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(Created page with "<meta author="Reynolds, Elsbery Washington" year_of_publication="1924" genre="Poetry" publisher="The Book Supply Company" journal="AutoLine o'Type" page_range="62" /> <annotations> <paragraph keywords="law"> <poem> </paragraph> <paragraph keywords="highway, infrastructure, sound, zoomorphism"> <poem> A friend, to us did come who’s sore, You should have heard his awful roar. A copper on the great high-way Caught him in a trap one day. </paragraph> <parag...") |
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A copper on the great high-way | A copper on the great high-way | ||
Caught him in a trap one day. | Caught him in a trap one day. | ||
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With watch in hand he felt so nifty | With watch in hand he felt so nifty | ||
And made our friend out doing fifty. | And made our friend out doing fifty. | ||
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No show our friend would ever get | No show our friend would ever get | ||
When face to face the judge he met. | When face to face the judge he met. | ||
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No judge has ever yet been found | No judge has ever yet been found | ||
With whom your word would fair go down. | With whom your word would fair go down. | ||
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The law has stopped the use of traps | The law has stopped the use of traps | ||
To curb abuse of motor chaps. | To curb abuse of motor chaps. | ||
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No more hiding by the road, | No more hiding by the road, | ||
No more chance our friend to goad. | No more chance our friend to goad. | ||
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They must ride both night and day | They must ride both night and day | ||
If they can hope to earn their pay. | If they can hope to earn their pay. | ||
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No more chance for them to hide, | No more chance for them to hide, | ||
They must ride and ride and ride. | They must ride and ride and ride. | ||
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It long has been our own opinion, | |||
That here within our small dominion, | |||
Many men have paid a fine | |||
Just from persecution blind. | |||
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If all our officers were true | |||
And treated as the same as you, | |||
Our friend would then feel he were safer | |||
Where'er he'd go in a Studebaker. | |||
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::::::::::: <i>—The Car wih Character.</i> | |||
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Latest revision as of 15:24, 16 July 2024
Author | Reynolds, Elsbery Washington |
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Genre | Poetry |
Journal or Book | AutoLine o'Type |
Publisher | The Book Supply Company |
Year of Publication | 1924 |
Pages | 62 |
Additional information | - |
A friend, to us did come who’s sore,
You should have heard his awful roar.
A copper on the great high-way
Caught him in a trap one day.
The trap was some few hundred feet,
The cop was on his motor, fleet.
With watch in hand he felt so nifty
And made our friend out doing fifty.
One second more and he’d done ninety,
The cops they worked it almost nightly.
No show our friend would ever get
When face to face the judge he met.
No one has yet a copper known
Whose word’s not better than your own.
No judge has ever yet been found
With whom your word would fair go down.
But now our friend’s in greatest glee,
The palmy days are o’er you see.
The law has stopped the use of traps
To curb abuse of motor chaps.
Our friend, to us he did confide
That motor cops would have to ride.
No more hiding by the road,
No more chance our friend to goad.
No more loafing on the job,
No more innocents to rob.
They must ride both night and day
If they can hope to earn their pay.
No more poker in the shade,
No more chance to make a raid.
No more chance for them to hide,
They must ride and ride and ride.
It long has been our own opinion,
That here within our small dominion,
Many men have paid a fine
Just from persecution blind.
If all our officers were true
And treated as the same as you,
Our friend would then feel he were safer
Where'er he'd go in a Studebaker.
—The Car wih Character.