I wrote the verses of this booklet as special occaaionr dictated and am happy to dedicate them to my daughter Thaadora Adele Kellcr. The object of printing thia booklet is that it be aold and all money derived therefrom used for charity. Friendship There are so caIled friends who only pretend While on others you may always depend. Some will flatter to accomplish some gain, The ones you can trust, are ones to remain. Ftiends you can count in a different grade, Are those true, and those easily made. And friends that you Iike in a passing way, Are not like the ones that youre sure will stay. Friendship that is sought for some selfis11 end. Is that an which you can never depend. True friends cant be compared with our shadows, To foIlow us only when the sun glows. Friendship is one of the dearest treasures From which we derive our greatest pleasures. The rich can not monopolize that game, The poor can have and enjoy it the same. Loss of true ftiends, Iike the loss of an eye, Can not be replaced, however you try. So hold them, and fail not to telI them too-What their love, and their friendship means to you. It hurts to be injured in any way, Either mentally or physicaIIy But what can cause the mast anguish and pain, Is losing a friend you cannot regain. If youre a friend worth loving let him know, Befote his brow is tinged with sunset gIow. Dont wait till he dies some nice things to say Hed like to hear them. so say them to-day. My Granma Im jest a Iittle boy, what has red hair, An so many freckles, a11 brown they be. But my granma says Im buteful so there-Wont cry any more when boys lafi at me. My granmas hair is so soft an so white An she has big brown eyes that look at me, An smile an winks at me, when I do right But looks sorry, when Im bad as can be. My granmas seventy-six, shes not old She muses me, an tells me stories too, All bout boys growing strong an great an bold An bout some bear stories thats reelly true. One time when I was sliding down some hay-My granma said she did that when a girl. I asked her if shed slide. with me that day She did Iike anything, all in a whirl. Onct I cut my toe, it hurt Iike everything Ma said Go way Im busy making pie. But granma got a clean white rap and string-Sos to do my toe up, she said shed try. One time I hollered, got scared in the night, Ma said, I told you not to eat the cake-That youd have a bad dream, and get a fright-CO Lack to sleep, an dont keep me awake. Soons ma went away. then granma did come Said she was sorry X bad stomach ache. Brought in castoria and gave me some An stayed with me aII time I was awake. Wonder if all boys have any granma Praps all of em aint jest like mine you see. An paps some of em have jest a granpa But mines jest the nicest one that can be. M y Soul I sometimes feel such terrible hate, Could almost life. in my anger take When I cant find words that with express--The rage. the hatred. the mad distress. But why dash myself into the she017 And thus part company with my Soul Large sums of money could sometimes make, While gross advantage of others take Could fill my purse in dishonest ways. And live in luxury all my days. Gaining wealth, while from others I stole, But losing company with my Soul. Oft times my body is racked with pain, When relief from any source seems vain And think of all cases, mine the worse, Often fkel sorely tempted to curse. Surely my life is not like a maIe--J should keep company with my Soul. Am filled with conceit and foolish pride, Suffering poverty I deride Loving but self with a stony heart. W i h ca re of others taking no part. Living the life of an asss foaI. While parting company with my Soul...