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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>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Far from there we spent the money, thinking we could well afford, <br /> While they quietly undersold us with their cheaper trade abroad; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Far from there we spent the money, thinking we could well afford, <br /> While they quietly undersold us with their cheaper trade abroad; </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Faster or slower as he chanced,<br /> Sitting or standing as he chose,<br /> According as he feared to risk<br /> His neck, or thought to spare his clothes, </p> </div>)
May Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fifth Avenue and April<br /> And love and lack of care —<br /> The world is mad with music<br /> Too beautiful to bear. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>For Gravesend Manor change at Chambers Street.<br /> The platform hurries along to a dead stop. </p> </div>)
Cities + (<div class="poem"> <p>For alas,<br /> he had crowded the city so full<br /> that men could not grasp beauty,<br /> beauty was over them,<br /> through them, about them,<br /> no crevice unpacked with the honey,<br /> rare, measureless. </p> </div>)
Where Happiness Lies + (<div class="poem"> <p>For men who fail to keep in sight,<br /> The laws of God for doing right,<br /> The laws of man are also made,<br /> With price to pay if you evade. </p> </div>)
Lockerbie Street + (<div class="poem"> <p>For the birthday of James Whitcomb Riley, October 7, 1914. </p> </div>)
Spring in California + (<div class="poem"> <p>For the feverish press in this Game of Life<br /> What a balm does Nature bear!<br /> What a draught of health in the new-turned earth,<br /> What a change from the realm of Care! </p> </div>)
Chaplinesque + (<div class="poem"> <p>For we can still love the world, who find<br /> A famished kitten on the step, and know<br /> Recesses for it from the fury of the street,<br /> Or warm torn elbow coverts. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>For you, your business does not pay,<br /> And you lament from day to day,<br /> You have not to your business given,<br /> That from which pay is deriven. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fortune comes through diligence and skill,<br /> There is always a way where there is a will,<br /> Industry of hand as well as of brain,<br /> Makes everything easy that’s worthy of gain. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fred carried the tramp with him to the next town and took him to a restaurant for a meal, but as soon as they had finished eating the tramp made a bee-line for a freight train—and oblivion, as far as Fred was concerned. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>From out the mesh of fate our heads we thrust.<br /> We can't do what we would, but what we must.<br /> Heredity has got us in a cinch—<br /> (Consoling thought when you've been on a "bust.") </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>From the audience of drummers below, a delicate giggle. </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>From the snow-clad peaks of the Siskiyous<br /> To the warmth of the southern sun,<br /> Over roads that wind through the marts of trade,<br /> Does the traffic of pleasure run. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>From thirty yards up the road, Zolzac flung back, "You t'ink you're pretty damn smart!" That was his last serious reprisal. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Ge'men wid dem smart spy-glass,<br /> Well equip' fe spot dem harse,<br /> Dress' in Yankee-fashion clo'es,<br /> Watch de flag as do'n it goes:<br /> Oh! de eager, eager faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races! </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<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>)
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>)
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>)