The Rotary Balita no. 753 (September 9, 1954)

When a man ain't got a cent, and he's feeling kind o blue, And the clouds hang dark and heavy And won't let the sun shine through; It's a great thing, oh, my brother, for a fellow just to lay His hand upon your shoulder, in a friendly sort of way. It makes a man feel curious, it makes the tear drops start, And you kind o' feel a flutter In the regions of your heart, To look up and meet his eyes - and you don't know what to say When a hand is on your shoulder, in a friendly sort o' way. Oh, this world is a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and all its crosses, - But a good world after all; Leastwise, that is what I'll say When a hand is on my shoulder, in a friendly sort o' way.