The Carolyn Wells year book of old favorites and new fancies for 1909; . ears.) September 5-11, 1909 Sun. 5 MoN. 6 . Labor Day. TUES. 7 Wed. 8. Thur. 9 - Fri. Sat. II. Greeting to an Automobile. LJO, Automobile! ??? ?*• You think yourself a wonder, Dont vou ? Well, ^ You are. Youre a good thing, But you dont need to be pushed along, Because you can push yourself. Thats what youre here for. I suppose you think You travel on vour shape; Hm— Well,— How would you like To be the ice-wagon ? Because Youre not much more graceful. But youre all right. Only,— Tt seems a pity To think that, in a fe
The Carolyn Wells year book of old favorites and new fancies for 1909; . ears.) September 5-11, 1909 Sun. 5 MoN. 6 . Labor Day. TUES. 7 Wed. 8. Thur. 9 - Fri. Sat. II. Greeting to an Automobile. LJO, Automobile! ??? ?*• You think yourself a wonder, Dont vou ? Well, ^ You are. Youre a good thing, But you dont need to be pushed along, Because you can push yourself. Thats what youre here for. I suppose you think You travel on vour shape; Hm— Well,— How would you like To be the ice-wagon ? Because Youre not much more graceful. But youre all right. Only,— Tt seems a pity To think that, in a few years,— Say about 1910 or 1Q20,— Youll be so improved That what you are now ^^ould make a cow laugh. But you cant help that; It depends on us To hurrv on the improvement, And Well do it! Then, if we have another war, Well engage your services, And then We can have Auto mobilization. Which would be a good thing. So, Automobile, Just go ahead. And do the best you can. We all like you. And welcome you. And some time ^\ell write your Sun. 12 MoN. 13 TuEs. 14 Wed. 11; Thur. 16 P^KI. 17 Sat. iS SeIH EMBER 12-18, 1909 Memories. T REMEMBER, I remember,The car I used to drive,It started out right gallantly, But never would commutator wouldnt work, The jump-spark wouldnt play;Then suddenly twould give a jerk That took my breath away. I remember. I remember, How nothing would stay right;The aspiration pipe got loose. The carbureter tight;The steering-knuckle broke one day; Twas just before we metA heedless old pedestrian,— The man is living yet! I remember, I remember, The curves I used to swing;I thought that twenty miles an hour Was speed like anything IThe car seemed like a feather then, That seems so hea\w punctured tires could not disperse The smiles that wreathed my brow. I remember, I remember, That little runabout;It always skidded, slipped and bucked, And calmly threw me have a Palace Flyer now. But still tis little fun
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