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- XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Get there if you can and see the land you once were proud to own <br /> Though the roads have almost vanished and the expresses never run: </p> </div>)
- The Steering Wheel + (<div class="poem"> <p>Give us the still California night,<br /> When the moon is full and shining bright.<br /> Then life to us is never so real,<br /> If turning a Six Studebaker wheel. </p> </div>)
- The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br /> By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand,<br /> So let us dawdle tho’ we well might rush.<br /> ‘Tis pleasant thus to idle through the land. </p> </div>)
- Where Happiness Lies + (<div class="poem"> <p>God made all things to live by pair,<br /> The beasts of field and birds of air<br /> He made to make no bad mistakes,<br /> But man he left to make some breaks. </p> </div>)
- Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Golf came in for a share of discussion,<br /> There’s nothing in golf to cause any fussin’,<br /> If business was good or if it was bad,<br /> They tackled the matter and never got mad. </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>)
