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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>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then came the first manifestation of a peculiar luck which followed us on our entire trip. Never saving us from catastrophe, it rescued us in the most unlikely fashion, soon after disaster. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then he bit it off! </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>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>As I threw in the clutch, we heard a woman's voice calling after us. It was Toby's mother, and what she said was, "Don't drive at night!" </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>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As the bug whirled down on him, the tough was to be seen throwing up his hands, leaping from the high bank. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As the car stood outside taking on gas, a man flapped up, spelled out the New York license, looked at Claire and her father, and inquired, "Quite a ways from home, aren't you?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As they came into the garage, their surly acquaintance of the night before looked just as surly, but Claire tried a boisterous "Good morning!" </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>As to the purser, we left him severely alone. We did not feel we could flirt with him in the style to which he had been accustomed. </p> </div>)