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[Newspaper clipping]

BE HAPPY
Smile young feller, dent your
face,
Wrinkle up your map.
Give your eyes a chance to
squint,
Cut the sigh and gap,
Give yourself a hearty laugh,
it doesn't cost a cent,
Still it's worth far more than
gold--

Good Old Merriment.

My Alarm Clock
Two roseleaf lips that brush my
cheek with touch of velvet
wing,
Two chubby arms that steal around
my neck and tightly cling,
A tousled head of gold that snug-
gles close within my arm,
A small voice whispering "Mother,
Dear"--
My best beloved Alarm.

ELIZABETH GEORGE.