ARTHUR GUITERMAN

Admitting Error clears the Score, And proves you Wiser than before.

Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. 'How are you' is a greeting, not a question.

The Pilgrims landed, worthy men, And saved from wreck on raging seas;, They fell upon their knees, and then Upon the aborigines.

Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.

Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.

When "Do no Evil" has been understood, Then learn the harder, braver rule, "Do Good.

In life as in football, fall forward when you fall.

The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.

God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!

Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.

Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.

Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!

It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

It takes a bee to get the honey out

He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.