The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 6, 1903, Page 1

A Labor Day Poem. . There's work in the world for us all to do; Work for me and work for you; Something for each in the world's wide span; And he who works is the happier man. There's work in the world for each ome to dos —Work for the rose—and work for you— Cheering and brightening and smoothing (MA way, B That is the work for us all toeday. & task for the breeze and a task 1 ~ the raln, I ’ Each has its appointed work to de And there's work for me and