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Show THE DISPATCH RIDER A. D. 1914) By Dudley Clark. As the Arab is wed to his steed, so the man and the metal are one; Linked by the lust of speed, pledged to the thing to be done; Having one end to gain, moulded in one desire; A hand, a heart, and a brain; a tank and some hidden fire! And it's ride, ride, ride in the sun, the rain and the wind! It's ride, ride, ride, with never a look behind! The eyelids are red with fatigue; the bearings are clogged with dust! Cries the Iron to the Man: "D'ye think we can?" Say the Man to the Iron: "We must!" Swift through the quivering air Death from the hill descends; Leaps from the treacherous snare; lurks where the roadway bends: Death with the twain doth ride, when the parching parch-ing cylinders fret; But the throttle is open wide, and the teeth of the rider are set! For it's ride, ride in the glare of an autumn noon! And it's ride, ride by the gleam of a wintry moon! The forehead is streaked with blood; the lubricant's lubri-cant's dried to a crust! Cries the Iron to the Man: "D'ye think we can?" Says the Man to the Iron: "We must!" University Professor Who is the greatest living liv-ing inventor? Student Henry Ford. University Professor Exactly how do you figure fig-ure that? Student He invented a machine which makes walking a pleasure. Seattle Argus. |
