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535 Romono Street Polo Alto, Colifornio

R. L. Stevenson Gives Thqnks

"We thank Thee for this place in which we dwell; for the love that unites us; for the peace accorded us this day; for the hope with wrhich we expect the morrow; for the health, the work, the food, and the bright skies that make our life delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth, and our friendly helpers in this foreign isle. Give us courage, and gaiety, and the quiet mind. Spare us to our friends, soften us to our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors. If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that wh.ich is to come, that we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune and down to the gates of death, loyal and one to another.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

she siill Didn'r Know

A very nice old lady said to her granddaughter:

"My dear, I wish you would do something for me. I wish you would promise me never to use two words. One is swell, the other is lousy. Would you promise me tihat?"

"Sure, Granny," said the girl. "What are the words?"

The Set of rhe Sqil

not the gale That determines the way they go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we journey along through life, 'Tis the set of the qoul that 'determines the goal, And not the storm and strife.

-(Author Unknown)

Literory

The bride of a struggling young writer was the big success of the evening, and all the men at the party elbowed each other to dance with her.

"She's charming, old boy," the host said enthusiastically. to the husband, "and her dress is a poem."

"Not one poem," answered the young writer gloomily; "sixteen poems, five short stories and nine articles."

In Xonodu

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree, Wtrere Alph, the sacred river, ran Through. caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sleep?

"I never felt so punk in my life."

"Do any drinking last night?"

"Plenty. But when I went to bed I felt fine. When I woke up I felt terrible. It must have been the sleep ttrat did it."

A Weover

I am a weaver of golden cloth, Singing old songs, I weave A fabric to wrap round a thousand dreams, When the long blue shadows leave..

The smile of a girl in organdy, The touch of a small white hand, A winding road in Normandy, Where the tall white birches stand.

T&e path of a tear that traced away Down a cheek I would have kissed, The starlight of a night in May, Red lips and meadow mist.

These things are golden: I weave them, Mindless of pattern or form, Into the fragment cloth of gold That keeps the old dreams warm.

h Depended

Judge: "You say you have known this defendant all your life? Then tell the jury if you think he would be guilty of stealing this money?"

Witness: "How much was it?"

fUlqdqme Fee on Love

"However dul'l a woman may be, she will understand all there is in love; however intelligent a man may be, he will never know but half of it."