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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">The tired cars go grumbling by,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">The crazy, lazy cars,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the same milk-carts go rumbling by</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Under the dying stars.</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">A lonely newsboy hurries by,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Humming a recent ditty;</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Red streaks strike through the gray of the sky,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> The dawn comes to the city.</span>
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<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.
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<p>When trouble brews twixt man and wife,<br />
As troubles do in married life,<br />
Take our advice and seek a breaker,<br />
The best for you is a Studebaker.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 20em;"> — The Car with Character.</span>
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<p>The creatures dumb of all the earth,<br />
By Nature’s laws are giving birth.<br />
But laws of God for good of man,<br />
By men are broken out of ban.
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<p>But married life will have its flaws,<br />
Till states alike have divorce laws.<br />
They’ve got to come to save the home,<br />
Or things will be just like Old Rome.
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<p>Married life is a funny thing,<br />
We take the fling with a wedding ring.<br />
With some its one continuous fight,<br />
They kick and scratch and sometimes bite.
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<p>To man his married life’s a boon,<br />
If it is sweet and right in tune.<br />
But fights and scraps and family jars,<br />
Are worse than some old motor cars.
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<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.
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<p>Words so sweet and words of leaven,<br />
Are those of Mother, Home and Heaven.<br />
When these we learn and get them clear,<br />
No more divorce we then will fear.
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<p>When man does choose his mate for life,<br />
He would avoid so much of strife,<br />
If he would use his common sense,<br />
And not so often be so dense.
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<p>Somebody scoffed it can't be done,<br />
Seven per cent to every last one.<br />
No compound rate or broker's fee,<br />
Will send you sure into bankruptcy.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>Somebody gibed it can't be done,<br />
This thing and that and the other one.<br />
So we took off our coat and defied the whole ring,<br />
And we started to sing as we tackled the thing.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>Somebody sneered it can't be done,<br />
Carry your paper for each mother's son.<br />
You can't collect, your loss run high,<br />
Let broker and banker cut the pie.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>Somebody mocked it can't be done,<br />
Back with you name the cars that 'ave run.<br />
Your profits will in them surely go,<br />
The public be d—d so take them low.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> Some people live neath clouds of dread</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 5em;"> And never see a single star.</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> Happier, they would be, if dead</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 5em;"> And riding in a Studebaker Car.</span>
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<p>Somebody said it can't be done,<br />
Salaries to all and commissions none.<br />
We smiled till tears were in our eyes,<br />
For can't is a word we do despise.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span>
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<p>Somebody croaked it can't be done,<br />
Service by night without the sun.<br />
Expenses great will bring you ruin,<br />
We heard them not with all their wooin'.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>With the brain at the wheel<br />
The eye on the road<br />
And the hand to the left<br />
Pleasant be your progress<br />
Explorer producer stoic after your fashion<br />
Change<br />
Change to<br />
To what speed to what underwear<br />
Here is a town here a mill<br />
Nothing surprizes you old horseface<br />
Guzzle guzzle goes the siren<br />
And the world will learn to admire and applaud your concern <br />
with the parts your firmness with employees and your justice to your friends.<br />
Your pride will not be overridden<br />
Your faith will go unmortified.
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<p>four wheels of my car<br />
along the wet road until
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