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Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Milt wanted to trumpet her exquisiteness to the world, so he growled to a man standing beside him, "Swell car. Nice-lookin' girl, kind of." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Milt was apparently struggling to say something. After several bobs of his head he ventured, "You're so wet! I'd like for you to take my raincoat." </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Mine was the thought in that early day,<br /> Stirred for the human weal,<br /> That inspired the sage<br /> In that darkened age<br /> With that vision of Life—the Wheel. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Motor buggy passin' by,<br /> Sendin' dus' up to de sky;<br /> P'licemen, posted diffran' place,<br /> Buy dem ticket on de race:<br /> Look now for de anxious faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races! </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Mr. Boltwood caught her enthusiasm. Dinner was a festival, and in iced tea the peaceful conquistadores drank the toast of the new Spanish Main; and afterward, arm in arm, went chattering to the movies. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Mr. Boltwood did not answer. His machine-finish smile indicated an enormous lack of interest in young men in Teal bugs. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Mr. Boltwood interposed, "Are the ham and eggs ready?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Mr. Boltwood intervened. He looked as uncomfortable as Claire. "We'll see. It's rather against my principles to give money to an able-bodied man like you, even though it is a pleasure to give you a ride——" </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Much we’ve heard of Holy Writ,<br /> But never heard of singing it,<br /> It’s what the preacher talks about,<br /> The choir just holy, holy, shout. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>My face mask came into good use around Salt Lake, for the air was filled with gnats in the mornings, but Fred thought it was ugly, so I removed it whenever we passed through towns. </p> </div>)
Clean Curtains + (<div class="poem"> <p>New neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Newman, Ciddy, Plato, Fronny, Pascal, Bowdler, Baudelaire, <br /> Doctor Frommer, Mrs Allom, Freud, the Baron, and Flaubert. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Newman, Ciddy, Plato, Fronny, Pascal, Bowdler, Baudelaire, <br /> Doctor Frommer, Mrs Allom, Freud, the Baron, and Flaubert. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Next day, in the woods, a happy hobo found that the manna-bringing ravens had left him four pairs of good socks. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>No more loafing on the job,<br /> No more innocents to rob.<br /> They must ride both night and day<br /> If they can hope to earn their pay. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>No more poker in the shade,<br /> No more chance to make a raid.<br /> No more chance for them to hide,<br /> They must ride and ride and ride. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>No one has yet a copper known<br /> Whose word’s not better than your own.<br /> No judge has ever yet been found<br /> With whom your word would fair go down. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>No room in de tram fe stan':<br /> "Oh! de races will be gran',—<br /> Wonder ef good luck we'll hab,<br /> Get fe win a couple bob!"<br /> Joyous, only joyous faces,<br /> Goin' to de Knutsford races. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>No, Milt did not strike him to earth. He insisted feebly, "Nice clothes she's got, though." </p> </div>)
The Toll of the Automobile + (<div class="poem"> <p>Not only is the mortality among human beings high, but the death-dealing qualities of the motor car are making serious inroads on our native mammals, birds and other forms of animal life. </p> </div>)
The Old Homestead + (<div class="poem"> <p>Nothing can make our heart so warm,<br /> As visions of where we first were born,<br /> As the memory of that first Christmas tree,<br /> Where the old homestead used to be. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Now she seemed to breathe deeper, see farther. Again she came from unbroken prairie into wheat country and large towns. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Now that she had something to do, Claire became patient. "Run out of gas. Isn't it lucky I got that can for an extra gallon?" </p> </div>)
Clark Street Bridge + (<div class="poem"> <p>Now. . .<br /> . . Only stars and mist<br /> A lonely policeman,<br /> Two cabaret dancers,<br /> Stars and mist again,<br /> No more feet or wheels,<br /> No more dust and wagons. </p> </div>)
Spring in California + (<div class="poem"> <p>O, the key to much that the world loves best<br /> Can be found beside the way,<br /> If your motor sings you a joyous song<br /> At the dawn of a bright spring day. </p> </div>)

Across the Continent by the Lincoln Highway + (<div class="poem"> <p>October, 1914. </p> </div>)

Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Of God each took a different stand,<br /> Divided on Nature, Spirit and Man,<br /> While one did declare God didn’t exist,<br /> The good-natured bunch has since been missed. </p> </div>)
The Morning Stars + (<div class="poem"> <p>Of old the psalmist said that the morning stars sing together,<br /> He said the rocks do sing and that the hills rejoice... </p> </div>)
The Mountains + (<div class="poem"> <p>Of the peaks around both high and low,<br /> The one we favor most is San Antonio.<br /> We like to go up there whene'er we can,<br /> It's easy in a Studebaker Six Sedan. </p> </div>)
The Road of Human Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>Oh! it is all that Hope can do<br /> To keep lifted our eyes<br /> And day by day our strength renew<br /> With visions and dream-lies;<br /> To lead us by that awful flood<br /> From which no soul may rise. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>On most every subject when men don’t agree,<br /> They smile, shake hands and part cheerfully.<br /> There’s danger in topics of soul and heart,<br /> Talk Six Studebaker and friends you will part. </p> </div>)
The Mountains + (<div class="poem"> <p>On mountain height both east and west,<br /> For every living mortal there is rest.<br /> We view the peaks in contemplation<br /> Of God's great plan for all creation. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>On that understanding, I paid him twenty dollars. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the hill five miles to eastward, a line of dust, then a small car. As it approached, the driver must have sighted her and increased speed. He came up at thirty-five miles an hour. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the sopping esplanade or from our dingy lodgings we <br /> Stare out dully at the rain which falls for miles into the sea. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the sopping esplanade or from our dingy lodgings we <br /> Stare out dully at the rain which falls for miles into the sea. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Once, skittering along by dark, he realized that the halted car which he had just passed was the Gomez. He thought he heard a shout behind him, but in a panic he kept going. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,<br /> To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star;<br /> It lies with thee—the choice is thine, is thine,<br /> To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>One second more and he’d done ninety,<br /> The cops they worked it almost nightly.<br /> No show our friend would ever get<br /> When face to face the judge he met. </p> </div>)
Clean Curtains + (<div class="poem"> <p>One way was an oyster pail factory, one way they made candy, one way paper boxes, strawboard cartons. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>Only one incident marred our satisfaction with the morning's work; we discovered, on saying farewell to Reggi, that we had been calling him by his first name! </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Opportunities once flew thick and fast,<br /> In years far in the distant past,<br /> You'll know they are here today, instead,<br /> If you read the lives of men that are dead. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or even thought of standing there<br /> Until the January thaw<br /> Should take the polish off the crust.<br /> He bowed with grace to natural law, </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or, in friendly fireside circle, sit and listen for the crash <br /> Meaning that the mob has realized something’s up, and start to smash; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or, in friendly fireside circle, sit and listen for the crash <br /> Meaning that the mob has realized something’s up, and start to smash; </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our friend, to us he did confide<br /> That motor cops would have to ride.<br /> No more hiding by the road,<br /> No more chance our friend to goad. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our labor should always be well directed,<br /> No slighting for cause to be rejected.<br /> Genius may all great works begin,<br /> Labor’s the thing that makes them win. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our tongues recant like beaten weather vanes.<br /> This answer lives like verdigris, like hair<br /> Beyond extinction, surcease of the bone;<br /> And repetition freezes—“What </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>Outside in the street is the murmur and singing of life in the sun—horses, motors, women trapsing along in flimsy clothes, play of sun-fire in their blood. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>Outside, Toby looked at me in scorn. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,<br /> Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br /> Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep,<br /> And so at last we turn again toward town. </p> </div>)