the triangle; and if you
can't contribute anything at all to the music, get in step with it and
do the best job of marching in the army of the hopeful-hearted.

Sing a Little.

When the times are sad with sorrow,
Sing a little;
Things will brighten up tomorrow,
Sing a little;
And when all the world is gloomy and the storms around you roar,
Then stuff your heart with gladness and just sing a little more!

When you meet the bleak Decembers,
Sing a little;
There's a June each heart remembers,
Sing a little;
And if winter comes and lingers as he never did before,
Think of all the summer blossoms and then sing a little more!

If the cares of life oppress you,
Sing a little;
Joy will gladly come and bless you,
Sing a little;
And the Love that never wavers shall reward with happy store
While your heart is bright with sunshine and you sing a little more!

Remembered by Santa Claus.

"Well, what did Santa Claus bring you?" inquired Neighbor Jones of
Neighbor Smith on Christmas morning.

"Why, my wife got me a new silk dress and fur boa, my daughter bestowed
a fine pair of No. 6 kid gloves, and each of my sons contributed a pair
of skates and a sled. There is nothing like having Santa Claus remember
you well, is there?" answered Neighbor Smith.

They had both been there so often that they went off behind the barn and
took something to bring the sunshine in.

Evil Prophets.

The doleful prophets sadly say
That the world is going wrong;
But out yonder blooms the May
With its flowers and song.

The moaning brothers come and say
That the world is as dark as night;
But out yonder shines the day
With its laughing light.

O, brothers, don't you worry so!
Let us bravely march along;
The roses blossom where we go
Across the fields of song!

A New Year's Resolution.

I'm a New Year's Resolution:
I'm as good as good can be,
And the world will lose its follies
If 'twill only follow me!
I was sired by good intentions,
I was nursed with loving care,
Fully armed, like great Minerva,
From my birth to do and dare.

I'm a New Year's Resolution:
You can see me robed in white
Where the fortunes of the future
Men and nations come to write;
You have met my kith and kindred
As you struggled in the st