There'll be something of care and somewhat of strife
And something of sin and shame!
But after the years and the toils they bring,
There'll be a time of joy,
If the heart stays sweet and the soul can sing,
So get in the game, by boy.

Got in the game of life, my boy,--
That is the game for all;
For the hazards are sweet and the days are rife
With the fortunes that rise and fall;
But after the losses the triumphs stand
Enemies can't destroy;
So get in the game with a full, clean hand,
So get in the game, by boy.

Get in the game of life, by boy!
That is the game men play,
And whether it's gladness or whether it's strife,
It lasts to the One Great Day;
The crowns and the stars and the laughs of love
Beckon with hands of joy,
Till the soul grows vast in the home above,--
So get in the game, my boy!

Caught on the Fly.

My son, this world has so much work to do that it has not even room for
a lazy man to sit down and rest. The hen that doesn't lay, the horse
that balks, and the cow that refuses to give down her milk, don't get up
to the feed-rack very long.

The Athletic Clubs are always inventing some new way of giving a big
strapping cub an adequate form of exercise, but the average farmer finds
more kinds of it than he wants when the crab grass gets busy.

It isn't every dude that wears patent leathers and parts his hair in the
middle, who hasn't sense enough to flag the bread-wagon when it comes
tearing down the pike.

Dreaming.

Let those who prefer it
Keep hatching their schemes,
But all through life's summer
I'll cherish my dreams!
Go on with your struggles,
Your worries and wrongs;
I'll camp with the lillies
And list to their songs.

I'll dream with the daisies
That sweeten the sod;
I'll dream with the roses
That whisper of God;
I'll dream with the wild birds
That sing of the right,
And out of the shadows
Dream garlands of light.

I'll dream through the darkness
Of sorrow and strife,
Till love brings the morning
And laurels the life;
And over the meadows
My happy feet roam,
Still dreaming, still dreaming,
Till Love takes me home!

A Jolly Good Game.

I.

You may talk as you please about Life's necromancy;--
'Tis a journey of smiles or of tears as you