. Argo. gladdest notes;When he knows the gentle breezes in his cheeksll paint the red,An he sees the green leaves gossipin way up above his head;When the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of the little, leapin streamSounds like angel bells a-ringin in the dreams he used to dream;When he drinks the woodsy perfumes in long draughts like he would wine,Then he just leans back repeatin, |oyful-hke, Thy will is he just sits there absorbin all the good that God has done,Till the stars begin a-peepin in the heavens, one by forgets hes convalescin till at last comes to his earA soft voice a-callin,
. Argo. gladdest notes;When he knows the gentle breezes in his cheeksll paint the red,An he sees the green leaves gossipin way up above his head;When the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of the little, leapin streamSounds like angel bells a-ringin in the dreams he used to dream;When he drinks the woodsy perfumes in long draughts like he would wine,Then he just leans back repeatin, |oyful-hke, Thy will is he just sits there absorbin all the good that God has done,Till the stars begin a-peepin in the heavens, one by forgets hes convalescin till at last comes to his earA soft voice a-callin, anxious, Its too damp for you, my dear! An with arms around each other they stroll homeward, walkin slow, Like they used to walk when lovers in the days of long ago. When a fellers convalescin, oh! it kind o does him good To pick up a cane an hobble out to some cool, shady wood. But I dont believe its healin like the comin back at night, With the claspin arms, an silence, an the lovin hps pressed THE ARGO, i 9 i o •57 Slams and Soaks McNary—Would you scream it I kissed you ? Miss Mc—EE—Suppose you flatter yourself that I would be speechless with jov. (In the future) Shear, the new minister, to his wife—Do you think they approved ofmy sermon ? Wife—Oh, yes! I saw them all nodding. A visitor noticed Miss Patterson with a bundle of books under her arm and inquired:Dont those make you tired ; Oh, no, was the answer. I never read them. (Evolution of Mary McKees name)—Little Mary started to school, slate and pencil in and by she stopped the use of the slate and a tablet was substituted. She also dropped anr and May was her new name. High-school days increased her knowledge, also her name—now it was Mayme. College days were crowded full, and the little notes reached home-signed Mae. College days are passed and gone now. In a home of her own they squalland call her Ma. Mrs. Yetter—This table is so dusty I can write my name on —Isnt it wonder
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