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We've come across several of these little bits of doggrel designed (usually anonymously) to be included with dues notices, so decided to give them their own page.
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Forget

Forget the hasty, unkind word:

Forget the slander you have heard;

Forget the quarrel and the cause;

Forget the whole affair, because,

Forgetting is the only way.

Forget the storm of yesterday;

Forget the knocker, and the squeak;

Forget the bad day of the week.

Forget you're not a millionaire;

Forget the gray streaks in your hair;

Forget to even get the blues -

But don't forget

To Pay Your Dues!

The Sweetest Words

The sweetest words of tongue or pen,
That find response in the hearts of men,
And stir them with a joyous thrill,
And make them, like the birdies, trill —
Are those old words, with sweet refrain,
That light the eye and sooth the brain,
And faces grim, with smiles infuse —
"Dear Sec.: Herewith, my check for dues!"

A Secretary's Dream

I fell asleep the other night,

and while I had my snooze,

I dreamt each member stepped right up

and promptly paid his dues.

But when I found 'twas but a dream

I nearly threw a fit;

It's up to you to make it true —

suggestion — "please remit."

A Picture Of The Lodge

The Secretary's at his desk,

the Master's in the East.

The routine working of the Lodge

excites them not the least.

But here the picture's not so good:

the Treasurer's in tears;

He just made up a list of all

the members in arrears!

It seems you've overlooked your dues

that you were going to pay,

So why not make a check out now,

and get it off — TODAY!

The Haunted Hunter

by Charles Fotheringham

A Mason one day set out hunting,
Alone, and feeling so fine,
Out through the forest and muskeg,
Right into the timberline.

It started to rain, the elements
In pandemonium roared,
The lightning flashed and thundered,
The rain, it poured and poured.

He got soaked to the skin, and sheltered
Inside an old hollow tree,
He squeezed and squeezed inside it,
It was tight for a man such as he.

But he found 'twas better inside it
Than out in the rain as it poured,
For the rain came down in torrents,
He'd found the best place to be stored.

And now he started a-thinking
Of things he'd done amiss,
The times he could have done better,
My, how oft he had been remiss.

By this time the storm had abated,
The sun came out shining bright.
It started to dry out the tree trunk
In which he was wedged so tight.

He found he was stuck there and couldn't
Move any which way in that trunk.
For it seemed as the tree got drier,
It got tighter, he really felt "punk".

Well, again he started a-thinking
Of what his life might have been,
And there in that desperate position
His life passed by like a dream.

And then came the thought: he'd not paid
His dues to the Lodge, how he shrunk,
He began feeling smaller and smaller,
And climbed easily out of the trunk.

So, fellows, when comes time for paying
Your dues to the Lodge, do not flunk,
Just pay up and then you won't feel like
The guy who climbed out of the trunk.