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THE LOVING CUP
Original Toasts by Original Folks
THE LOVING CUP
FIE Loving Cup—We fill it up With happiness and song, With cheer
and smile and jolly while All things that here belong.
We pour them in—all things akin,
To fill it to the brim; It all is glad—there's nothing sad,
For sorrow cannot swim.
So here it is —'Tis mine and his ;
May every wish come true. We fill it up —The Loving Cup —
And pass it on to You!
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THE FOLKS WHO SAY IT AND MEAN IT
Eighth Edition
Copyright, 1909
By P. F. Volland $ Co.
Chicago
BY WAY OF THANKS
flfO far as the Editor knows, there never has been f published a
book containing purely original toasts. For that reason he is very
grateful to the hale good folk who so readily and willingly
furnished him the sentiments he requested from them. Considerable
experience as a participant in public dinners— as a diner—has
convinced the Editor that in this our world of today we have orators
and wits who are as clever as any whose names have been enshrined in
history or in anecdote. The Editor believes the contents of this
little book sustain his assertion. So far as he knows, none of the
toasts herein printed have ever before been published in book form,
if in any other way. And for that reason, also, he is grateful to
the authors. It is no wonder that after-dinner speaking in America
is of a higher degree of excellence than that of any other land,
when we find a host of prominent men and women who graciously drop
their daily work long enough to write for us some bit of verse or
prose that makes us either smile or sigh, but alwajrs goes to the
heart.
We do not think this is as complete a collection of original
toasts as will yet be made. Beyond doubt every reader of this book
has his favorite sentiment or toast—his own personal expression of
friendship, good-fellowship, good cheer, optimism, or any of the
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other elements of gladness in the world. If he will write it and
send it to the Editor, at the address of the publisher, he will be
doing a kindness not only to us, but to his fellows. Good-fellowship
is like a loving cup; it must be passed around to make it of value.
It cannot be an individual possession; it must be shared with all.
Mr. James Montgomery Flagg, when called upon, arose from his seat
at the speakers' table and expressed himself thus:
A TOAST TO NERVE
Here's to the nerve of old Daniel, Of Peary, and Blondin, who've
passed; But the nerve of our Wilbur D. Nesbit Has got 'em all lashed
to the mast!
However, here's to Flagg—long may he waive!
And here's to the good folk who have made this book, to those who
permitted us to use their names and to those who preferred modest
anon}Tmity. May even splendid wish, every blessing, every sunlit bit
of gladness they have wished for others be given to them a thousand
fold.
—The Editor.
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V.
Original Toasts by Original Folks
ONE PORTION OF TOAST
OU ask a little Toast of me? Why yes!
I'll specially prepare a bit for you. I'll bake a nice fresh Loaf
of Friendliness,
And when 'tis done I'll cut a slice or two, And on the Fires of
Fellowship and Cheer,
Fanned by the Breeze of Steadfastness in Storm, This will I
grille till toasted it appear,
And on the Cloth of Good-Will serve it warm.
—John Kendrick Bangs.
GIVING AND KEEPING
"7»HE love you give away is the only love you keep. *-*
—Elbert Hubbard.
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TO MAN AND WOMAN
*| ERE'S to man—he can afford anything he can *"* get. Here's
to woman—she can afford anything that she can get a man to get for
her.
—George Ade. 7
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THE SOUL AND SELF
*p|HE very best and worst of us " Are more alike than
different; The last, before the first of us,
Shall march in God's great plans; Wherefore, in all good sanity,
I offer you this sentiment: The Heaven of Humanity,
God's Fellowship and Man's!
— Wallace Rice.
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A TOAST FROM THE RANGE
JERE'S to all the good fellows of yesterday who rode on the spur
and not on the bit, but may others—oh well,—let it go. —Frederick
Remington.
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TO THE KIDS '/•JOAST a tyrant band,—skoel in sacred chorus!
Slaves to our command,—czars who trample o'er us. Devotees of
wrath; source of half our troubles; In whose cyclone path cost of
living doubles, Harmless as the doves; butts of fierce invective;
Life's true spice, and Love's unconfessed objective, Gods of our
best selves, bidding us confess 'em; Fairyland's true elves,—TO OUR
KIDS, GOD BLESS 'EM! —Burgcs Johnson.
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US AND THE OTHERS
CERE'S to us, and all of us, and each of us that's here, \nd
here's to all we each would have a-drinking with
us here. —James Blomfield.
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TO BOHEMIA
KERE'S to Bohemia. Let us drink it with a vim, And drown the
petty cankers that try to make life dim. Fill the cup to
overflowing. Have done with every
care, And laughing drain the tankard Each other's joys to share.
—Bruce Amsbary.
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TO JULIA WARD HOWE
(Written in response to a call for a four-line contribution, from
the members of the Boston Authors' Club, on Mrs. Julia Ward Howe's
86th birthday.)
\0T Oldt Fader time must be cutting some
* dricks,
When he calls our good Bresident's age Eighty-sis.
An Octogeranium! Who would suppose?
My dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe the time goes!
—Chas. Follen Adams.
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OPTIMISTIC BILL
TAKE yo' pile on jus' one die 'N if yo' lose don' whine 'n cry
S'pose the game don' come out right Sure to win some other night
Buck up, be a spc't
If de mare yo' backed to win Broke her gait 'n yo' los' yo' tin,
Hoi' yo' head up good 'n' high You'll wear di'mon's by and b}',
Buck up, be a spo't!
If }To' honey throws yo' down, TVont help none to mope 'n frown.
Other gals as sweet as Sue Dyin' to grab holt o' yo'!
Buck up, be a spo't!
—Elizabeth Gordon.
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TO MYSELF
"fTOU'VE heard of Jim, *» You know of Sim, And other Fords of
high degree, But Sim's a slat, And Jim is fat, And—the only really
classy Ford is me.
—Sewell Ford.
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TO THE ABSENT ONES
BET us drink to those who are not with us tonight. May some taste
of our cheer and merriment come to those who, for one reason or
another, could not join us; may those whom business called away meet
success in their endeavors; may those whom love called away be
crowned with happiness; may those whom illness has kept from us have
the blessing of good health, and that speedily. And to those who are
in far countries, may the subtle current of friendship carry to them
our heart-born messages of fellowship and faith. And to those who
are in that "far, far country," whose voices it seems at times we
can almost hear in the murmuring of the breeze at twilight, in the
laughter of the breeze at dawn; whose faces come to us in the dreams
that hold us through the long hours when we sit and think upon old
times, in the inglenook; whose hands we sometimes almost touch as we
reach to the dim veil that hangs between this our world and that
world of theirs beyond the mountain peaks that stand between time
and eternity —to them let us drink the love and friendship which,
because it is love and friendship, is as eternal as the stars and as
undying as the soul. Let us send to them over and over every happy
word and thought, every smile, every gladness they gave us while
they were with us, for to them it is given to know that when we are
happy here they may be happier there. God bless them! The absent
ones who are alwa3*s with us!
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TO OUR ANCESTORS
TPtERE'S to our fathers and our mothers: " The pioneers, the
brave and
Cheerful souls who built
Their cabins in the clearings
And watched the smoke curl up
In the great wide sky,
And felt just as patriotic for
Their humble, rustic homes
As e'er did Princes for their castles
Or millionaires for mansions grand.
—Robert G. Cousins.
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A TOAST ERE'S to thee and thine,
And to me and mine, Good Fellowship— Good Friendship— For all ye
time. —Maclyn Arbuckle.
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HERE'S TO IT
"r"v ERE'S to "something-or-other" from you— """ A nod or a
smile, or a clasp of your hand; Even a kindly thought will do—
So long as its "something-or-other" from you.
—R. H. Davis.
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THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ztHE American people! The mightiest force
for %2 good the ages have evolved! They began as children of
liberty. They believed in God and His providence. They took truth
and justice and tolerance as their eternal ideals and marched
fearlessly forward. Wildernesses stretched before them—they subdued
them. Mountains rose—they crossed them. Deserts obstructed—they
passed them. Their faith failed them not, and a continent was
theirs. From ocean to ocean cities rose, fields blossomed, railroads
ran; but everywhere church and school were permanent proof that the
principles of their origin were the life of their maturity. God did
not make the American people the mightiest human force of all time
simply to feed and die. He did not give them the brain of
organization and the heart of domination to no purpose and no end.
God's work for us in the world is not finished; His future missions
for the American people will be grander than any He has given us,
nobler than we now can comprehend. And these tasks as they come we
will accept and accomplish as our fathers accomplished
theirs.—Albert J. Beveridge.
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TO THE CHRISTY GIRL " ^RE'S to my girl—whose face would stop
aclock! *"*■ It is so very fair, that even time would linger
there." —Howard Chandler Christy.
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THE LAST AND BEST
"THERE'S to your last girl,
■*"*• Here's to your best girl, Here's to the last and the best;
Here's to the old loves, Here's to the new love, Here's to the one
who has cost you the rest. You may sometimes forget them, Sometimes
regret them, Dreaming of nights that are gone; May your last girl Be
your best girl; Here's to both in one. —Will M. Hough.
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THE HELPERS Tj"ET us pay tribute and do honor to our great
mu-■" sicians, our great physicians and our great philosophers.
They have brightened our lives, lightened our ills and heightened
our understanding. Yet let us not forget that there is no music like
to love, no physician like to laughter, and no better philosophy
than the philosophy of good cheer.
—James Elliott Defebaugh.
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GOOD COACHING
"PBTfTN if you can, lose if you must; but learn to take your
whippings without a whimper.
—Walter Camp-
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A VAGROM TOAST
CERE'S to you whom I never knew! I have waited for you at many a
corner and have caught glimpses f you far ahead of me in many
highways and lanes. You have, in gipsy fashion, left green boughs to
mark the trail for me where the ways part. You have sent me cheering
messages by returning comrades, and at times I have caught whiffs of
your pipe or heard echoes of vour song, as you marched blithely
ahead of me in the red dawn or gray, star-filled dusk. We never meet
or clasp hands but you are as true as a shadow : I never doubt or
question you. You lead me like a winged hope over many a weary mile.
So here's to you — peace and love to you, wherever you are tonight,
my best of friends—the friend I never had.
— Meredith Nicholson.
SO BE IT!
/T\AY your loving cup be always brimming full, with ** never an
enemy to jog your elbow and make the cup spill over.
— Edwin 0. Graver.
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FROM THE "REAL BOY."
XT ain't the feller whitch can sware the fearfulest " that is
the best fiter.
—Henry A. Shute.
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THE TOAST OF MERRIMENT
GOOD humor, let's have more of it, Let's spice the wine of life
with wit, The little day we tarry here Let flow the sunshine of good
cheer; Find not in sober sense such zest, We have no time for quip
or jest, Nor o'er our tasks so roundly bent We drink no toast to
Merriment.
Oh, you whose sober self is gowned With gloom, and who so oft has
frowned A smile would scarce find resting place Upon your worn and
wrinkled face, Let loose a laugh to tell the world Your heart's
dried substance has not curled Like a wormed nut, to rattle in Your
mouldy shell of bone and skin.
And you whose soul is so engrossed With duns and dollars, drink
the toast And let your honest laughter teach Your stunted sense the
sweeter speech Of merriment. From your tired head Remove the
gallows-hood of dread Lest you should miss a wage or fee, And wear
this cap and bells with me.
A thousand years your mummied skin Will have no seed of laughter
in, And in your sober grave find rest All undisturbed of quip or
jest; So be not sullen, sordid, dull, An ever walking funeral. But
laugh, for you and Laughter, when You part may never meet again!
—James W. Foley.
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TO CALPURNIA
HERE'S to Mrs. Caesar—a good woman, but misguided. She wanted to
be above suspicion. She should have been above Caesar.
—George Ade.
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A WISH FOR YOU
HEN fulfillment has crowned every wish you could wish; When full
to the brim and o'erflowing the dish Held out for your joys; when
your every prayer Has brought in reply all you asked—and to spare;
When the world has done all the kind things that it
could to you, May it then have but barely begun to be good to
you!
—Strickland GiUUan.
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TO THE BANQUETER
OD be praised for banquets, and the spirit of ban.
quets! It is only at them that everybody's views are right; that
everybody is the friend of everybody present; that no man has a
grievance or a bitter mem-ory or a revengeful thought; that all are
eloquent and all attentive. No man without a good digestion and the
good fellowship to imbibe the true spirit of the banquet board
belongs there. Without these he had better stay at home, for he is
no better than a fly in the milk jug if he is a banqueter with
dyspepsia, or cynicism, or opinion:—He spoils the good thing he
cannot enjoy or appreciate. —John S. Wise.
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THE PARADISE FLAT TOAST
AY our house always be too small to hold all our friends.
—Myrtle Reed.
TO HUMANITY—MINUS ONE
O all-embracing is my love For thee, my fellow men, The wine-cup
I would hold above
And drain and drain again; One and one only halts my glass— Who
posts this sign: "Keep Off the Grass."
—Arthur Chapman.
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TO THE AMUSING ANECDOTE
BERE'S to the joke, the good old joke, The joke that our fathers
told; It is ready tonight and is jolly and bright
A8 it was in the days of old. When Adam was young it was on his
tongue,
And Noah got in the swim By telling the jest as the brightest and
best
That ever happened to him. So here's to the joke, the good old
joke—
We'll hear it again tonight. It's health we will quaff; that will
help us to laugh And to treat it in manner polite.
— Lew Dochstader.
ALL IS VANITY
""aBTLL, all is vanitj7," the preacher sighs; '-"*» And in this
world what has more right than wrong ? Come! let us hush remembrance
with a song, And learn with Folly to be glad and wise.
—Madison Cawein.
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TP some people were as good as they are agreeable, and some
people were as agreeable as they are good, the world would be a much
better place to live m-
—C.E.Kremer.
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"wrERE'S to those who live on because—they have *** died-
—Anna Morgan.
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TO ONE'S GOOD FRIENDS
"»cO, brother, it's the handclasp and the good word
<*-C and the smile
That do the most and help the most to make the world worth while!
It's all of us together, or it's only you and I—
A ringing song of friendship, and the heart beats high;
A ringing song of friendship, and a word or two of cheer,
Then all the world is gladder and the bending sky is clear.
It's you and I together—and we're brothers one and all
Whenever through good fellowship we hear the subtle call,
Whenever in the ruck of things we grip the helping hand
Or see the deeper glow that none but we may understand—
Then all the world is good to us, and all is worth the while;
Ho, brother, it's the handclasp and the good word and the smile!
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DECEIVERS EVER
<«CERE is to her who's good as a saint, If Whose words and good
deeds plainly show it, A here's to the fair little charmer who ain't
Though she never permits us to know it.
* ■* t —S. E. Riser.
HERE'S TO A PARD /#£HEN here's to the man on trail this night;
may %J his dogs keep their legs; may his grub hold out; and may his
matches never miss fire.
j» tjt jt —Jack London.
MAY HE HAVE BOTH! "■CERE'S to the fellow who makes us laugh; ■*"
Who makes us forget our sorrow. May he have a good, big bank
account, And friends who never borrow. —Felix Agnus
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A CREED "fTJOULD'ST contentment thou keep within thy
W heart?
Then care not what thou hast, but what thou art. And keep thee
true to what is best in thee, And true to her thou lovest; pray that
she May love thee, too. Then laugh at all the rest; No other God
need'st thou; thou hast the best.
—Cleveland Moffett.
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TO OLD GLORY
HEALTH to Old Glory! For page upon page We may read all the story
of glorious age, We may hear in the rustling of its sweeping folJs
The wonderful promise it held and still holds, The faith that makes
strong, and the hope that makes
true— The strength of the red and the white and the blue. We may
hear it, and know it, and feel it, and see All the pride of the past
and the glory to be, The red growing redder, the blue growing bluer,
The stars flashing clearer and dearer each day, And the red and the
white and the blue all the truer— A health to old Glory—the flag of
today!
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MAKING IT PERFECT
KERE'S to contentment: I wish it for you— An honest endeavor
In all that you do; A horse in the stable, A dog in the yard— And
this makes it perfect: A wife that's your pard!
—WUl J. Davit-
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HEAVEN IN KENTUCKY
|AH idea of Heaven, sah? W'y ah should say a spot Whah roses fo'
an endless space
Mix with fo'-get-rae-not. Whah mint grows in abundance, sah,
An' rum grows even moah; An' ah could sip mah julep, sah, Beneath
some vine-clad doah, With yo' sah, as mah company
To sheah mah comfort's crumb. That's as neah to Heaven, sah, As
ah should ca'ah to come.
—John Edward Haszard.
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THE BEST SPORT 'piHERE is no game that is more exciting or "
pleasurable than the game of finding friends.
If you really look for them, they will pop up in the most
unexpected places, and if you only know it, you have within yourself
a lodestone that will attract friends to you. The woods are full of
friends waiting to be found. —Charles Battell Loomis. Jit & gOME
people air bound to have their own way even when they don't know
what ut is.
— C. E. Kremer.
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OUR CASTLES IN SPAIN
70ME, here is a toast to our Castles in Spain; ^ Their turrets
and towers so distant and gray; The road to their portals is
burdened with pain, But with hope in our hearts and with souls
undismayed May we ever march forward; doubting not, nor afraid In
the hope we may reach them some day!
—Mrs. Leslie Carter. Jt z &
TO YOU AND THE WORLD
%HIS is an old world,
And it is getting older; This is a cold world And it is getting
colder— Save when such folk as you Help make it younger, And by your
friendly faith Help make it warmer; So here's to you and to the
world— May you have all of it that is good for you.
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THE PHILOSOPHER
*p|HIS world is what we make it, and They say we're a long time
dead, But here's to the man who makes the best Of the things before
him spread.
—Elbridge Hanecy.
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TO THE MOTHER-IN-LAW
~jjt BILLION brutal jokes are made *» By brutal men on you; They
jest that they are sore afraid
Of all you'll say or do. Yet never since the world began
Have they been worth a straw— There never was a happy man
Without a mother-in-law.
Who sets the household all to rights?
Who takes the place of cook? Who walks the floor with baby,
nights?
Who, like the babbling brook, Goes on forever doing good
Without a fault or flaw? Who is it? Be it understood
It is the mother-in-law!
So here's to her! Long may she wave,
None other equals her, And 'tis a most ill-mannered knave
Who casts on her a slur. In Adam's fall we sinned all—
This moral we must draw: Poor Adam had not had that fall
Had he a mother-in-law.
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OF FRIENDSHIP "jiHE friend I love is like the cool, salt sea,
" With spacious days of large tranquility, When on my heart his
wordless comforts lie As on the utter sea rim rests the sky; And
like the sea for wrath he is, and strong To launch his surges on the
cliffs of Wrongs; But most I love him for his deep sea spell Of
unguessed secrets that he may not tell; — So I have seen him stand
and look afar Beyond the twilight, to the evening star, And like the
ocean's haunting lure for me, Deep in his eyes I read a mystery: ;
For he whose soul we fathom to the end Becomes our servant then, and
not our friend.
—Waller Pritckard Eaton.
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TO THE LIVE ONE
VyERE'S to that gay youth, the spender ""* Who esteems it a
pleasure to pay, And who'd rather have said "There's a live one
that's dead" Than be a dead one and living today.
—Watterson R. Rothaclcer.
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A HELPFUL MAXIM ARLY to bed and early to rise, and you'll meet
very few of our best people. —George Ade.
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THE DISCOVERER
/"TOOK found the pole " And he is praised; He set the whole
Round world amazed— But I've done more
Than Cook could do, Because I have
Discovered you! St J* .*
THE SCARCEST THING IN THE WORLD "QEING serious is a Trade; but
taking one's self " too seriously is a Profession, and most of us
are expert in both lines.
A glass, then to the Saving Sense of Humor that forbids its
possessor from working at the Trade or practicing the Profession—the
Saving Sense of Humor, the Scarcest Thing in the World, that jogs
its lucky owner every morning and sends him along without sham,
hypocrisy or pretense, so that each day he is what he is.
—Samuel G. Blythe.
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BEFORE AND AFTER TAKING
marriage, a woman thinks a man is better than he is. After
marriage, she thinks him worse than he is. So, here's to woman,
whatever she thinks about man, whatever he is.
—Albert Bigelow Paine.
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THE SIX AGES OF THE TOAST
E sweet babe drinks a toast, with a bottle to his face,
But when he reaches twenty-one he strikes a faster pace,
Drinking to his lady love in draughts of sparkling wine,
And life's golden aureole to him is all divine.
At forty he's still going, but has turned away from fizz—
Takes whiskey straight, with just a little dash of pink in his;
The good young age of sixty will disclose him toasting still—
But not so much the ladies; the' 'boys'' now fill his bill.
And when he reaches eighty—now this must be just a guess,
But ask if he's still toasting—why, I'm sure he'll answer "Yes!"
U Envoi:
Delving in the great hereafter, it is safe to make a bet That if
called up via wireless, he'll declare he's toasting yet.
__£. W. Mitter.
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r ain't the feller whitch wares the best close that is the best
feller. —Henry A. Shute.
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TO THE DOERS
*Q the men at the outposts, far from us this day, X? doing the
big work in a big world. Lonely campfires must flash their only
cheer, and scant is the barrier of human companionship that stands
between them and bitter memories. These are the men who are spanning
the torrents with the bridges that shall tremble beneath the march
of Civilization, and crowning the mountain passes with the ribboned
steel that means the end of things primeval. Through their works
they send us daily a message of faith, loyalty and courage, and now
let us pause to heed.
—Arthur ChapTium.
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WHAT GOOD?
E may do without song, we may do without wine And bravely
contrive to be human, But, though she may blight your whole future
and mine, What good would life be without woman?
—S. E. Riser.
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TO OUR FOES
HEY spur us on to the achievements for which our friends praise
us.
—James H. Channcm.
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A TOAST
iO woman, source of every curse,
And every comfort man endures; You bring relief as well as grief;
What one has caused another cures.
ji # —ty Wurman.
Tjn HEN the love of truth for truth's sake—this poetic idealism,
this intuitive perception, this growth from within—has been awakened
and cultivated, thoughts live and are transmitted into endless forms
of beauty and utility. —Luther Burbank.
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OF KINGS AND POETS '/%HE king was clad in his robes of state
While a poet sang at the palace gate; The monarch was great and
rich, they say, While the poet was blind, and begged his way.
Now the years have come and the years have gone And the throne
has crumbled the king sat on, And the king and his kingdom are
called to mind Alone by the rhymes of the poet, blind.
So it seems that only the lasting things Are the themes of which
the poet sings, And if you would live in the after times Then figure
somehow in a poet's rhymes.
—Thomas D. Knight.
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ONLY
~f\ RINK to me only with thine eyes— "* Those eyes that
sometimes wink ! And winks, you know, to our surprise Oft spice a
harmless drink.
Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will drink with mine—
Wink to me, only, with thine eyes And I shall not repine.
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TO HAPPINESS
0 HAPPINESS ! A foreign port, we think,
toward which we proudly steer, Our sails all set, our bows afoam.
Mere pleasure is the reef ahead, my lads. Helm down, haul taut the
gear. Our port of happiness is Home.
—H. C. ChatfUld-Taylor.
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TO FRIENDSHIP TCfRIENDSHIP'S a thing to conjure with; ^ Friends
make life glad, its pathways sunny; Pve never lost one, and I hope
I'll neveb need to borrow money.
—Judd Mortimer Lewis.
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THE RONDEAU OF RICHES
r' I were rich and had a store Of gold doubloons and louis d'or—
A treasure for a pirate crew— Then I would spend it all for you— My
heart's delight and conqueror!
About your feet upon the floor, Ten thousand rubies I would pour—
Regardless of expense, I'd woo If I were rich.
But as I'm not, I can but soar
Mid fancy's heights and ponder o'er
The things that I should like to do;
And as I pass them in review It strikes me that you'd love me
more
If I were rich. —Henry Louk Mencken..
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HERE'S TO CONSCIENCE
AY it wake up to hear us toast it, and then go to sleep again. #
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THE NEXT DAY
IHE world would be dismal and lonely " And barren of
friendship and laughter If people forever thought only Of the dawn
of the gray morning after.
—S. E. Kuer.
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TO A DEPARTING FRIEND
CERE'S to the joys of friendship, And here's to the friend who
has the bad taste to leave us. May our g°°d wishes follow him
wherever he goes, May fortune lie in wait for him, May happiness dog
his footsteps, May success pursue and overtake him, May he be doomed
to a long life and merry, And if he ever goes to a warmer place than
the one he holds in our hearts tonight, God help him!
—Edw'm L. Shuman.
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A WISH f\AY life be full of hope and praise, ** All smiles,
without a tear or sorrow, And may our best of yesterday Be bettered
by our worst tomorrow!
—Frank M. Morris.
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DUTY 'pjHERE'S an hour for toil and an hour for ^
thought,
And there's also an hour for play; But always find time in the
weary old world, To make some one smile every day.
—Robert Mackay.
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BEFORE THE ROOSTER CROWS
ILL up the spaces of the Night with jest, Here where the vintage
of Good Cheer is pressed; Life's but a Tavern where we rest awhile
And each in turn must entertain the Guest.
The Road is long that leads from Yesterday, And few the Joys that
linger by the way,
So while the tongue may yet articulate Let's toast a Friend and
moisten up our Clay.
To you, and you, good fellows of the quill, Belongs the Homage of
the Wine I spill ;
Here's looking at you from the Rosy Side, And may you never lose
a Dollar Bill.
Tomorrow, in the Paths we long have trod, You plan, mayhap, to
make your Little Wad.
Tomorrow ! Ah, Tomorrow, we may be, Old Omar sings, deep down
beneath the sod.
And so Tonight, before the Rooster crows, I hail you all Good
Fellows to your nose ;
And better this than laying Flowers to fade Upon your Bier when
you turn up your Toes !
So fill again, and call the Waiter back 'Ere Phoebus urge his
Steed around the Track. May Fortune smile upon you hour by hour And
deal you all the Face Cards in the Pack.
—Robert Rexdale.
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THE JOY RIDE
CERE'S to the auto that takes us out, With a honk and a whizz and
a whoop and a shout; Here's to the auto that whirls us on Till we
can't remember how far we've gone— And a bolt comes loose And raises
the deuce, Or a tire blows up When we hit a pup, Or the fitful spark
Grows cold and dark, Or we break the springs And some other things
That are there to twist and to break and crack— Then— Here's to
the horse that pulls us back!
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TO WOMAN TTOR jewels you are said to care **With uniform
persistency, But one you shun, a jewel rare, The jewel of
consistency.
—William Allen Wood.
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THE HOME WISH •JHEY say that walls have ears. May these four "
walls of ours hear only laughter and kindly speech.
—Myrtle Reed.
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TOAST FOR A GOLDEN WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
Leviticus 25 :10. ,41g ALLOW the fiftieth year"—so Moses said;
"*" For they for half a century have been led By God's good hand
along life's upward slope, Reaching at length this golden crest of
hope, Full well may pause and glance a moment back, Then, thankful,
take again the upward track. "Hallow the fiftieth year!" the year of
gold, By bards and prophets heralded of old! Life's rosary of half a
hundred years Told, one by one, with joys and prayers—and tears—
Meet now in this, which clasps the holy chain, And in this hour you
live them all again! "Hallow the fiftieth year!" Servants of God Who
life's long road together thus have trod. Your children rise and
honor you today, Friends with this golden milestone mark your way.
So long a path for two to walk as one! Arid yet but yesterday these
years begun! "Hallow the fiftieth year!" God grant you still Years
with us yet to work His holy will. The countless centuries in the
land of bliss, When God has given you all the joys of this! There
fifty years shall seem a moment's play— For there a Jiousand years
count but a day. :
—William E. Barton.
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GIT SOMETHING T' LOVE
ryer as lonesome as lonesome kin be Git something t' love. < If
only the hard things in life you kin see, Git something t' love. If
all th' things 'round you seem empty an' cold; You feel pessimistic
an' winkey an' old, Don't worry and grumble and cuss 'round an'
scold,
Git something t' love. W'ether it's children, er chickens er
trees,
Git something t' love. Er horses er women er yeller back bees,
Git something t' love. Don't close yer heart up t' nature an'
things. ' Th' world sometimes grumbles, but mostly it sings; Jes'
take my tip, man, and see what it brings— Git something t'
love.—John Edward Hazzard.
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THE SONG
BERE'S to the song and the voices strong As they roll out the
word and the tune, To sing the praise of the best of days, fThe days
that are gone too soon. For of all the rest those days are best
Which friendship's gatherings bring. So here's to such, let your
glasses touch With friends, and the songs they sing.
—Angus S. Hibbard
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A WOMAN'S TOAST TO MEN
/TYEN—since Eden's days they pet us, *"* Vow we are their
guiding lights; Men—how soon then they forget us
And go roaming 'round of nights. Men—the masters of creation,
Ruling all the people thus; Men—pray show me any nation
That is not in quite a muss! Men—the hope of our tomorrows,
Our ideals, and—ahem! Men—companions in our sorrows—
And the cause of most of them.
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TO THE GIRLS ERE'S to the pretty girl, Here's to the witty girl,
Here's to the short one, here's to the tall; If we can't have the
comely one Pray let us have the homely one, For any old girl beats
no girl at all.
£ £ —Joe Cone.
GENERALLY SPEAKING /ENERALLY speaking toasts are better than "'
roasts. I wish that I could help you, but my head is as thick as a
pumpkin and when I shake it I hear the seeds rattle, and it is a lot
easier to make a roast than a toast. —William Allen
White.
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DUM VIVIMUS Y"|OW with the marriage of the lip and beaker «*-*
Let joy be born! And in the rosy shine, The slanting starlight of
the lifted liquor,
Let Care, the hag, go drown! No more repine, At all life's ills!
Come, bury them in wine!
—Madison Cawein.
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—Tudor Jeriks.
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THEIR RESPECTIVE NEEDS "/1\AN wants little here below," " A car
in which to spin. But woman wants the auto And the
man
thrown
in!—Walter Pulitzer
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SUCCESS
T%HE ability to minister to those we love.
—John Barton Payne.
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Gath").
/¥\A.Y our end be equal to our father's. ^ —George
Alfred Townsend ("G
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MONEY ISN'T ALL
"WTJOU don't need wealth to be content; *» True happiness comes
not with cash; Your bank account will not prevent,
Your gladness going all to smash. Wealth is a handy friend, I'll
own,
'Tis good to have it on the string, But don't depend on wealth
alone,
For money's not the only thing.
You may have scads of the long green,
And be accounted mighty poor; A happy life is seldom seen
Where riches flock about the door. The millionaire has doubts and
fears,
A song of joy he'll seldom sing; Wealth helps to build some great
careers,
But money's not the only thing.
The happy life is that which lives
In sweet contentment, day by day; Which to the hearts about it
gives
A word which cheers them on their way. Wealth has its niche to
fill, I'll own,
And joy to some 'twill help to bring; But Love has riches
overthrown—
No, money's not the only thing!
—E. A. Brinimtool.
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TO THE MAN OF GRIT
BERE'S to the fighter who fights a good fight, And here's to the
fighter who wins. Here's to the fighter who fights with his might
Yet although he loses still grins.
Here's to the fighter who fights a good fight, Who winning or
losing fights fair.
Here's to the fighter who fights in the light— Such fighters need
never despair.
Once more to the fighter who fights a good fight, Who fights on
the square when he must,
The fighter who fights for a cause that is right— The kind of a
fighter we trust.
—Victor Roxavater. til 41 ji
A CLINK ERE'S to the glass, and here's to you, And here's to the
cork to pull— May the glass do its duty the evening through And be
empty when you are full!
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NOTHING ELSE
HEY say that nothing in this world is more beautiful than woman,
therefore it is true that nothing in this world is perfect.
—C. E. Kremer.
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JOYOUS ADVICE
)VICE was made to give away, And joy was made to borrow—
Oh, friends, be borrowers today
And generous tomorrow—Theodosia Garrison
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TRUE PHILOSOPHY TjTAITH and Despair, alternate Joy and Pain •*~
Infuse into the heart so much of care.
So much of Sorrow's lonely weight to bear, That life at times can
hear no happier strain
Than the dull beating of our pulses. Where Is then one hour of
rest in this vast throbbing main!
To lie upon a hillside and forget
The world and all its wanton mockery, To feel 'tis joy enough to
think and be,
Disdaining this poor load of vain regret— This were, forsooth,
higher philosophy
Than with a thousand idle thoughts to fume and fret!
—Dr. Geo. F. Butler.
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ON A BIRTHDAY )ANY happy returns of the day of your birth: Many
blessings to brighten your pathway on earth; Many friendships to
cheer and provoke you to mirth: Many feastings and frolics to add to
your girth.
—Rob't H. Lord.
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HERE'S TO ALL OF US
B ERE'S to all of us." —Sir Thomas Lipton.
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WELL! YELL!
K ERE'S a toast to our good, loving wives—bless 'em all— They
comfort us in our sorrows By pointing beyond today's darkening pall
To the sunshine that waits on the morrows. They go through our
pockets at times when are heard
Our snores with the night voices blending, But not for the cash
they may find—how absurd!
But to see if our pockets need mending. Their smiles would the
heart of an anchorite win,
Their kisses are sweetly delicious; They know no "affinities"
ever butt in— But they're sometimes a little suspicious.
—James Barton Adams. «* jt .j$
TO THE DREAMER "IRkERE'S luck to the dreamer of dreams— ■*""* To
the builder of castles in Spain; May the castles endure, unmortgaged
and free, The dreams all come true, and wherever he be May the soul
of goodfellowship reign.
—James O'Dea.
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TO A VIOLINIST /
»?HY subtle art defies the law of speech, ^ Now should each
drop in this full goblet's
shine Join with its brother in a song to teach
The world that Music's very soul is thine, What sweeter proof
that, since the world began,
The law of Harmony hath ruled the spheres To be reflected in the
heart of man
Than this, the tribute of our rapturous tears!
Who shall dispute the palm with thee tonight?
The Great Composer's seal on thee is set, And from thy Strad in
waves of rainbowed light
Stream glittering notes to join the stars that fret The arching
vault of heaven's cerulean blue,
And all the air is eloquent of you.
—Charles Eugene Banks
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OMAR REVISED •yr BOOK of "Auto Rules" underneath the Bough, 7* A
Stalled Machine, a Busted Tire, and Thou
Beside me lying in a Slushy Ditch— Ah, Slushy Ditch were Paradise
enow !
—Walter Pulitzer.
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THE LAW TVAY it ever be a synonym for Justice. *■**
— Orrirt N. Carter.
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GIRLUS AMERICANUS
KERE'S to the dearest Of all things on earth. (Dearest precisely—
And yet of full worth.) One who lays siege to Susceptible hearts.
(Pocket-books also—
That's one of her arts!) Drink to her, toast her, Your banner
unfurl— Here's to the priceless American Girl!
—Walter Pulitzer.
TO THE MOTHERS
w«* ET us drink with a will to the maidens
X<Who make for us paradise,
Let us drink to the gold of their tresses,
To the blue of their wondering eyes;
And now, when the toasting is ended
Let us forthwith the goblets refill—
And drink to the Mothers—GoJ bless them!
Come! a toast and a drink—with a will !
—Marie Beatrice Gannon.
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TO THE UNCHANCED
*~HIS toast of mine is not to those ^ Who after fighting well
have won, And not to him who bravely goes
To meet defeats the weak would shun; But here's to them denied
applause,
For whom no flags will ever fly, Who have not won nor failed,
because
They've never had a chance to try.
3 3 & —S. E. Riser.
TO THE BOYS
FvERE'S to the men who eat and drink, °*~* Here's to the men who
sit and think,
The tippler and the teetotaler rare; For some are good who answer
"nay," And some are good who drink all day, And all are good
sometime, somewhere.
3 3 3 —Joe Cone.
THE LITTLE THINGS "AJf LITTLE kindness shown each day 7** To
help make glad some heart; A little patience at mistakes
Where anger's apt to start; A little smile for those who plod,
'Neath loads, up life's steep hill— If these won't win a little
pass
To Heaven, nothing will. „., _. „
s —Bide Dudley.
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P1
THANKSGIVING
' OR every day of life we 're living,
Thanksgiving! For friends assembled 'round this board,
Thanks we 're giving. For riches added to each hoard,
Thanks we 're giving. For every blessing, great and small,
Thanks give we all! —Ida E. S. Noyes.
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A THEORY {T\ Y theory regarding after-dinner speakers is that,
*"*" inasmuch as nature intended only one man in every ten or
twelve thousand to be an after-dinner speaker, and as about one man
in every ten or twelve tries to do it whenever he gets a chance,
there should be a Board of Commissioners in each State to examine
applicants and issue licenses to those who can qualify for
after-dinner orators. None others should be permitted to speak.
—F. Opper.
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A TOAST YOU ASK
S girls must ever be the toast of men, What fitter, better theme
for loving pen In all this life
Than this: let those within my voice's call Pay tribute to the
dearest girl of all— My girl—my wife !
—Roland Burke Henneuy.
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FOR THIS NIGHT ONLY
KERE'S to you on the stage of lif Where really most is mimic
strife, Where most of us are playing parts With all our minds and
all our hearts— Here's to you!
Here's hoping that the route you get May lead you on to better
yet, That anywhere that you may go You find you always have a show!
Here's hoping!
—George W. Lederer. & & &
A PRUDENT TOAST
"JEI*T the punch bowl's brink, ""*» Let the thirsty think What
they say in Japan :
"First the man takes a drink; Then the drink takes a drink ; Then
the drink takes the man,' *
—An unpublished Toast by Edward Roivland Sill.
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A PRESCRIPTION
OVE one woman, all children, and some men.
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—Tudor Jenhs.
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THE WOMAN WHO UNDERSTANDS
GOME, fill up jour glasses, my comrades, And have just another
with me. We've toasted the wives of our bosoms And sweethearts
across the sea. We've toasted all manner of women At home and in
distant lands, Now let me be host— And give you this toast: The
woman who understands.
The woman you don't need to lie to, The one who always plays
fair. The woman who knows more about you Than God does, and still
can care. The woman who if you run crooked, Pulls you up with firm,
cool hands; Who chooses a mate,— And runs with him straight. Here's
to the woman who understands.
—Elizabeth Gordon. & j* ji
GOOD MORALS
HMAN should be honest and upright and true— No divvy nor graft
nor dishonest intent; But unless he's a chump who cannot catch on
He'll find out a wa37 to make thirty per cent.
—M. Quad,
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TO YOU AND ME I TkJi E'RE not each other's sweetjhearts ^ And
don't expect to be j So here's to both our sweethearts / And here's
to you and me.
—Hans Moss.
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FRIENDS iST WOODLAND stream and a trout or two '-"** A fellow you
know, and a crazy canoe; A flask that passes from hand to hand, And
a hearty "Here's how!" that you both understand. God's days, in
truth, and they thrill you through, When you know that chap, and the
chap knows you.
—John R. Rathom.
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TO THE UNPREPARED
HEN here's to him who never Attempts a stunt that most His
hearers think is clever— A regulation toast.
—Franklin P. Adams.
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HOME
BOME, that place which none falter to enter, and which all are
loth to leave.—F. C. Harbour,
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TO ONE OLD MAN
BERE'S to that one old man who sits in every company, who having
lost the most of youth still clings to its ideals, and looking back
can say to himself that he never practiced idolatry before material
success, or refused quick sympathy for honest failure.
—Victor Murdoch.
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THE SPEED LIMIT
Y y our time never go too slow, ■Nor your money or your motor car
too fast. —Alice French (Octave Thanet)
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THE MAN-TOAST
I DRINK to the grip of your hand, I drink to the light in your
eye. The light that awakened — The hand that cemented— Our
friendship which Never shall die. —Charles H. Burras.
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TO THE SEA WITH THE BORES "1~/ET us throw all bores into the deep
sea and "M* thereafter fish no more.
—Helen Pitkin Schertz.
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TO OPTIMISM /
IT"/ ET us drink to Optimism, that iridefinable sonie-"*~* thing
which in our moments of adversity and sorrow enables us to view the
yesterdajs and to-days through glasses tinted with the dawn of the
morrow and its luring promise of what may be.
—Watterson li. Rothacker.
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WHERE IS SHE?
KERE'S to the woman who knows no fear Of the censor that's called
Society; Who is wonderfully versed in affection's lore; Who will
love you rich or love you poor; Who forgets past kisses and asks for
more,
Of Love's infinite variety ! „ , r „
J —Hector tulier.
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*p±0 wed or not to wed—
^ That is the question.
Whether 'tis better
To remain single
And disappoint a few women—
For a time;
Or marry
And disappoint one woman—
For life ! „. Tj _ ,..
—Walter Pulitzer.
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HERE'S TO YOU, MY FRIEND
CERE'S to You, My Friend:
<*""* I wish you happiness—full rounded happiness—
The glee that fills the youthful heart,
The joy that throbs with eager expectation,
And wanes not with fulfillment;
The modest exultation which accompanies
Achievement; the happiness of health
With all its rich and radiant glow of
Rollicking invigoration;
With peace of undisturbed, restoring
Sleep, or dreams of restful pleasantness
And beauty—such happiness I wish you—
The happiness that holds all things—
The length and breadth and depth
Of perfect life.
—Robert G. Cousins.
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HEN called upon thus suddenly For sentiments or toasts The few
ideas that I possess, Flit instantly—like ghosts.
The only thing I think of now— That seems at all worth saying
Is—Here's to you! May you soon receive The gifts for which you're
praying!
—Charles Frederic Goss.
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TO THE AMERICAN "WrOU are an American—remember that. And be *»
proud of it, too. It is the noblest circumstance of your life. Think
what it means. The greatest people on earth—to be one of that
people; the most powerful nation—to be a member of that nation; the
best and freest institutions among men—to live under those
institutions; the richest land under any flag— to know that land for
your country and your home; the most fortunate period in human
history—to live in such a day. This is a dim and narrow outline of
what it means to be an American. Glory in that fact. Your very being
cannot be too highly charged with Americanism.
—Albert J. Beveridge.
j* £ «M A HOUSE BLESSING 1\AY blessings be upon your house,
* Your roof and hearth and walls; May there be lights to welcome
you When evening's shadow falls— The love that like a guiding star
Still signals while you roam; A book, a friend—these be the things
That make a house a home.
—Myrtle Reed.
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*3[0 live that when your life shall end all men may " say, "I've
lost a friend." —Tudor Jenh.
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TO EROS
gERE'S to Eros !'
""* Hail the fledgling,
Come with Spring from Winter's snow,
Seeking out unwary victims
For his quiver and his bow.
Men and maidens, lift your voices—
Sweet the pain his arrow gives—
Nature now with us rejoices
That Eros lives.
Godlet strong as the great thunderer Who Olympus' height calls
home, Sometimes said to be a blunderer, Son of her born of the foam—
Soft the cord with which you bind us; From your thrall no fugitives;
What though darkening grief enwind us When the heart knows Eros
lives. —William Allen Wood.
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OME people air born broke, some get broke an some, loike mesilf,
air broke an don't know ut.
_-C. E. Kremer.
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d-& SMILE is the same in all languages. 7"
—Tudor Jenlcs.
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A WOKTH WHILE TOAST
ITET'S toast the ladies, if you please,
- *• The maj'or—the moon—the Japanese—
And ev'ry flag that braves the breeze
With kow-tows evident. It Might be a novelty to stand And drain a
glass—strike up the band— To the man who always shakes your hand As
if he really meant it.
—John R. Rathom.
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HERE'S TO JUST SO MUCH
HERE'S to "just so much"— It's what we love, It's what we hate,
It's what we started with, It's what we've got, It's what we'll
finish with, It's what we want, It's what we get, It's what we never
expect to get, It's what we do, It's what we leave undone, It's the
amount of good ia us, It's all the bad in us, It's what we hope for
hereafter.
—Jean C. Havez.
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HE WHO HESITATES
XT CHAMPAGNE glass, **» A woman's lips, Oh, they go well
together.
When sparkling wine
Young beauty sips If a man question whether
It's wise for him
To rest his gaze Upon a sight which troubles.
He hesitates,
He's lost, he stays, And buys a million bubbles.
—Elizabeth Gordon.
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SMILE
MILE, smile—smile, just smile! Don't wail or sigh or moan cr cry—
It's not worth while. The road to Luck is paved with Pluck,
It may be many a mile But you'll cover it quick If you've learned
the trick
To smile—just smile.
—L. Frank Bauffl.
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THE VEXER HEALTH to the fellow who listens And laughs as he
listens as well. There are fellows galore Who "have heard that
before" And to talk to such fellows is—distressing.
—John U. Highinbotham.
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LIFE MORE ABUNDANT
/"\ NLY stupid selfishness, of which jealousy is the most extreme
expression, keeps us from the true joy of living—living in the lives
and the works of others That is the real Life Eternal.
t t jt —Bolton Hall.
FRIENDSHIP 15 ERE'S to the friends that I love best, *~* To
those who have always stood the test; To the friends I love who are
tried and true, Friends that are old, and those that are new. Life
at its best to most is a trial, 'Tis friendship that makes life
worth while.
jt Jl «* —E. K. Orr.
BREAK MY BONES BEFORE YOU
,7fT BREAK my bones before you."
(A real Japanese salutation. It refers, of course, to the
severest sort of genuflection.)
—John Luther Long,
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'7iHE luckiest of us can't command ^ From Fate, each time, a
winning hand. So here's to the man who every minute Plays a bad hand
for all that's in it.
—Albert Payton Terhune.
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TO HER VALENTINE
'iCiELL me, who is my Valentine ? " His name and state who can
divine ? If e'er his shade encounter thine Give him thy pallet, bid
him dine, Pledge him in draughts of golden wine, To all his tales
thine ear incline, And ask him, ask my Valentine, Lest in despair I
fret and pine, If he is mine, and only mine!
—Harriet Monroe.
BEGIN RIGHT "jfiHERE never was a day so drear,
^ But had some gladness in it, There never was so sad a tear,
But loving smiles might win it; There always is some way to
cheer,
If we will just begin it,—
So let's keep always glad New Year,
Start out this very minute!
—Ethel Colson.
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AROUND THE LOVING CUP
The verses on this and the next three pages are selected from the
toasts read during the passing of the loving cup at variou* dinners
of the Forty Club of Chicago.
TO A DOCTOR
HEN judgment day arrives, and all The doctors answer for their
sins, O, think of what they'll get who bring The howling triplets
and the twins!
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TO A TENOR
E does not sing the old songs— Nobody wants him to Because there
are so many He warbles that are new.
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TO A REAL ESTATE MAN
E will sell you a lot and build you a house And lend you the
money. That's right. But he won't lay the carpets or furnish the
meals Or sing to the babies at night.
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TO AN IRISHMAN TpF every man could make himself ~* An Irishman,
each one would do it. But since that can't be done, 'tis well To try
to be the next thing to it.
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TO A YANKEE
OU can always tell the English, You can always tell the Dutch,
You can always tell the Yankees— But you can't tell them much!
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TO A LUMBERMAN E'LL sell you lumber, from a beam Clear down to
just a little peg. If you are off your feet, then go
And get from him a wooden leg.
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TO A RHYMESTER
DIS brow is high; his hair is long, So he must be a poet. And
pretty soon he'll burst in song And do his best to show it.
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TO A GOOD FELLOW
HE gods bestow their gifts on men With many a curious twist and
whim; They handed out an armful when
They chose the gifts they gave to him.
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TO A COMPOSER
IF music is the food of love This may in truth be said: He aids a
lot, day after day, In keeping love well fed.
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TO TWINS SRE'S to the one And to the other— But which one is
The other's brother?
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TO A BON VIVANT OTLTHOUGH he has not crossed the sea ■'—*» From
any far-off foreign strand, Though born among the brave and free
Bohemia is his native land.
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TO A PLAYWRIGHT
r*1 he had written Hamlet, there Is one thing which we know full
well: He'd have allowed the prince to get The girl before the
curtain fell.
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TO A GUEST
'TXHERE'S something I would like to say " But what I cannot
think, So stand up, comrade, anyway—
And drink, confound you, drink!
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TO A TOASTMASTER
ambidextrous man is he; Watch closely, and you'll understand. A
wonder in his way—you see,
He can toastmast with either hand.
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RISER'S TOAST TO DAVIS
This loving-cup verse, read at a Forty Club dinner, was written
by S. E. Kiserin honor of Will J. Davis, and by many people is
considered the best brief expression of friendship ever written.
EET this on Time's eternal scroll Of him be largely penned: He
never sought to harm a soul
And thousands called him friend.
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FROM A MINISTER
TT F sometimes we forget awhile
" That life is short and man is vile,
We do so, be it understood, Because salvation's in a smile
And godliness in brotherhood.
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TO THE OPTIMIST
GT OME men are born to sadly frown, "" Some men to praise and
some to scoff; But whether he is up or down
He wears the smile that won't come off.
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TO THE ANGLER FISHERMAN, 'twixt you and I, Will very seldom tell
a he— Except when it is needed to
Describe the fish that left his view.
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"LEST WE FORGET" f|ERE'S to the speakers, with eloquence
thrilling;
"*Here's to the Toastmaster, witty and wise; Here's to the Menu,
the inner man filling; Here's to the Songs, which all good fellows
prize.
These, with the flowers, the music, the lighting, We praise as
the parts of a banquet complete. But there is one feature we long
have been slighting, And here I now give it its due, just and meet.
Here's to the Good Fellow — rank-and-file banqueter! Patient and
pleasant; his part is not small. His cheers enthuse us — but what is
still better, It's his per-plate money pays for it all.
— William P. Williams.
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TO THE LAST WORD Y"VERE'S to the last word—it's all some women
"* ever get out of life. —Marjorie Benton Cooke.
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L'ENVOI
HEN brim the goblet and quaff the toast To a friend or two, For
glad the man who can always boast
Of a friend or two; The fairest sight is a friendly face, The
blithest tread is a friendly pace, And Heaven will be a better place
For a friend or two.
—Wilbur D. Nesbit.
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