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Across the Continent by the Lincoln Highway + (<div class="poem"> <p>Chaper II </p> </div>)

Civilization + (<div class="poem"> <p>Civilization!<br /> Everybody kind and gentle, and men giving up<br /> their seats in the car for the women...<br /> What an ideal!<br /> How bracing! </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire drove on. She was aware that she was looking for Milt's bug. It was not in sight. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire fumbled for her chair, oozed into it, and breathed, "Yes." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire had discovered America, and she felt stronger, and all her days were colored with the sun. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire leaned her head on her hand, thought hard. "It's I who wasn't friendly," she propounded to her father. "How much I've been losing. Though I still refuse to like that coffee!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire patted her hand. There was nothing to say to tragedy that had outlived hope. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire roused from her damp doze and sighed, "Well, I must get busy and get the car out of this." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire roused; wanted to shout. She was palsied afraid that Milt would leave them. The last time she had seen him, she had suggested that leaving them would be a favor. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire sufficiently recovered to pick out the type from the fly specks on the menu, and she ordered a small steak and coffee for her father; for herself tea, boiled eggs, toast. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire wanted to outline what she thought of him, but she merely demanded, "Will you kindly drive it in?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Claire's comment was as acid as the pale beets before her, as bitter as the peas, as hard as the lumps in the watery mashed potatoes: </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>DIFFICULTY GOING IN THE MOUNTAINS OF UTAH </p> </div>)
The Man Speaks + (<div class="poem"> <p>Dare we betray this moment?<br /> Dare we die, missing this fire?<br /> Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the stars down eternity?<br /> We are alive: we are for each other. </p> </div>)
The Road of Human Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>Despair! Despair! That is the sea<br /> Which ever is at our feet,<br /> Seeks to envelop you and me,<br /> In ruin full, complete,<br /> Cause us to deem this life a curse<br /> And make death's name sound sweet. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>Do not discouraged ever be<br /> Because the end you cannot see.<br /> Many possessing the lion’s part,<br /> Had to make the poor man’s start. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Drop those priggish ways for ever, stop behaving like a stone: <br /> Throw the bath-chairs right away, and learn to leave ourselves alone. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Drop those priggish ways for ever, stop behaving like a stone: <br /> Throw the bath-chairs right away, and learn to leave ourselves alone. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Dubiously Claire started the engine. It sang jubilantly, and it did not stop. Again was the road open to her. Again was the settlement over there, to which it would have taken her an hour to walk, only six minutes away. </p> </div>)
Clark Street Bridge + (<div class="poem"> <p>Dust of the feet<br /> And dust of the wheels,<br /> Wagons and people going,<br /> All day feet and wheels. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Engine-drivers with their oil-cans, factory girls in overalls <br /> Blowing sky-high monster stores, destroying intellectuals? </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Engine-drivers with their oil-cans, factory girls in overalls <br /> Blowing sky-high monster stores, destroying intellectuals? </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>Every man from day to day<br /> Should save a portion of his pay.<br /> If what you save is only small,<br /> Still it’s more than none at all. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>Everyone at the Detroit factory was jubilant over the climb, and we thought the trip was completed when Fred settled down to his garage work and selling cars. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Faces of all types an' kinds,<br /> Faces showin' diffran' minds,<br /> Faces from de udder seas—<br /> Right from de antipodes:<br /> Oh! de many various faces<br /> Seen at Knutsford Park big races! </p> </div>)