PHILOSOPHY FOR CROAKERS Many people seem to get pleasure in seeing all the bad there is, and in making everything about them gloomy. They are like the old woman who on being asked how her health was, replied: 'Thank the Lord, I'm poorly.'
Some folks git a heap o' pleasure
Out o' lookin' glum;
Hoard their cares like it was treasure--
Fear they won't have some.
Wear black border on their spirit;
Hang their hopes with crape;
Future's gloomy and they fear it,
Sure there's no escape.
Now there ain't no use of whining
Weightin' joy with lead;
There is silver in the linin'
Somewhere on ahead.
Can't enjoy the sun to-day--
