Salt Lake Telegram | 1933-11-13 | Page 4 | Just Folks

JUST J U S. S T F Q eL K S PLATO IN U A TAXI I walked up to a taxi and the man who drove it sat f Deep buried in a volume volume and and I y asked What book is that It startled him to hear bear me but it also startled me When he answered Plato I enjoy philosophy philo He never saw me coming never stirred until I spoke Though the thundering waves of traffic in the city round him broke He was lost to the confusion With a book upon his knees S He was back in ancient Athens at the fee feet of Socrates And I thought the while he drove me through the noisy city streets S Who knows ws the secret yearnings of the humblest humblest humblest hum hum- blest man he meets Heres Here's an stained oil-stained taxi-driver taxi hauling people people peo pea pie t to their gates to drinking bouts and revels revels reading reading Plato while he waits Fate may play its tricks on mortals chance the hands and feet may may bind But who has the love for wisdom still is master of his mind S Heres Here's a man whose pay is meager and his task seems rather drab But Old Plato is his comrade though he drive a t taxicab Copyright 1933 Edgar A. A Guest Ducat J 1