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Show Rippling7 Rhymes By WALT MASON. ROAD EXPERIENCE. The wind, from arctic coasts afar, was blowing shrewdly, fierce and keen, and I was out in my closed car, consuming con-suming costly gasoline. I gloried in the wintry storm. I watched the snow drift with a smile; for I was cozy, snug jtnd warm, and limousines are all Un style. "Blow, blow," I said, :'thou wintry wind, and shriek a fiercer, louder note, for 1 have winter badly 'skinned when I ride forth In my closed; I boat." And then a beastly tire senl j fait, and I stepped out to the I wreck; the tempest blew away my hat. and wound my whiskers round my I neck. I toiled away with wrench and I jack and shed a lot of frozen tears, and sprained my hocks and broke my back, and froze my eyebrows and my ears So I removed the busted tire, and put another in its stead, and gathered gath-ered wrench and jack and lyre, and started townward, seeing red I had not traveled half a verst, I had not gone a parasang, before another casing burst, with raucous and resounding ban;i. And harder then tho fierce winds blew, as I'd requested them lo blow; and Father Winter sprained a thew to show what spasms he could throw I still have auio rides enouch. and still I burn the gasoline, but winter win-ter hears from me no bluff, I'm of a humble, chastened mien |