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Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
The Steering Wheel + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
Our California + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
The Mountains + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span> </p> </div>)
The Bridge: IV Cape Hatteras + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 12em;">*</span> </p> </div>)
A Family Jar + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Taken from life—The “Ad” writer’s life.</span> </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> And somehow anyhow swing—</span> </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 5em;"> <i>To the Williamson Brothers</i></span> </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 8em;">(it</span> </p> </div>)
The Man Speaks + (<div class="poem"> <p>A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city,<br /> Kissing the roofs,<br /> And dying into silence. </p> </div>)
Rabbit Elusiveness + (<div class="poem"> <p>A fleet … <div class="poem"></br><p>A fleet of latest motor cars, the best ones ever built,<br /></br>Masterpieces, too, of art in frames of finest gilt.<br /></br>Profits from our rabbits would buy us many things,<br /></br>Wipe away the loss our orchard always brings.</br></p></br></div>s,<br /> Wipe away the loss our orchard always brings. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>A friend, to us did come who’s sore,<br /> You should have heard his awful roar.<br /> A copper on the great high-way<br /> Caught him in a trap one day. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>A motor car is like a man,<br /> Some cannot save and others can,<br /> The one of all that saves the most,<br /> It’s Studebaker’s right to boast. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>A white road between sea and land,<br /> Night and silence on either hand––<br /> Pointing to some unknown gate<br /> A white forefinger of fate. </p> </div>)
For the Marriage of Faustus and Helen + (<div class="poem"> <p>Accept a lone eye riveted to your plane,<br /> Bent axle of devotion along companion ways<br /> That beat, continuous, to hourless days—<br /> One inconspicuous, glowing orb of praise. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br /> We drive until the evening wind blows drear,<br /> And so at last we turn again toward town;<br /> The roar of traffic beats upon the ear. </p> </div>)
The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Ah little road, brown as my race is brown,<br /> Your trodden beauty like our trodden pride,<br /> Dust of the dust, they must not bruise you down.<br /> Rise to one brimming golden, spilling cry! </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>All through life as taught by Him,<br /> If you take out you must put in,<br /> It’s things you do for all about,<br /> You take your biggest interest out. </p> </div>)
The Road of Human Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>Along the Road of Human Life,<br /> So very near, on either side,<br /> With winds and storms and billows rife,<br /> There is a sea that's wide;<br /> And woe to him who trips and falls<br /> Into that darkening tide. </p> </div>)
Cities + (<div class="poem"> <p>And in these dark cells,<br /> packed street after street,<br /> souls live, hideous yet—<br /> O disfigured, defaced,<br /> with no trace of the beauty<br /> men once held so light. </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>And instantly her own car was stuck. </p> </div>)

Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And many must have seen him make<br /> His wild descent from there one night,<br /> ’Cross lots, ’cross walls, ’cross everything,<br /> Describing rings of lantern light. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And stamped and said things to himself,<br /> And sometimes something seemed to yield,<br /> He gained no foothold, but pursued<br /> His journey down from field to field. </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And the country calls to the city-bred,<br /> "Come away from the fields of strife,<br /> For a breath of air from the snow-clad peaks<br /> In the traffic of Joy is Life.” </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And the dream of man is a broader dream<br /> With the span of his life’s increase,<br /> And the throbbing pulse of the motor car<br /> Bears him nearer the haunts of Peace. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then went round it on his feet,<br /> After the manner of our stock;<br /> Not much concerned for those to whom,<br /> At that particular time o’clock, </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And we laugh at Time as the tardy Hours<br /> In their gallop from Day’s red dawn<br /> Are outdistanced far in the swift-sped race<br /> By this product of brain and brawn. </p> </div>)
On a Tree Fallen Across The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:<br /> We will not be put off the final goal<br /> We have it hidden in us to attain,<br /> Not though we have to seize earth by the pole </p> </div>)
On a Tree Fallen Across The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>And, tired of aimless circling in one place,<br /> Steer straight off after something into space. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Around this table without any jars<br /> They freely debated on all motor cars.<br /> They praised or condemned without any heat,<br /> Each claiming his car did all others beat. </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Arrived at the Gap and Mr. Winton soon developed uneasiness because of the enforced delay in the trip. Next morning he announced his intention of making a temporary repair and working ahead slowly through the snow. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>As long as one lives and stirs all around,<br /> There’s food and dress for him to be found.<br /> Industry is said to be a health maker,<br /> We find it in selling the Six Studebaker. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>At Lakin, Kansas, he stopped with cousins for a few days, meanwhile selling two cars to be delivered later. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>At a certain round-table a good-natured bunch<br /> Of finest of fellows met daily for lunch.<br /> An hour’s interchange of thoughts and ideas,<br /> All would depart each feeling at ease. </p> </div>)
The Young Housewife + (<div class="poem"> <p>At ten A.M. the young housewife<br /> moves about in negligee behind<br /> the wooden walls of her husband's house.<br /> I pass solitary in my car. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>At the theatre, playing tennis, driving motor cars we had, <br /> In our continental villas, mixing cocktails for a cad. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>At the theatre, playing tennis, driving motor cars we had, <br /> In our continental villas, mixing cocktails for a cad. </p> </div>)
Civilization + (<div class="poem"> <p>Away then, with soft ideals:<br /> Brace yourself with bitterness:<br /> A drink of that biting liquor, the Truth... </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Batch o' p'licemen, lookin' fine,<br /> Tramp away to de car line;<br /> No more pólicemen can be<br /> Smart as those from Half Way Tree:<br /> Happy, all have happy faces,<br /> For 'tis Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Bend low, impenetrable sky––<br /> Through your shades my road runs high:<br /> It needs no stars to guide––<br /> No measuring sea-tide. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Between the house and barn the gale<br /> Got him by something he had on<br /> And blew him out on the icy crust<br /> That cased the world, and he was gone! </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>Blind fools of fate and slaves of circumstance,<br /> Life is a fiddler, and we all must dance.<br /> From gloom where mocks that will-o'-wisp, Free-will<br /> I heard a voice cry: "Say, give us a chance." </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Brown lived at such a lofty farm<br /> That everyone for miles could see<br /> His lantern when he did his chores<br /> In winter after half-past three. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Brown makes at such an hour of night!<br /> He’s celebrating something strange.<br /> I wonder if he’s sold his farm,<br /> Or been made Master of the Grange.” </p> </div>)
Where Happiness Lies + (<div class="poem"> <p>But married life will have its flaws,<br /> Till states alike have divorce laws.<br /> They’ve got to come to save the home,<br /> Or things will be just like Old Rome. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>But now he snapped his eyes three times;<br /> Then shook his lantern, saying, “Ile’s<br /> ’Bout out!” and took the long way home<br /> By road, a matter of several miles. </p> </div>)