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Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>HOSPITALITY SHORTENS A LONG WAIT </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>HOSPITALITY SHORTENS A LONG WAIT </p> </div>)

Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hark to the song where spheral voices blend:<br /> "There's no beginning, never will be end."<br /> It makes us nutty; hang the astral chimes!<br /> The table's spread; come, let us dine, my friend. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Have things gone too far already? Are we done for? Must we wait <br /> Hearing doom’s approaching footsteps regular down miles of straight; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Have things gone too far already? Are we done for? Must we wait <br /> Hearing doom’s approaching footsteps regular down miles of straight; </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He added attractive outing shirts, ties neither too blackly dull nor too flashily crimson, and a vicious nail-brush which simply tore out the motor grease that had grown into the lines of his hands. Also he added a book. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He answered the look: "I can do it all right. I'm used to the gumbo—regular mud-hen. Just add my power to yours. Have you a tow-rope?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He bolted into the kitchen and all in one shout he informed his landlady, "Called out of town, li'l trip, b'lieve I don't owe you an'thing, here's six dollars, two weeks' notice, dunno just when I be back." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He fastened the tow-rope to the rear axle of his car, to the front of hers. "Now will you be ready to put on all your power as I begin to pull?" he said casually, rather respectfully. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He heartily shook hands with her father, and he droned, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Uh." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He laughed furiously at the dialogue between Pete-Rosenheim & Larose-Bettina, though it contained the cheese joke, the mother-in-law joke, and the joke about the wife rifling her husband's pockets. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He lifted his hand and demanded, "Take your shoes off!" </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>He looked at the wheel hungrily. "Huh! I bet I could bring her up to seventy-five." </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>He looked up over his spectacles. "Yo're from Massachusetts?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He merely shook his head in commiseration. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He never let the lantern drop.<br /> And some exclaimed who saw afar<br /> The figures he described with it,<br /> “I wonder what those signals are </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked;<br /> He fell and made the lantern rattle<br /> (But saved the light from going out.)<br /> So half-way down he fought the battle </p> </div>)
The Road to Glory + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, "I's read de Good Book thro',<br /> I's fahmiliar with all de ol' an' new.<br /> Now you's all bette' believe in dis story,<br /> If you's a gonna get yo' a home in glory." </p> </div>)
Our California + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, when he answered in reply,<br /> "I thought that heaven was up on high.<br /> From what you say of your state so fair,<br /> I think that heaven must be out there." </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>He shut the door.<br /> The Doctor slid a little down the pillow. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He stopped in front of the "prof's," tooted till the heads of the Joneses appeared at the window, waved and shouted, "G'-by, folks. Goin' outa town." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He stopped only once. His friend Lady Vere de Vere was at the edge of town, on a scientific exploring trip in the matter of ethnology and field mice. She hailed him, "Mrwr? Me mrwr!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was intimidated. He said, "If you please," and feebly pawed at a<br /> fork. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was snickering, "Come on, don't be a tightwad. Swell car—poor man with no eats, not even a two-bits flop for tonight. Could yuh loosen up and slip me just a couple bones?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was streaking down the road, and Claire was sobbing, "Oh, the lamb, the darling thing! Fretting about his slang, when he wasn't afraid in that horrible nightmare. If we could just do something for him!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was turning the Gomez from its straight course, forcing Milt's bug toward the high bank of earth which walled in the road on the left. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was unhappy about it. He plucked at a button of the coat. She turned him from the subject. "I hope Lady Vere de Vere is getting warm, too." </p> </div>)
Man's Idiosyncrasy + (<div class="poem"> <p>He went to war and gained renown,<br /> In every fight he stood his ground,<br /> Bullets passed him thick and fast,<br /> Not a scratch from first to last. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)