Slap Him On the Back BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. If you should meet unfurled, fellow-man with trouble's flag An' lookin' like he didn't have a friend in all the world, Go up and slap him on the back, and holler, "How d' you do?" And grasp his hand so warm he'll know he has a friend in you. Then ask what's hurtin' him, and laugh his cares away, And tell him that the darkest night is just before the day. Don't talk in graveyard palaver, but say it right out loud That God will sprinkle sunshine in the trail of every cloud. This world at best is but a hash of pleasure and of pain,— Some days are bright and sunny, and some all splashed with rain,— And that's just how it ought to be, for when the clouds roll by We'll know just how to 'preciate the bright and smiling sky. So learn to take it as it comes, and don't sweat at the pores Because the Lord's opinion dosn't coincide with yours; But always keep rememberin', when cares your path enshroud, That God has lots of sunshine to spill behind the cloud. Concerning George They tell us that George Washington In which respect George Washington But if 'tis true he couldn't lie— And lots of folks have said it- Now, here are we, and unlike George, We can spin fairy tales galore With modern boys and modern girls, He couldn't tell a single lie With accent on the couldn't." The Universal Habit* BY STRICKLAND W. GILLILAN. I saw her go shopping in stylish attire, And she felt Of her belt At the back. Her step was as free as a springy steel wire, As she felt Of her belt At the back. She wondered if all those contraptions there So she felt Of her belt At the back. * From "Including Finnigan." Copyright, 1908, by Strickland W. Gillilan. Pearson Brothers, Publishers. I saw her at church as she entered her pew, And she felt Of her belt At the back. She had on a skirt that was rustly and new, Of her belt At the back. She fidgeted 'round while the first hymn was read; Of her belt At the back. Jack told her one night that he loved her like mad, And she felt For her belt At the back. She didn't look sorry, she didn't look glad; Just looked like she thought: "Well, that wasn't' so bad!" As she felt For her belt At the back. And-well, I don't think 'twas a great deal of harm, For what should the maiden have found but Jack's arm, When she felt For her belt At the back? Additional List of Encores The following encores have been printed in The Speaker. The figure after the title indicates the number of The Speaker in which the selection will be found: The Cushville Hop. Ben King ... The Shave-store. Edmund Vance Cooke. The Moo-Cow-Moo. E. V. Cooke... The Owl and the Pussy Cat. E. Lear. The Usual Way. F. E. Weatherly. What He Got Out of It. S. E. Kiser. The Cornet. O. W. Holmes.. Da 'Mericana Girl. T. A. Daly... At Dancing School The Old Boys in the Dance. F. L. Stanton.. A Nautical Extravagance. W. Irwin. Little Girl of Gettysburg. H. Tyrrell.. Rock-a-by-Land. E. A. Brininstool. A Dance at the Ranch. The Pretty Maid of Kissimmee. Benton.. ... When Paw Was a Boy. S. E. Kiser. I I I I 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 6 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 8 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 II II II |