Why this pitiable repining,
Why this cloud upon your brow;
There is no excuse for whining,
No occasion for a row.
Do not think about your trouble,
Cease your brooding over wrong;
Griefs will vanish like a bubble,
If you lift your heart in song.
Seek the aid of witty ladies,
Gentlemen with jokes galore;
Tell your woes to go to Hades,
And to bother you no more.
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)