Ogden Daily Standard | 1916-09-02 | Page 11 | Car Time

CAR TIME. It's cartime when the autumn woods, 1 With flags of red and gold, Are signaling the swift approach Of biting frost and cold. What joy beneath the branches then To smoothly speed along, And feel the bracing breezes blow. And hear the motor's song! t j i It's car-time when the frozen snow Is piled along the road, And every leafless bough is bent Beneath a pearly load. To buck the drifts and leave behind A wave of flying white, And scurry by the horse and sleigh Is then supreme delight. " It's cartime when the orchards don Their dresses white and pink, And busy garden tools a tale Of slips and seedlings clink. 'Tis endless pleasure then to see The moving pictures green Of field and forest reeling off Before a fast machine. But oh! the car-time of the year. The time of times for me, Is summer time, the carnival Of blossoms, bird and bee. My scepter is the steering wheel, My throne the chauffeur's seat, And every day my auto finds A kingdom new and sweet. A little lunch'of sandwiches And olives, fruit and cake, Beneath a wayside oak or elm A royal luncheon make. Then off again with horn that wakes The echoes far and near But lol to him who loves a car, It's car-time all the year. Denver Post.