EASY RIDING.

Thames Star, Volume LVII, Issue 15112, 22 December 1921, Page 2

EASY RIDING.

(By Walt Mason.) My ear's so easy-riding it gives no jar or shock, and in it I am gliding at all hours by the clock, and as might be expected, my chores are oft .neglected and creditors, dejected, are wising I would walk. And every mile I travel provides new, pleasant thrills, but as I throw the gravel and climb the sunlit hills, the morbid undertaker, the butcher, and the baker protest that I'm a faker*who doesn't pay his bills. All day you see _me striving to make speed laws a jest, and if I cease my driving to give the car a rest I'm boned by merchant princes for pay for prunes and quinces, and everyone evinces a spirit I detest. Oh, why do men like tailors insist on being paid? And why so many wailers amid the marts of trade? Why do they always chatter of things that do not matter? Why do they splash and splatter in language that's decayed? "You ride in your four-wheeler," the village banker cries, "but you should pay the dealer from whom you bought your pies; if one has paid the tinner, the webster and the spinner, the fletcher and the skinner, joy riding then is wise. But if a man be owing for milk and garden sass, he then is wicked blowing his coin for sparking gas, and this the hosts are doing, all heedless that they are chooing, while owing for the bluing, slack, and eke alas."