Jasper County Democrat, Volume 23, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 July 1920 — MY AUTO, ’TIS OF THEE [ARTICLE]

MY AUTO, ’TIS OF THEE

My auto, ’tis of thee. Short cut to poverty— Of thee I chant; I blew a pile of dough On you two years ago, And now you refuse to go, Or won’t or can’t. Through town and countryside, You were my joy and pride— Ah! happy day! I loved thy gaudy hue, Thy nice white tire so new, But now you’re down and through In every way. To thee, old rattle-box, Came many bumps and knocks — For thee I grieve. Badly thy top is torn, Frayed are thy seats and worn, A whponing cough affects thy horn, I d 6 believe. Thy perfume swells the breeze, While good folks choke and wheeze. As we pass by. I paid for thee a price, ’Twould buy a mansion twice. Now all are peddling “ice”— I wonder why? Thy motor has the grip, Thy spark-plug has the pip, And woe is thine, I, too, have suffered chills, Ague and kindred ills, Endeavoring to pay my bills, Since thou wert mine. Gone is my bank-roll now, No more ’twould choke the cow As once before; Yet if I had the mon, So help me John —amen — I’d buy a car again, And speed some more. —Square and Compasses.