
At first they feel ashamed of things the folks Broad.
way do,
But they don't go home-lke others they slip down.
What there here equal your home where there is love?
What's here to satisfy the price you pay?
Would you barter your fair grhood-your hope heaven
above
For the emptiness and lies of a white wayo?