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Show I THE COSTLY CAR Choo-choo. choo-choo, little car, costly wagon that you are! Year by year you keep me broke, with . my Sunday hat in soak: ,Says my wife, at divers times. "Why not salt away some dimes We are growing old, my dear, growing older every year, and a bundle would be nice, but we al- ways lack the price. Go and see J Henry Hank, he who runs the savings sav-ings bank, and with him arrange to salt helpful kopecks in his vault." "To that graft I do aspire, but the flivver needs a tire," I reply with earnest mien, "and she's needing gasoline; she's developing a knock and the way mechanics talk all her works are badly balled she must soon be overhauled'." Says my wife, "1 sorely need quite a bunch of chicken feed; for my bonnet - is a siu'ine and my shoes have made me lame ;aii'l the cottage needs repairs and we must have rocking chairs, and the fence is out of plumb and we look a though we're come from a iino of backwoods boobs " "But the flivver needs new tubes." I exclaim with rising ire. "and (he spark plugs will not lire; I need greases to "anoint Lizzie's universal joint and the wheels have come unpacked and the differential's cracked, and it's useless use-less to insist on a lot of coin, I wist." Chug-chug, chug-chug, little car, what a greedy thing you are. ' |