country road goes sailing. No wicked nail that wrecks us. Of cows that " moo!" while feeding; t
Ko Ao / Hurray! It speeds away, Yd ho ! Hurray! Jlway, away ! The horrid cow that braves her now t
T/ze of fAe Masses! None dares to call you fickle, Will graze yon lofty steeple. %
The humblest hand in all the land For rich and poor you're swift and sure, Clang, clang! Hurray! For naught can stay £
N May stop it as it passes. Dear Auto, for a Nickel! The Auto of the People! 3
EARLE HOOKER EATON
THE PEOPLE'S AUTOMOBILE
With clang of gong and happy song,
And laughter backward trailing,
The trolley fleet o'er city's street
And country road goes sailing.
Yo ho! Hurray! It speeds away,
The Auto of the Masses!
The humblest hand in all the land
May stop it as it passes.
ST. PAUL GLOBE
magazine Section
SUNDAY, JULY 10, 1904.
Noitires to pump, no bolts to thump,
| J\[o monkey-wrench to vex us;
breaking down eight miles from town,
No wicked nail that wrecks us.
Yd ho ! Hurray ! Away, away I
None dares to call you fickle,
For rich and poor you're swift and sure,
Bear Auto, for a Nickel I
Through country glades your lovely maids
Will soon be gaily speeding,
And not a maid will feel afraid
Of cows that "moo!** while feeding;
The horrid cow that braves her now
Will graze yon lofty steeple.
Clang, clang! Hurray! For naught can stay
The Auto of the People!
EARLE HOOKER EATON