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G
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<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.
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C
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<p>Once a motorist approached a Michigan farmer driving a spirited team, and seeing the fright of the horses and the women passengers in the buggy, he stopped his car, alighted and gallantly offered to lead the prancing horses past the machine. The farmer said: "Never mind the horses, young man, I can take care of them. You just hold the women."
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S
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<p>One book had pictures and a tale<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> That sounded very fine,</span><br />
But we could never memorize<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> No more than just a Iine,</span><br />
We then proceeded right away<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> To join a horses’ band,</span><br />
And study horses in their play,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> And learn them out of hand.</span>
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C
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<p>One of the men knew of an old road around the foot of the mountain and took Fred to show him where he could get on to it. Our car pushed its way between shrubs and overhanging trees until we came in view of the valley and down to the road. We were thankful for help in time of need.
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Q
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<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.
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I
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<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.
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C
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<p>One way was an oyster pail factory, one way they made candy, one way paper boxes, strawboard cartons.
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T
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<p>Only a man,<br />
A far fleck of shadow on the east<br />
Sitting at ease<br />
With his hands on a wheel<br />
And around him the large gray wings.<br />
Hold him, great soft wings,<br />
Keep and deal kindly, O wings,<br />
With the cool, calm shadow at the wheel.
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D
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<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.
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T
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<p>Or can’t you quite make up your mind to ride;<br />
A walk is better underneath the L a brisk<br />
Ten blocks or so before? But you find yourself<br />
Preparing penguin flexions of the arms,—<br />
As usual you will meet the scuttle yawn:<br />
The subway yawns the quickest promise home.
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B
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<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,
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X
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<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;
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G
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<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;
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A
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<p>Ordinarily there would be great danger in speed under such conditions—and there may have been risk to life and limb at the time, but I knew Mr. Winton, I knew him for his skill and that there was no call for nervousness with him at the wheel, so I sat back and enjoyed the scenery.
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<p>Our case we tried to argue<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> And said you understand,</span><br />
To write each day as one would pray<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Is not at our command.</span><br />
Like other men we claim to be,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> With but a single mind,</span><br />
And what suits us will suit them, too,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> And other human kind.</span>
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<p>Our expedition left the government building in San Francisco and started across the bay for Oakland at 7:15 A.M., Monday, May 20. Left ferry foot of Broadway and got on road at 8 A.M. Turned off Broadway at San Pablo Avenue heading for Port Costa, distance thirty-two miles, hoping to reach there in time to catch the Sacramento River ferry to cross with Southern Pacific Express No. 4, which left Oakland at 8:01 with schedule to reach Port Costa at 9:15 A.M.
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C
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<p>Our first thought was about equipping our car, because as long as we could keep it moving, we would be safe. The next thing was to make sure we would keep warm and comfortable ourselves so we could endure the hardships we were bound to encounter for several weeks along the way. We had to use our own judgment in selecting what to take, as no one we knew ever had made this sort of trip.
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I
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<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.
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O
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<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.
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C
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<p>Our next stop was Kelton, 17 miles away, but we found low ground with mud and water all the way. Travel was slow, with the car very erratic in starting and stopping. Fred couldn't find the reason although he fussed over the car, hunting for the trouble in every conceivable part until he was worn out tramping around the car in the mud.
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