---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 17
number: 11
published: 1914-09
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Mar-ga-ret", *Improvement Era* 17, no. 11 (September 1914): 1073.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera17011unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera17011unse
start_page: 1073
end_page: 1073
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-09)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera17011unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Mar-ga-ret

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MAR-GA-RET.
Mar-ga-ret is my gur-il's name,
  But I don't call her that
Maggie's what I call her most,
  When her little hand I pat;
Honey-sweet she likes the best,
  When only us is there
Sweeter'n honey from the bee
  Is Maggie, I declare!

We had our pitchters taken, too,
  An' Maggie said to me,
"You stan' up straight and look as brave
  A husban' as kin be!"
She's my queen, an' I'm her king,
  An' Maggie said she know'd
If I had a beard I would be
  The bestest king that grow'd.
They hain't no girl as sweet as her,
  'Cause Maggie's good as gold,
Fer when I broke Ma's biggest clock
  Dear Maggie never told;
They hain't no eyes as deep as her'n,
  An' Maggie's are jest as blue
As robin's eggs, er buff'lo flow'rs,
  Er blue-bells filled with dew!
Now, Maggie says when we're grow'd up
  She'll marry me some day,
O, I love Maggie more an' more,
  In jest the sweetest way!
An' then when she's my wife fer sure,
  I hope I'll not forget
To call her honey-sweet sometimes,
  Instid of Mar-ga-ret!
                     Harrison R. Merrill
PRESTON, IDAHO