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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>)
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>)
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>)
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>)
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>)
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>)
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>)
Spring in California + (<div class="poem"> <p>O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway,<br /> Where the wildflower carpet's laid,<br /> Where the poppy opens her golden cup<br /> As a symbol of Spring arrayed. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE. COMPLIMENTS TO PLUCKY MRS. TRINKLE. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKE'S PEAK CLIMB POSSIBLE FOR WE ARE AT THE SUMMIT. </p> </div>)

Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)

Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Passed the night comfortably, and when the road was taken next morning (May 29) at 6 o'clock, the sun was shining and Mr. Gates predicted no rain for the day. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
The Old Homestead + (<div class="poem"> <p>Pictures of those long passed away,<br /> Hung on the walls and watched our play,<br /> They shared with us in all our glee,<br /> Where the old homestead used to be. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Quietly, seriously, Claire said, "No, that wasn't accidental. If you touch me again, I'll stop the car and ask you to walk." </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Abraham Lincoln, American,<br /> Enshrined in the heart of every man.<br /> He was born honest in humble obscurity,<br /> He made for himself his opportunity. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Horace Greeley, in poverty born,<br /> His name does history's page adorn,<br /> Benjamin Franklin's life and deeds,<br /> Give inspiration for youthful needs. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Roaring up hills and winding through ravines,<br /> Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br /> How else can one grasp half so many scenes?<br /> So let us dawdle though we well might rush. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>SUNNY CALIFORNIA-THE END IN THE WEST </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She also remembered how jolly and agreeably heroic the accounts of their mishaps had sounded—a week after they were over. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She burst out, flaring, "Kindly do not touch me!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She couldn't deny it. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on a mile and halted again; again halted her attendant. He was keeping a consistent two to four miles behind, she estimated. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on, and prayed that he would of himself leave his uncharitable hosts at the next town. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She found her father dressed. He did not know whether or not he wanted to go on. "I seem to have lost my grip on things. I used to be rather decisive. But we'll try it one more day, if you like," he said. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She had to admit it. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She held the telegram, flipping her fingers against one end of it as she debated. She remembered how the wide world had flowed toward her over the hood of the Gomez all day. She wrote in answer: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She knew the exaltation of starting out in the fresh morning for places she had never seen, without the bond of having to return at night. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She looked from her hulking car to his mechanical flea. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She noticed the sign on the air-hose of the garage—"Free Air." </p> </div>)