That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last.

The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.