My son just left this morning to begin his adult life in Johnson City, Tenn. He has been a toddler, a student, a grad student, a river rat and a ski bum. Now he faces the rest of his life with eagerness and joy. Many happy, happy years are wished upon him by his family. Just yesterday, I cuddled him and sang to him as this mother is doing.
From John Martin’s Book (a periodical for children), I believe to be September 1913 since the pages giving such info are missing and the cover has crumbled.